[System]
Appearance:

Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.

Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*

Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.

Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.

Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.

[User]
New TorreaTsubasa
"And let's, again just for fun, pretend you DID manage to bring down the target, as every member of your occupation claims they're the best and I'm sure you're no exception, so an entire castle of guards, mages, and people trained from youth to stop your kind clearly makes nooooo difference. Then what? There's now an entire nation with no leader, fired up over expansionist ideals, and someone with less subtlety than the Minister takes control and makes the situation worse. Or someone who supports the current way of doing things takes over and does an inquisition to find MORE traitors. Or you fail, you're head is piked, and he once again speeds up his plan since he knows he's been outed. You're asking for a lot of money for a bad outcome either way."

"Do I look like I care? No, really, look at my face." Tsubasa glared at the woman, a snarl on his lips and malice in his eyes. "She wants somebody dead. I want money. I kill the guy, I get the money, win-win. Obstacles? Don't care. Power vacuum? Don't care. Whether you, the rest of these people, the poor, the rich, the good, the evil, the starving babies, toothless grandmas, anyone at all lives or dies? Do. Not. Care." He turned back to Hazael. "You're the only one with something to say I DO care about, namely being, are you willing to pay or not? If not, I'll just leave town and find somewhere my services would be more acceptable. Or maybe, when your little coup d'etat goes horribly awry due to the collective incompetence of this bunch of know-nothings, Donat will put some bounties out, and I'll get my money THAT way."

[Assistant]
Lord Commander Damon Farrow
Damon was getting pretty annoyed at this point. "Suddenly this army grunt is a master strategist?" he said over his shoulder with a hint of spite in his voice. "I could probably double the guards without any notice as it stands. Its not like they in the council consider me at all, other then as a nuisance..." he muttered the last part "My point, little miss gun!, is that I don't have enough guards to fight off the kingdom, I doubt my men could take on even the city guard, despite their skill, the numbers are simply not in my favor." With this he spat at his feet, in her direction, muttering "I will not have a commoner with no rank order me about!" before saying, in a more audible voice, "Why don't we listen to the Knight Lieutenant, who has earned her high rank, sometimes there is not time for such subtleties. I'm sure she have thought deeply about this." At this point he finally turned the face the insolent soldier and looked her square in the eyes, his body tensing. "I just want you to know, if you plan on undermining authority then we will achieve nothing. As a soldier you should surely know the importance of order, discipline and rank, even if you, madam, appear to have none of those a fore mentioned mentioned skill sets." Damon was painfully aware that his aggression and displeasure was clearly visible but he was also aware, more so, that what was at stake was the lives of all those before him, the leader he respects so thoroughly and the future of the entire kingdom. No rebellious child would put them at jeopardy, he may not be able to command the city guard but, for now at least, he still had authority among them and would not hesitate to arrest the girl, anyone, even the Lieutenant if he thought it would protect his trusted friend and the kingdom he served.

[User]
Chloe twirled one of the steel rods in her hand, its weight and balance where good, not perfect, but pretty close. Dante the blacksmith did good work. She placed the rod back with its fellows and wrapped them loosely within a cloth cover. Her 'art' was performed through the medium of paper, that was the nature of her magic and only paper was susceptible to her will. Though that might sound limiting and perhaps to some extent was from a non magi point of view it had its benefits as well. Focus being one of them. The steel rods had no impact on her magic directly but would serve their purpose in the right situation. She took the bag from her back and carefully placed the rods in amongst the stacks of paper. It was starting to get heavy.

Chloe turned and took one last look at the workshop, taking a moment to contemplate the impetuousness of its owner. There was chance he would never see this place again. She smiled softly to herself. She had promised him twice the usual rate of coin for the work and in a sudden fit of enthusiasm he had neglected any payment save for the reading of a letter and a conversation. It could be that that was all he was looking for. The determined look on his face suggested as much. It had been a good expression. Chloe stifled a hearty laugh and made in the same direction but with much less haste then the blacksmith turned adventurer.

After following Dante for only a short distance she turned into a side alley, cautiously checking the opening behind her for sign of pursuit. Finding none she looked up the edge of the rooftops above. Far too high to jump and climbing was not her forte. Both facts were irrelevant of course. She grinned to herself as a storm of paper erupted from her backpack and swirled and twisted around her, writhing like a tornado. In a coordinated flurry of motion a portion of its mass fell upon her. Within moments she was covered from head to foot in long hooded coat of white, made from individual sheets of paper. The flexibility of the paper bent to her will, so it was an easy enough trick.

She reached into her backpack, which somehow remained above her new coat and pulled a stick of bread free, taking a large, satisfying bite. Magic was energy. In her case energy she generated much of it within herself, so there was a cost to be paid for its use. Magic was about balance after all. The still swirling mass of paper coalesced into a mass beneath her feet that exploded upward, propelling her onto the rooftops.

Chloe made her way to the meeting point more of less in a straight line, her paper rushing ahead to form bridges between the rooftops before returning to trail along with her. Sure it drew plenty of attention, but it would have required a very specific skill set to have followed her. When she arrived at the meeting place she could hear voices, though she could see no one as she was still on the rooftop. She was not a stealthy mover so it all likelihood her presence was already known. Despite the breeze her coat remained perfectly still as she listened in. Rebellion was in the air.

[Assistant]
He blinked once, then twice and for a good measure a third time before he looked around. His head was pounding as yesterday had mysterious disappeared and slipped trough his hand like grains of sand. He remembered bits and pieces of what happened yesterday, however after reaching his room yesterday and right now, he didn't remember much. His eyes wondered around to where he was and recognized some faces... yes he remembered now where he was. The red flyer that he had read yesterday had lead him to this group meeting today to kill a Arachnoblast.. well until that Hazael girl said to capture it alive? It was a silly idea but he went along with the majority of it until the Donat part.

And then there was light- not, as the one of the other readers of the flyer left about some sort of assassination attempted in short. He wasn't understanding anything at the moment, it seemed like this meeting was to discuss both about something a civil war now. In all honest it wasn't interesting for what Yunan had in mind... And then there was another person talking about a plan to delay this civil war and trying to stall Donat... It was all too confusing for what Yunan had in his mind, that he was trying to remember. Guessing that he meeting was over, he decided to leave again and find a nice cool and relaxing place for him to remember. So before he left he asked a simple question:

"Are we going to meet again, or we are gonna start the trip here? If we're meeting again, where are we meeting?" He asked while leaning on the wall, feeling sick to his stomach now. It must of been the heat or something as, he began sweating a bit and it was definitely not a good thing. Any further time spent here than necessary will be wasted and his secret might be revealed...

[User]
Dante

Dante soon reached the meeting place, seeing it was full of people. "Whoa..." he murmured, stepping around. "Oh, is that Hazeal?" he pondered aloud. There seemed to be people arguing over many things of politics and murder and battle. He saw a lady with a HUGE gun and stared for a moment, admiring the fine craftsmanship, and surveying other people. "Geez, there's a lot of weird things going on..." he muttered, jogging over to Hazeal and giving a quick bow. "Ah, nice to get here and meet you. I would like to help with the mission... Both of them. I mean like, the hidden one. You know what I mean, right?" he asked, nervous already from talking to a high ranking officer. He was nervous enough, talking to knights.

[Assistant]
"Grunt? Heehee!"

Cassie grinned at both men. Adorable. She figured her plan would be met with this reaction. Greed and pride were just a few traits men who think they have power were prone to. She remained grinning, eyes flitting to Hazael. The assassin was just that, an assassin. Trying to show how little he cared, for coin. Too easy to manipulate, too easy to remove from the picture, since anyone with nothing to prove would have just stayed quiet. The Captain...well, depending on how things went, he wouldn't have any authority or power over her soon enough. Still, his pride was showing. A lot. She understood his position though. But now that she'd seen his reaction, she knew how to better handle him. She watched the Knight Lieutenant instead, jackal grin wide. Her intent was what would matter. Despite all this, Cassie hadn't made up her mind on whether or not she would remain with the military or join this coup. Judging by the gathering...it'd be way easier to just side with the Minister, report them all, and watch them burn.

But it wouldn't necessarily be right...she hated having problems she couldn't just shoot aside.


[System]
TIKAANI APUT
Alias: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Personality:
● Chatty ● Attention Seeker
● Bubbly ● Optimistic
● Boisterous ● Unfocused
● Impulsive ● Easygoing

Background:Tikaani was born in the South Pole, a member of the Southern Water Tribe. Tikaani's father was a warrior, and died in battle when the boy was very young. Thus, the boy has little to no memories of him. All he knows about his father are some photographs his mother had, as well as things his mother told him. For the majority of his life, it was only Tikaani and his mother, and Tikanni was responsible for a lot of household things while his mother worked as a healer in the village. Primariy fishing, and cooking meals. He would go out on boat rides with his uncle on his mother's side to catch fish, and diving for sea prunes and fresh seaweed. His uncle also taught him how to navigate and steer a boat, because Water Tribesman should be able to navigate the seas. His mother however was the one that taught him to cook. The boy really liked to eat, and she felt it best that he learn to make his own meals sometimes. His cheerful and upbeat persona made Tikaani popular with his peers. He found it very easy to make friends with people. In between his chores, he made time to play with the other younger children in the village, whom he thought of as siblings. He particularly enjoyed going Penguin Sledding with them, although he was often the one who had to make sure the other kids didn't hurt the otter penguins.

While he was happy at home, Tikaani has always wanted to leave his small settlement in the South Pole, see the rest of the world, and potentially have a cool adventure. Mainly because he got bored with the day-to-day routine at home. Tikaani finally found some excitement in his life when he learned he was a Waterbender at the age of 12. He found out while he was watching his mother bend, and imitating her movements for fun. Obviously, he didn't have much control of it at that time, and the end result was Tikaani getting wet. After that, he trained with Waterbending masters in the tribe, as well as his own mother to hone his skill. Surprisingly, Tikaani took to bending rather quickly. Even though the masters didn't particularly care when the boy referred to it as 'cool water magic.' His boundless joy and enthusiasm overwhelmed a lot of the people who tried to teach him. He got bored with studying and often just wanted to play. The ones who actually mananged to hold his interest were his mother, and Nukka, the Chief of the southern tribe. He learned a lot during his lessons and became a skilled Waterbender.

At 14 years was the age when a boy takes part in the Southern Water tribe rite of passage of ice dodging. This was usually something a boy did with his father, but Tikaani's father was dead. Fortunately, there was a reason why his uncle taught him to sail a boat when he was younger. He took Tikaani out to sea, and had to guide the boat through iceberg infested waters. It was difficult but Tikaani managed to do it, and he earned himself a Mark of the Trusted on his forehead for proving to be exceptionally steady and dependable.

When he turned 18, Tikaani decided that he learned all he could in his small village. He wanted to leave the South Pole, see the rest of the world. He did after all know how to sail and could Waterbend like no one's business. His mother was hesitant to let her only child go off into the world all by himself. After all she did lose her husband, and couldn't live with herself if she lost her son too. She had to be convinced to let him go. Both by her brother and Chief Nukka. She was the one who gave Tikaani his membership into The Order of the White Lotus. This way, Tikaani could travel and see the rest of the world, but he would have an organization to keep him safe. His mother was put at ease by this. So, reluctantly, and with a tearful good-bye, she let her son go. Tikaani promised his mother he would return someday.

[User]
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"Remember, you aren't the only team out there searching for the Avatar. But you must be the first to find them."

"Yes, sir." Hao responded, respectfully bowing to his father's orders. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"If your squad is the one who finds the Avatar, our family will reap the benefits for many years to come. We'll also have the debt of the White Lotus and the Avatar." His father reiterated. The idea was concocted many years ago, when Avatar Ria had passed, that once the search of the new Avatar began Hao would be the one to find. His father strongly believed and almost knew for a fact that being the one to find and bring the new Avatar in would bring power and influence into the family, and breathe new life into the dying oak tree. "Those are things that are hard to come by these days."

"I understand." Hao said. Haoran Li had a lot barring down on his shoulders as not only a member of the White Lotus, but also a member of the Li family, which had been ingrained in the secret society since it's inception centuries ago. Hao's father was pressuring him to bring honor to their family name, which something that he couldn't do himself. It pained Hao to see his father act so desperate in search of power, but knowing how much his family has sacrificed as well made him realize his father's perseverance.

The young branch of the Li tree listened to his father's orders diligently. Young and new teams were being formed sent throughout the Fire Nation to find the new Avatar and Hao was selected to lead one of them. He knew next to nothing about his team other than the fact that most were newer and younger members than himself, but Hao wasn't going to let that stop him from accomplishing his mission.

Listening to the rest of his father's lecture and giving final his goodbyes, Hao retreated back to his quarters to finish the last of his packing. With his father's position and influence in the White Lotus, he didn't have to sleep in the barracks with other young members, something that he never really contemplated on how it affected his relationships with others until now. Was he really suited to lead a team, was he ready for it? Questions attacked his mind and flurried his thinking, but it was too late for all these questions. He had to prove his worth and had to show that his family was more capable than what other's thought.

Packing the last of his gear and clothes into his rucksack, Hao hurried his way to the Li family air bison stables where he had informed his teams to meet. Again, with the backing of his father his team was one of the only teams lucky enough to have an air bison, while others had to use airships or boats to find their way into the Fire Nation. Their assigned destination was a cluster of islands off the eastern part of the Fire Nation, heading to the town of Shu Jing first and following leads after that.

A low grunt and yawn rang through the air as Hao neared the stables. The flying bison that his team was taking was going to be Yuya, one of the most dependable and by far the most playful of bison in the stable.

"You'll take good care of us right?" Hao cooed, petting the larger than life bison.

[Assistant]
"The Fire Nation." Ayuka scowled as she forced her things back into her bags. "Barely a week here and I'm already being sent back home! Who the heck was in charge of planning?!" She threw the bag against her barely used barracks bed, then forced herself to take a breath.  "Calm down, Ayu. No use getting all heated up over a little thing like this..."  She took the bag back up, and continued to pack.  "So what you barely got to know anyone here, or had time to know about the new change of plans...It's fine. You joined the White Lotus. You knew things weren't going to be easy or simple. You were going to be assigned elsewhere on missions eventually, and missions back to home. This'll be a chance to prove yourself. We're going to be looking for the Avatar and you'll be the one that knows the lay of the land. Be a big help if you don't screw this up, like by being late if this dumb bag won't take back what I need to pack. I just unpacked this stuff out of you!"  She huffed, sending some of her black hair out of her face. Then sheepishly she looked around and sighed. "I also need to stop talking with myself."

The firebender shook her head and focused her attention back on her bag, finally getting everything packed and closed away. With a nod, she placed it on her back and left the building, bracing herself as the chill winds hit her. It always was so cold around here. She took warming breaths as she walked, heading for where she was sure the air bison stables were. That her team was told to meet here struck her with surprise, but it would probably be explained once there. At least with the air bison they were easy to find. She walked through the door and looked around. She spotted a guy petting one of the bison, really seeming to bond with the animal. A team member?

One way to find out. She walked to him. "Hello. I was told to be here as part of Haeo's team. Would you happen to be part of it as well?"

[User]
"I'm going on an adventure! I'm going on an adventure!" Tikaani sang to himself as he packed up his stuff into a bag. He had only been here a week, and he was already asked to be part of a group to search for the next Avatar. He was finally going to see the world like he always wanted. He already got to explore the Southern Air temple. It was impressive. "Mom would be so proud if I'm actually successful." Once all his things were packed, he threw his bag over his shoulder, and grined. "Yep, all set!"

He left the barracks, and after refilling his canteen with water, he made his way to the stables. It was cold outside, but since he lived in the South Pole, he was used to this kind of weather. The young waterbender happily skipped along like everything was right with the world.

Once he arrived at the stables, he spotted a guy petting one of the flying bison, and a Fire Nation girl talking to him. That must have been his group. Tikaani bounded over to them. "Hey! Tikaani Aput, waterbender extraordinaire at your service!" He said giving a salute. Then his eyes went wide. "Oh, my gosh! Are we actually going to ride a flying bison?! This is gonna be so exciting!"


[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nationality: UEE
Callsign/Codename: Drillbit
Kills: 1

Psychological Analysis: Carmen is a down-to-earth tech junkie. She knows her way around almost any piece of technology; what she doesn't know, gets figured out quickly. Carmen enjoys handling MAS units and there isn't a single piece of equipment in the Steel Hunters that hasn't gone through Carmen's inspection. Carmen gets the job done before she starts to slack and be a playful devil. When off of the job, Carmen is a prankster and a fun chaser. When on the job, Carmen is usually acting as the PMC's field 'medic' for the MAS units. When she can't be there in person to perform repairs, Carmen gives a detailed explanation on how to do it yourself. Carmen is a non-combatant, but she is present on nearly every operation to help her partners through the tough situations. Carmen isn't a huge fan of killing, having only done it once; she is in the business for her love of MAS units, and for Samuel's sake, whom she befriended shortly after arriving at the PMC's headquarters.

Employment Record: Carmen was born as the daughter to the head of Boeing, one of Earth's most powerful corporations. Her father was the man behind the UEE's modern MAS units. Carmen was raised either in her family estate or in the engineering bays of the Boeing's headquarters. By age twelve, Carmen knew the ins and outs of every MAS chassis that rolled off of the assembly line. Carmen's father capitalized on her knowledge of the machines and made sure she received the best training and education there was. The engineering facilities she had constant access to helped her learn in tandem with her classes. By seventeen, Carmen was at her father's side designing the next generation MAS units for the UEE Navy. Her ingenuity is partly responsible for the rare and highly praised Shrike chassis, used by choice pilots in the UEE.

As conflict reignited between the UEE and the Coalition, Carmen quickly signed up. Her father protested at first, but she reason with him that nobody in the UEE would be able to navigate the inner workings of a MAS at the same level as her. It didn't take long for her credentials to check out. Carmen was quickly thrust into basic training where she learned the foundation for combat. She took to the lessons well but her real focus was still on engineering. The commander of training base Carmen was station at saw that she had a knack for more than just MAS units. Once she finished basic, she was put on a transport and sent to Mars where she would service the training units that frequently got terribly battered by rookie pilots. Simply put, better machines equaled better pilots.

Carmen felt as though she had been shafted. She didn't want to fix the mistakes of noobie pilots, she wanted to fix the combat units and actually make a difference on the battlefield. She grew bored with Mars and when she was made an offer to join the Steel Hunters, Carmen accepted. She finished her minimum service time with the UEE and left for the FEZ shortly after. Her father wasn't happy about her decision, but there wasn't anything he could do back on Earth. Carmen was gone before his agents could come and collect her. Since then, Carmen has served as the head engineer for the Steel Hunters. She runs a strict and regular maintenance schedule to make sure that the units in the PMC are always at 110%.

Equipment: Carmen keeps a wrench, a flashlight, and a holopad with her at all times. She almost always finds something that needs fixing. Aside from her random odds and ends, Carmen doesn't keep much else on her person.

Designation
MUL-CE4 (Mass Produced Ultra-Light Combat Engineer Model 4)

Role
Combat Engineer, Electronic Warfare

Chassis
Ultra-Light

Suspension
Ultra-Light + Improved Suspension = 17 Weight Capacity

Weight
14/17 Weight

Engine
2 Cores + System Special + Improved Output = 20 Power

Operating Time
12/20 Power = 8 Unused; 16 Hours

Description
The MUL-CE4 is more of an exo-skeleton than anything. Used by engineers both in the military and in the private sector, the MUL-CE4 is the go-to MAS for doing anything a human can't do. The MUL-CE4 is equipped with light armor and shield systems to protect the wearer from whatever might come its way for just long enough to get to safety. It features mounts on both arms so that it can have plasma torches or firearms attached without occupying the engineer's hands. The exo allows the wearer to lift heavier loads and it doesn't impede on the full range of movement the operator might need. More combat oriented MUL-CE4s are equipped with maneuvering thrusters to glide along surfaces at higher speeds and to help push or pull heavy objects. The MUL-CE4 doesn't feature its own life-support, but it is small enough that a backpack can be slung onto its back with all of the necessary equipment.

Systems
Weapons:
HMAR-12 [+3 Weight | -1 Power] - The HMAR-12 is a heavy assault rifle used in conjunction with ultra-light MAS units. Without a MAS, the HMAR-12 is more commonly used as a two-man heavy machine emplacement. It has a slower fire rate but its stopping power more than makes up for. The high caliber rounds can be enough to make a MAS think twice about charging toward it. The HMAR-12 is effective against MAS units up to the light class, anything larger simply shrugs up the rounds. The weapons struggles against medium units but enough focused fire it can cause light damage. It goes without saying that an unarmored target doesn't fare well against the HMAR-12. The HMAR-12 is belt fed from a large ammo-pack. The pack can carry up to 200 .700 Nitro Express rounds. As Carmen is a non-combatant, she prefers this loading method as she can swap the ammo-pack out for life support or other modules depending on what the mission calls for.
Plasma Torch [+2 Weight | -3 Power] - While it harnesses plasma technology, the plasma torch doesn't technically classify as a weapon and as such, is allowed within the private sector. Under normal circumstances, plasma torches are the manufacturing bread and butter of the engineering world. They are capable of slicing off armored segments and welding them back on. The plasma torch is rather power intensive and thus, it isn't used very frequently as anything else but what it is intended for. Nevertheless, plasma torches aren't an uncommon sight on the battlefield when real weapons aren't present.
Armor & Shields:
Light Alloy Plating [+3 Weight]
Class 1 Energy Shield [-3 Power]
Extra Systems:
Steel Hunters Systems Specialization [+5 Power]
Improved Suspension [-10 Weight | -5 Power]
Improved Reactor Output [+3 Weight | +5 Power]

- 500 Credits
- Wrench
- Screw Driver
- 9mm Pistol w/ 2x 12 round magazines [Ammo: 24/24]
- Holopad
- Small flashlight
- Radio Headset

[User]
It was a soft pattering against the hull, gentle and rhythmic in the cool air. Breathing out, Dissonance following her movements, the machine bringing up its hand before the head unit and peering curiously at the pooling water. "Rain..." She whispered, pilot and machine turning their head at the same time and letting the water fall to the ground in a cascade. Gears gently hummed as the two reclined back into the nook, pulling the camo-net around them tighter even as a voice gently tugged at her from the corners of her mind.

"Alex..."

Looking up, she turned her head in the direction of the voice, peering across the rift and the flowing river in front of her. It called to her from afar, yet seemed so close. Alexandria started to stand, but something kept her from doing so. There was no physical force keeping her there, no, it was something else. Even as she wanted to stand and seek out the voice, there was a deep feeling inside her that told her no. That feeling over-rode her desire to seek out the voice, it reassured her that staying still was best. No... It begged her to stay still, to remain where she was and to wait. But for what?

"Alexandria..."

That voice again called her, and she felt the pull stronger this time. Her eyes felt weary, like a heavy weight was upon them. There was no more rain... Where did it go? A flash of panic hit her, gone in an instant as if swept away by an unknown source. "Alexandria!" Both pilot and machine turned their head to seek out the voice, the landscape around them bleeding away from the lush environment of before, and into a barren desert...

She shook herself as Julia sent impulses down her nerves, forcing her from the reverie. The sound of the captain calling over the radio was the first thing she heard, followed by the others sounding off. "Lexicon." Her voice was soft over the radio, the subtle sound of her readying Thanatos in the background and reclining against the rockface. "Ready for overwatch. Call out anything that gives you trouble, and I'll put them down." It wasn't a moment later that the fighting broke out, her eyes watching carefully each of her team-mates within her view-range.

""Alex." Julia spoke in her ear as she always did, and she could almost feel the fingers around her own, assisting her in scanning the battle below, pinpointing potential targets as they appeared. "Keep us hidden, sis." There... Salvaged Sentry about to engage Doughboy in close combat. Machine and pilot exhaled and the finger tensed on the trigger of the 120mm rail-cannon. "Doughboy, providing supporting fire. Prepare to execute." Even as Julia spoke as Alexandria, there was a flash of energy from the muzzle of the heavy rifle, and the sabot split the air as it bore down on the Sentry, hitting the unit above and to the left of center-mass sending material showering on both combatants as the machine's arm was sheared off at the shoulder.

[Assistant]
"Doughboy, Jupiter; let's give it to them!"

Inside the Bull, Jamy smiled. Though he didn't enjoy the act of killing, he did like to pit himself against his enemies, testing himself in the process. "Roger that, Swallowtail! Jupiter out!" Unsheathing the large metal blade that was the Bellona, and activating the blade, Jamy activated the thrusters on his his MAS' hips, and flew forward, the blade's tip pointed at a Sentry that stood next to the Sentry that Alex and Alexandria were assaulting simultaneously, readying the Nail Gun that it held, to fire on the Viking. As its attention was elsewhere, it didn't notice the large metal suit flying towards it.

Swinging downwards as he landed, the Bellona crashed into the midsection of the Gowser, plasma edges flaring as the shield offered token resistance. Eventually, they couldn't hold out, with the combined power of the Bellona, and the velocity of the Bull. The sword ripped through the MAS, causing it to shudder before giving out, power systems severed from the cockpit's control. The two halves landed on the ground with a crash, as the Bull landed on the ground, sliding forward. Immediately, Jamy stood up, and looked around. There was one Sentry, advancing towards the main battle group, rifle lowered.

As it began to fire, slinging lead that began to ping off the heavy armor of the Bull, Jamy opened a channel to the rest of the main assault group. "Hey, Alex. Both of you. Here's a quick lesson. We're in a battle, don't forget that, and don't focus on one enemy. You need to keep your focus on everything else, as well as the enemy you're fighting." Jamy then proceeded to boost forward, sliding along the ground with his feet wide, towards the Sentry.

[User]
Things had escalated just as quick as the plan had detailed. The mission had gone from silent and peaceful to loud and furious in the blink of an eye. As Prowler had given the green light, multiple sites lit up with explosions and gun fire. Carmen always liked seeing that, it told her that the outfit she served in was on point and its pilots trusted in each other's abilities. Carmen had jumped off of the Hare before it ripped off the tarp and began speeding around to combat the weak resistance. Carmen would obviously fall behind, but she wasn't a front liner so she didn't mind.

She engaged her suit's thrusters and sped across the arid landscape to intercept one of the IFVs that accompanied the Ferir. She brought her HMAR to bear and fired off a burst of three at the same time the IFV fired back. Two shots made contact with Carmen, but her shield was able to safely stave off the smaller caliber weapons of the armored vehicle. The three rounds of the HMAR all made their mark thanks to her suit's targeting system. The first round punched through gun of the IFV, disarming it and making it a defenseless target. The second hit a tire and blew out the axle as well. The power of the HMAR and the sudden jerk in the vehicle's steering made it flip and roll a number of times before coming to a stop. The third shot dealt only superficial damage. Carmen zipped across the surface, leaving behind a growing dust cloud as she closed in on the wreckage of the IFV.

When she stopped in front of it, she could see the driver quickly coming to and fighting with his holster to get his pistol. Carmen walked around the side of it and took a hold of its twisted edges. She flipped it over with the augmented strength the suit offered and ripped the door right off. The driver shot but the small 9mm bullet produced a small crackle from her energy shield. She took a hold of the man by the gun hand and gripped tight, crushing both the gun and the hand. He scream and Carmen pulled him out of the vehicle, throwing him back a good ten feet. She used her thrusters to quickly close the gap again. The man was holding his ruined hand and looking up at Carmen fearfully. She sighed, "Gee, don't give me that look. You're probably the luckiest one among your band of merry raiders. Because I'm not going to kill you." she paused to gauge the expression on his face, "But I can't speak for the rest of my group. So I'll give you about five minutes to have a change of heart and give me some juicy information. If you behave, I might think about fashioning you a cybernetic hand."


[System]
Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality:

Zypha is a woman of the world and very down-to-earth. Having grown up with a very rough childhood Zypha quickly learned what it meant to survive and how to lookout for oneself. She can very a very sarcastic individual and is not afraid of being rude or callus, so she can rub people the wrong way fairly easily. Despite these character flaws, and at times selfish attitude, she will fiercely defend her crewmates with all her ferocity when they are threatened by others.

Zypha also possesses a very strong will and is actually quite clever. She has a strong resolve to keep bettering herself in combat and learning, so she will often try something new if she thinks it would be beneficial to herself or the crew. Zypha is also willing to go to great lengths and take serious chances if she believes the result to be worth it.

Devil Fruit/ Weapon of expertise:

Zypha's choice of weapon is a twin Chain-Scythe. The Scythe blades are black with a dark blue triangle pattern across the edged-side of the blades. The blades are long and curved on their 'business' ends with short spike-like edges on the opposite side making both sides quite dangerous. The handles are made of essentially dark brown ironwood, polished to perfection with some of the traditional 'imperfections' and patterns that wood based pieces have. A dark blue chain connects the twin scythe at the ends of the handles, making the weapon not only a deadly pseudo-projectile but also a potential grappling hook, among other uses.

[User]
When the five marines were rushing at them Asus wondered why his spies hadn't informed him about the armed men. "Guess they either didn't look here yet or they don't consider five to be a large group, I might have to be more specific with my orders in the future."
He also wasted time by trying to decide if he should use Kamen which had a very good of blinding one marine or Tama which with five enemies had a reduced chance of taking any of them out. At no point did he consider doing nothing just to keep his abilities hidden from Abi. "Maybe in the future I can combine Kamen and Tama somehow."

In the end he decided that even if he did just hurt two of the Marines that was better than blinding only one of them. Beforehand though he made sure to order to attack the men in the white and blue uniforms to prevent them going after Abigail as well. "Bachi Bachi No Tama."

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Total number of hornets in Asus' body is 75. Number of hornets used for combat 50, hornets currently in use 30/50, dead hornets 0/50

[Assistant]
Zypha uttered shocking words that took everyone's attention including Lenwood himself. Lenwood's eyes were opened wide because he was startled after hearing a somewhat decent speech from Zypha. Her speech's effect could be felt instantly as the little girl smiled in relief and mentioned that Zypha was a really nice person. "You're lucky kid.. You see a different side of her." He thought to himself while chuckling secretly so no one would notice him grinning, afraid to be marked as an insane person who laughed suddenly or seen by Zypha as a mockery. Anyway, Lenwood was satisfied with Zypha's effort. Some villagers began to head outside and left their homes, getting closer to the crowd while few decided to stay inside. Everything happened for a reason and the reason was explained by the village elder.

When the village elder spoke, Lenwood took a note on his mind for important information such as force tribute done by the marine. Also, few pirate crews in the past who landed on this island terrorized their village and took all of their supplies. Lenwood moved his finger to mid-air and did a few invisible scratch. With the help of his finger and the air, he tried to calculate in his mind and drew a plan. "What we need is to... stand on top of the food chain... That's it!" He clapped his hand together with an inspired expression. "We can take all the supplies back from the marines. After all, we're pirates! We won't take orders nor being restricted by the laws that bind the marines." Lenwood grinned. "Let's go, Zypha!" Lenwood rushed to the entrance of the forest. Should Zypha followed him, he would ask, "Should we believe in them? How if their story was a lie? What if there are no marines? Where's Abby, Satoru, and Asus anyway?".

[User]
Somehow things turned out decently, it was a bonafied miracle really. Still not everything was peachy as they soon were told by the town that essentially, they didn't have didily squat because were a bunch of chumps who preferred to take advantage of the villagers rather than actually doing their job of protecting them. The marines had helped for a bit before they turned scum. Well that really much they could do, or so she thought but apparently her captain had other ideas.

"What we need is to... stand on top of the food chain... That's it! We can take all the supplies back from the marines. After all, we're pirates! We won't take orders nor being restricted by the laws that bind the marines." Zypha looked at Lenwood like he had lost his mind.

"You're joking right...captain...ah heck you're totally serious ain't ya." Lenwood was already on the move and calling out to her to come along. She gave an exasperated sign and shrugged. "Well what's a girl to do but keep his ass out of trouble." She waved goodbye to the villagers, especially the little girl, and charged after her captain who barraged her with several questions right after the other.

"The heck would I know about any of that? Still, just by looking at them I could tell they were telling the truth. You can get a feel for those kind of things after a while. If there are marines on this island, we better find the others before things get crazy."

[Assistant]
"What?" Abigail blinked and turned her attention to the shouting marines that were hurrying for them. "Already, but how? We barely got together and haven't even had a chance to leave our mark, or even A mark." She frowned and her hand went down to her blade's handle. She pulled it out and got ready to charge when Asus started saying something. Is he a devil fruit user too, she thought to her self. It would be nice to know she wasn't the only one. For a moment she thought about showing her ability too, but decided against it. She'd happily tell the rest of the crew when they got back together but for the moment it might not be the best idea to show the world military what everyone was capable.

So she readied her blade and rushed towards the nearest marine. Technically this wasn't only her actual first battle it was the first time she'd be using a blade in front of another person. Yes, she's taken time to practice and read books on the subject but that wasn't the same thing, was it? Well, she'd learn soon enough.

[User]
Satoru said nothing in response to his captain. He didn't need to, after all. He HAD just gotten his permission to go hunting around and doing what he needed to do. The biggest question, of course, would be...what that would be. He had already created a mental list of various materials he would need on a ship as a medic. From the basic materials like a stethoscope to the lesser-known like medicinal herbs to make his own medications. And of course, he'd need scalpels, disinfectant, vitamins.... Could a town this deserted really provide everything that he needed? He really wasn't sure. But he would never know by simply sitting around and waiting. He shrugged and finally began following his captain and Zypha into the town, though he did intentionally keep his distance from them. It was better for him to observe situations from afar than be right in the center of it, where he would be caught in the middle if something went wrong.

When Lenwood and Zypha had their encounter with the villagers at last, Satoru continued to maintain his distance and observe the situation in silence. He couldn't help but smirk slightly, though, when he watched Lenwood pass the responsibility for the situation to Zypha instead of handling it himself. Thankfully, she seemed to be able to handle it just fine, so there was no need for him to intervene just yet. Finally, the situation diffused and the villagers slowly came back out into the streets, explaining the situation. Now that he could tell that everything was going to be fine for now, he decided that he could approach his crewmates and show them that he'd been with them the whole time.

But as he began to walk, he couldn't help but scowl slightly. The story that the villagers told bothered him. Apparently, the Marines stationed here were bullying the villagers and taking advantage of their strength. What miserable excuses for the driving force of justice on the seas. But, he supposed it was comforting in one way: He had just acquired proof positive that his suspicions about the Marines and their methods were indeed accurate. There were apparently plenty of marines that were not as great and just as their banner and name would imply. And that eased the slight doubts he had been having the last couple of days about his decision to join a pirate crew.

Satoru made a mental note to send another note out as they were going to leave the island, see if there were any kind of carrier birds around here that could get messages out across the Grand Line. If he could get word of this to his family back on his home island, they would probably be able to do something about it if necessary. His family consisted of proper Marines, after all.

Though at the rate Lenwood was going, there might not be any disciplining left to do by then.

"Right behind you," Satoru said, finally catching up to his captain and crewmate, hands in his pockets. "I heard the whole thing. And if you want my two cents, I agree with Zyph. They appeared to be telling the truth to me. Or at least, I don't see much reason to doubt them yet. Plus...I already had a feeling that there were Marine bases that did that. So this would mostly confirm my suspicions about them." He then chuckled slightly at that. "Though I suppose that that might make me biased and I just want their words to be the truth."

He then paused for a moment, deciding to change the subject. "But are you really planning on taking this place on? I should probably tell you then, that if this island does have a Marine base established here, it probably isn't a big one. Judging on the size of the island and the apparent population, I'd say that it's probably a rather small base, relatively speaking. The only real threat likely to be present that we should be particularly worried about is whoever Captains the base. Possibly whoever is directly under them too. Some Commanders are rather strong themselves." He then looked over at Lenwood again. "I just want to warn you. Don't underestimate a Captain of the Marines. They're the sixth-highest rank in the Marines, with only Commodores being between them and the Admiral ranks. They don't often get their positions unless they've got the strength to back it up."

[Assistant]
As the five Marines charged at Asus and Abigail, the two who were on their left immediately got struck by Asus's Hornet ball, and swarmed by hornets. They ran away screaming, eventually falling on the ground covered in wounds. The marine in the middle charged forward and slashed at Abigail. Despite not being well trained in sword play, she managed to deflect the sword strike and cut the Marine down. The two remaining Marines stared in shock for a moment, but continued their charge. One of them attempted to stab Asus in the chest by thrusting his blade forward, while the other slashed at Abigail.

As Lenwood, Satoru and Zypha reached the battle field upon the forest path, four nets fell down upon them from the trees on their sides, two that emerged from the left and two from the right. The nets were reinforced by steel balls on the ends, capable of pinning a person down onto the ground with it's extra weight. "About time ye did somethin! Were yall sleeping up there or what?" The marine asked, the one who was attacking Asus. The nets had to have been thrown from Marines who were hidden in the trees on the left and right, but the leaves of the trees made it difficult to see them.

[User]
Asus just barely dodged the blade aimed at his chest and knew he was in serious trouble. He had no fighting skills outside his DF powers and his only purely offensive move wasn't exactly made for close range, not to mention he was running low on hornets. The situation didn't improve at all when the other members showed and a couple of marines dropped nets in an attempt to catch them.

His opponent commenting on it did give Asus an opening to use Bachi Bachi no Kamen. He sent out ten hornets with the order to not only cover the swordsman's face and blind him, but also too crawl into his mouth if possible. Asus actually didn't like to use that version of Kamen since it had a good chance of killing both the target and any hornets that got into their mouth, since if the roof of someone mouth got stung it would swell up potentially causing suffocation and crushing of hornets.

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Total number of hornets in Asus' body is 75. Number of hornets used for combat 50, hornets currently in use 40/50, dead hornets 0/50

[Assistant]
Things were starting to get crazy pretty quickly. They had barely gotten on the island and already they were starting a fight with the marines. As Lenwood, Satoru and Zypha made their way up the trail they were suddenly ambushed by marines up in the trees. They were being rather tricky little buggers as four nets, two on each side of the trail, tried to capture the pirates.

They had been too busy trying to find the marine base and their companions so they had been caught unawares, but Zypha had quick reflexes and a keen mind to keep her safe. Zypha jumped up in the air, hurled a chain-scythe into a big tree branch and swung herself out of harm's way, narrowly missing being caught like a fish in a net. "Looks like they have some brains at least, but ya missed your chance to pin this one down, now come here!"

Continuing her swing she climbed up into the trees on the right side of the path, surprising a few hidden marines who did expect someone to join them up in the tree. She quickly charged them with remarkable balance, wielding her scythes to great effect as she started to slash at the marines while attempting to knock them out of the tree and onto the ground. The battle was on!


[System]
-Master of X-

"Tch. Tch. Yes I am!"
Age: Late 20s

Description: A fortune teller from Cairo, Egypt, Muhammad Avdol stands at 188 centimeters and weighs 90 kilograms, sporting a medium-heavy build. His Stand, Magician's Red, appears as a humanoid figure with a bird-like head. It has a heavily muscular upper body and its feathered legs are sometimes covered in burning flames. Its arms have claws instead of nails and it wears dark bracelets on both of its wrists.

Gifted with his Stand from birth, Avdol was already raised into the lifestyle similar to that of a magus, learning all sorts of occult knowledge as well as studying other sorts of Stands. Avdol is best described as a serious, responsible, and overall righteous individual. Once he had heard of the Holy Grail War, he had joined in order to ensure that no one sinister would get their hands on such a powerful relic that is said to grant wishes.

Specialties:

Magician's Red:

Muhammad Avdol's Stand, a psychically generated entity that is said to be a physical manifestation of the user's fighting spirit, is bound to his person. Stands can only be seen by other Stand Users, as well as Spirits (such as Servants), Psychics, and most Magi. More information on Stands, in general, could be found here.

Magician's Red, specifically, is a medium-ranged Stand capable of generating and manipulating flames. These flames could be hot enough to melt even metal, and Avdol is able to manipulate them without restraints. Avdol utilizes a multitude of techniques with his Stand's flames, such as firing salvos of ankh-shaped flames, tying his opponents in a rope made of flames, and creating a heat-based "radar" used to detect others in his immediate vicinity. Because the flames are a part of Magician's Red, those who cannot see Stands also cannot see the flames, although they can feel the heat from the Stand as well as see the waves of heat emanating from it. Magician's Red also sports notable physical strength, although it has no special close-ranged techniques, and is best utilized in a wide area at a medium range.

Esoteric Knowledge:

As a professional fortune teller, Avdol is knowledgeable in divination, notably the symbolism of the tarot cards which he uses. Avdol also knows a great deal about Stands and their powers, although this knowledge seems to be limited to only most other Tarot Stand Users. Avdol's knowledge also extends to Magecraft, and while he isn't a Magus, himself, he has enough knowledge on the subject to know about most other schools, such as Astrology.

Wish: Muhammad Avdol currently has no wish for the Grail, with his overall goal of joining the war being to prevent more sinister individuals from possessing the Grail.

[User]
With the usual dramatic flash of light, and the blat of energy throughout the room, the summoning was complete. Everything died down, and finally, standing in the center of the room was... a schoolgirl? The catalyst was gone, and yet it was nowhere on this Servant's person that was visible. She wore a sailor uniform typical of many academies, and was fairly short portraying her age. Everything about her seemed to just be... young. Her hair was black, with a single red strip, and her uniform had a strange design on the scarf. But beyond all this, the only thing that seemed strange about her was that she was so plain and simple.

And her first action was to... let out a long, deep yawn as she half covered her mouth and then rubbed her eye. If Ansgar had made sure he would get a Berserker, he might be questioning if it worked considering this girl didn't look like she could punch harder than a child. Although, she did have a strange glove on her left hand with a wring around her wrist, and something attached to it. There was definitely more going on with this girl the further into her character one looked, but it wasn't entirely clear what.

When she finally spoke, she had the most dull, bored-sounding voice one could have. "You're my Master then? You look a bit older than usual. Maybe that's a good thing..." She pulled her hannds up above her head in a deep stretch as she bent from side to side. "Lucky you, you got yourself a Berserker." The final part of the contract was sharing names. For the moment, each summoning was happening in a different room, so they didn't need to worry about names getting out. "I'm Ryuko Matoi, and the name of my Master is...?"

[Assistant]
With the bright flash of light and wave of energy, Ansgar still had to shield his eyes from the flash, though once he was looking properly, his first thought was confusion, though he kept himself with an even expression. He knew full well that the incantation should have been correct, let alone the fact that, even if he had not gotten a Berserker, the problem was simply he could not place the school girl at all. Perhaps the fact she was a school girl was adding to the general confusion right now, but he guarded his tongue on teh matter. The yawning was also not expected, and she was extremely level headed so far for a potential Berserker, considering yawning and rubbing her eyes was not what he expected out of someone who should not be level headed in the slightest.

"So it would seem. Not nearly as old as some, but I like to think its a balanced middle ground for now." Ansgar let his hands rest on top of his umbrella, retrieved now that the summoning itself had been completed, his hands no longer needed to be occupied with channeling mana into the ritual circle. Not his preferred approach anyways, but he certainly would not call into question such things, not now at any rate. Upon confirmation she was indeed a Berserker, and introducing herself as Ryuko Matoi, one thing was clear. That name meant literally nothing to him, which meant the studies on history were, as it was sounding, completely useless with these Heroic Spirits. But, no sense in not being civil, and he extended his hand in greeting none the less. "As intended, then. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Matoi. Ansgar Staudinger, Alchemist and Runecaster."

[User]
Ryuko watched the man curiously, and his reactions told her one thing. He didn't know what to make of her. That conclusion may have been true or false, but it was the feeling she was getting regardless. "I'm getting the feeling you're not sure about me. I know most of my class are typically mindless beasts and the power houses of Servant-kind. I might not look like much, but trust me, I don't know any other Servant stronger." Perhaps a bit of a stretch but she didn't want to sound like she wasn't confident. "Now I know what you're probably thinking. You're wondering how some 'little girl' could possibly be a Berserker. Well..." She had one sure fire way to prove herself to him and, perhaps rid him of doubt. She took her hand, laid her fingers flat, and the man would see her outfit open a little hole in the center of her chest. She took her hand, and stabbed it straight in. This might seem like it would be beyond painful, but she didn't even flinch. And moments later, she pulled out her heart with literally glowed with redish orange light.

"This is my heart, and I'm sure it doesn't take some kind of scientist to see it's not normal. Aside from the fact I'm perfectly fine with pulling my heart from my chest." She let go of the heart, and it was immediately pulled back inside, and the hole closed up in a matter of seconds. "My body is made out of life fibers, a sort of living material. While I was already powerful before, being a Servant has made me even stronger." She brought her hand up, pointing at him. "So don't underestimate me! But also, we should talk about why it is that I'm a Berserker." She took a deep breath as she went on explaining. This was all things she thought needed to be up front, before they were around anyone else. Servants typically came with all the knowledge they needed, and that included knowledge of the fact she was now one of three to fight together. "I have an extremely powerful Noble Phantasm. Instead of a specific attack or ability or some other crap, it just makes me a hell of a lot stronger than I already am. But it'll tax your mana harshly, and if I stay in that form too long, well... that's when you find out why I'm a Berserker. Only death, or a Command Seal could pull me out of the form. So let's not have that happen yeah?"

She took a deep breath once more as if she had been talking too long, and planted her hands on her hips. "So, I think that's about all you need to know. Sorry to bore you with a big list of crap you should know but it's best you find out now. I don't like my Phantasm but if you decide we should use it, I won't argue. Just a pain in the ass to lose a Command Seal over it." She clearly wasn't one for being subtle, or ladylike. She wasn't one for class either, for that matter.

[Assistant]
"Pointless to ask the self regarding what I am..." Pandora's Actor outstretched both of his arms towards the sky and raised his voice. "The real question would be what I can be and the answer to such question would be... anything! Everything! For I am the Pandora's Actor, created by the Supreme Being, to emulate any and all beings!
 He lowered his arms as he saluted smartly, not towards Ryan but towards an empty wall. His heels clicked together from the shiny boots while his right arm formed a neat and perfect angle on his brow... or wherever his brow was supposed to be. "Blessed be the Supreme Being for gifting me with such an ability. Forgive this young summoner for being unaware of such power and might." Without waiting for Ryan's response, Pandora's Actor stopped saluting and turned to start walking towards the door to exit. With a subtle out-of-place step, he forced himself to bump into Ryan briefly. Pandora's Actor stopped to look into his face with a lifeless face.
 "The self was summoned here for a reason I am sure. And whatever that reason may be, he is certain that it must be fulfilled before I can return to my rightful place. So tell me summoner... what is thy bidding?"

[User]
Ryan smiles at the odd and rather flamboyant servant before answering.
"Well you've been summoned here to help me and my team win the Holy Grail war," he pauses for a moment gaining a mischievous look in his eyes, "by any means necessary."
He take a second to study the lifeless mask of Pandora's Actor coming to the sudden but not surprising realization that it was not in fact a mask but rather the servant's face. Another realization came to him then as well he had never heard of Pandora's Actor before meaning it was one of the other worldly servants that he had heard about.
After taking a moment to compose himself Ryan takes a step away from Pandora's Actor and holds out his hand the smile not leaving his face, "So Pandora's Actor why don't we work together so that we can achieve our goals."
"Although it would be easier to come up with a strategy if I knew what Pandora's Actor could do, oh well I'll find out soon enough I guess," he think all this to himself with his hand still out-stretched.

[Assistant]
The Egyptian fortune-teller known as Muhammad Avdol had finally finished preparing for his own summoning ritual, perhaps being the last Master to summon his Servant. Without a proper catalyst, Avdol believed he could summon a formidable Servant using the power of the tarot. He had decided beforehand to prepare only three cards in order to keep a proper control of the aspects of the Servant he wishes to summon, as well as to avoid drawing too many bad cards. Avdol looked at the cards he had drawn, once again, thinking to himself for a brief moment. "Hopefully, these will serve as a proper catalyst..." He mentioned to himself, looking over each one before a look of worry washed over his face. After a few more moments of thought, he had arranged the cards neatly on a pedestal standing before the summoning circle he had created prior.

The first one that was placed on the pedestal Justice; a card of fairness and truth, and one that reminded the fortune teller of the very reason why he joined this war... to ensure that no sinister Magus will take hold of the Holy Grail's supposed wish-granting powers. Avdol had placed it with confidence, believing that this may be a sign that he will be able to summon a Servant from the powerful Saber class. To be doubly sure that he would summon such a Servant, Avdol placed this card in the center of the arrangement.

The second that was put up was The Chariot; a symbol of control and victory. This had further assured Avdol that his Servant's goals will be aligned to his, and that he won't have a problem with a incompatible or rebellious Servant. This also could be interpreted as a sign that he may also summon a Servant of the Rider class, known for their superior mobility and powerful Noble Phantasms. Avdol had placed this card left of Justice.

The last card was one that Avdol had hesitated on placing... Death. The symbol of both endings and new beginnings. A card that is misunderstood for being negative, yet also brought a chill down Avdol's spine for its other connotations, namely the possibility of Avdol summoning a Servant of the Assassin class, a Servant specialized more in eliminating other Masters, and a Servant that Avdol feels he would be least compatible with. Nevertheless, Avdol still had to place the last card in the arrangement, placing it on the far right side.

Stepping back after his catalyst was properly arranged, Avdol examined his arrangement, once again, pondering for a moment what else was required. Sticks of incense and candles were placed around the circle, which was drawn out of chicken's blood. "Everything's now in place... It is time to go on with this ritual." Avdol had said to himself, confidently, putting his dominant hand out and clearing his throat.

"MAGICIAN'S RED!"

Manifesting next to Avdol was his stand, Magician's Red, in a burst of flames and a mighty caw. The avian-like spirit released a puff of flames, lighting all the candles and sticks of incense surrounding the summoning circle. Once this was done, the Stand began to imitate its user's movements, with a hand pointed out towards the circle. Avdol grinned at the display of his Stand's power, confident in the control he has over his Stand. And with the candles being lit and the catalyst being prepared, Avdol began to finally chant.

"Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill..."

As Avdol continued the incantation, the circle itself started to glow with a luminescent light. As he poured his own mana into the incantation, a howling gale began to fill the room centering from the circle itself, as if they were testing the resolve of both the Stand User and the flames he has lit. As the ritual proceeded, the room continued to be brought into disarray, all three of his cards slowly beginning to drift into the air. First was Death, then The Chariot, and finally, Justice...

And so comes forth a Heroic Spirit from another world...


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Boar Faunas

Equipment:

Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects.

In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes.

Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed.

Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility.

Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds.

Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes.

Semblance:

Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent.

He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels.

Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved.

Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day.

Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however.

Appearance:

[User]
Ciel - A hurt rabbit

Well she right there it was a illusion Ciel thought as she gasped a bit being hit while serving it's purpose also caused her to get the wind knocked out of her. Feeling tender a bit she heard the girl scream and noticed the damage around her there was burnt furniture and a lingering smell of smoke not to mention a small bit of ice remaining. She failed was the words currently playing through her head though pushing it back she managed to ask "Luke what do you think we should do with her?" As she slowly got up she was going to be bruised in the morning that was for sure. Waiting for an answer she vowed to make sure something like this wouldn't happen again she was tricked and could have killed her own teammate. When this was over and done with she would train harder not only her body but her mind as well to make sure she won't fall for the same trick again. Keeping her eye on the girl she would make sure that things don't happen the same way again in case she decided to act out just in case.

[Assistant]
Lucas Schwarz -- Can Hunters make Arrests?

Good question. What should they do with her?

His eyes narrowed, half in thought, and half in suspicion. She didn't seem to be faking that very, very obvious panic, despair, and fear, but it most be remembered that her whole schtick was deception. Illusion. With that in mind, there wasn't exactly such a thing as being too careful.

Well, I could choke her out.

But that would be overdoing it, thus why it's an example.

Not to mention it'd just be kind of unnecessary.

Anyways.

"Ciel," he began, stepping off to the side of his newly realigned teammate. "Stay here, and keep that gun on her. We can't risk letting her slip any false moves." No final eff-you's for their opponent if he could help it.

"And you," he continued, pointing at Morgan before pulling his arms, one slightly-tanned and the other a vibrant halfway point between pink and red, back through his sleeves. "Hands behind your head. Don't do anything dumb."

It felt odd, he realized while pulling his hoodie out over his shoulders, to be talking like this. He wasn't usually ever the one giving commands, using a tone of absolute "listen to me or you get hurt"-type authority. Had Dad ever done anything like this? Sure he'd given him a rundown when he learned he was going to Beacon in one of those fatherly "just-in-case-you-need-to-know" moments, but to actually do it in a live situation was...

Worlds apart. he concluded, brushing his undershirt back down over his briefly exposed, well-defined midriff.

...

What?

He worked hard to get in such shape, let him be proud a little.

Rolling the one-sleeved hoodie up much like a locker room towel, albeit with a much different purpose in mind, he began to walk towards the Faunus, slow and cautious, and never into Ciel's line of sight.

Now came the dangerous part, even with things set up as they were. A last-ditch effort on Morgan's part could have an untold number of consequences, somer of them potentially fatal.

He needed to be on guard at all times.

"On your belly, face down, keep your hands on your head."

Clear, concise, and completely incapable of being misconstrued.

Exactly how it should be, right?

[User]
The Casino Floor

As Luke proceeded to arrest Morgan, the conniving snake faunus made one last effort to avoid complete defeat. When he tried to tie her up, she used her semblance on both Ciel and Luke to make them believe he had tightened his hoodie enough to entrap her, when in fact he had completely missed her hands. Eventually the two would leave her alone and she'd easily escape into the night and avoid arrest, most likely to never be seen again.

A sudden explosion from above rocked the building and put her plans on hold. A black-clad figure, making an ear piercing electrical noise, quickly repelled down from a newly formed hole in the ceiling. As soon as he reached the bottom, the figure pulled out a police baton and began to savagely beat Morgan into the ground until she laid there unconscious. The figure then grabbed his mask and pulled it off, revealing it to in fact be Team JMCL's police contact, Officer Murphy. "Hey kids," he said with a smile, "Good to see you're all in one piece. Sorry I didn't get here sooner. So did you find anything useful for the trial?"

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- okay.jpg

Wincing from both the ear-ringing screech and the unfettered smackdown shortly laid upon the faunus, Luke looked up at the black clad figure to find...

"Officer Murphy?!"

You could forgive the surprise. He'd not expected him to be part of the apparently one-man SWAT Team en route to their location!

Once he was done gaping at the whole thing, he quickly regained his senses, and answered the question. "Jack managed to snatch some files from that back room. Speaking of which, they couldn't have made their logo more obvious in the room if they tried."
He frowned. "And it almost feels like they did, to be honest."

The frown continued and his brow furrowed, as he folded his arms together, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment. What was he forgetting to ask about here? Something important...

Something that probably started all thi--

!!!

"Officer, do you know where Mokuren is right now? Ever since things got crazy, we haven't been able to contact her."

Please be okay. Please be okay. He chastised himself for nearly forgetting, even with all the commotion, but most of all, he hoped their lost member was in good shape.

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Gren quickly lost interest in the huntress who spoke negatively of animals, noticing Shiro having taken lift off. He sighed at first, but than chuckled. It seemed like Shiro was making new friends, which was good. Friends were good. He was going to walk over to make sure he didn't hurt himself when he was sent flying. "Oh dust..." Shiro was sent crashing onto the table of another group of students, making Gren run over to try to get him out of trouble. But it seemed like Shiro was intentionally trying to stay away from Gren as he dashed from his landing position and out of the cafeteria. Shiro's speed caused a bit more belam as food and tableware were scattered about, leaving quite a path of destruction. But Gren was worried about something else; Shiro was going to go to the gardens.

"MY BEGONIAS!"

Gren made a mad dash to the nearest window, using his Semblance to slide across the room with startling speed for such a massive hulk. Opening the window however he could, Gren threw himself outside and continued towards the garden. He needed to talk to Shiro, but he also had to make sure his partner didn't harm the sanctity of the garden. Ass will be grass if anything bad were to happen there.


[System]
"We must learn to live together as brothers before we perish as fools."
OTHER NAMES
N/A

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual

AGE
22

RACE
Asian

GROUP
Toxo, Doctor

APPEARANCE
See Above

-Camping Boots
-Flannel Jacket
-Black T-Shirt
-Cargo Pants

PERSONALITY
Aaron has a rather calm demeanor when in tense situations, and maintains his cool even as those around him lose theirs. He makes an effort to be the one who breaks up arguments, and tries to keep everyone happy for as long as possible. However, there are
times where it all becomes too much for him and his facade cracks. Unfortunately, when this happens there is very little chance of consoling him.

Aaron usually gets along with others very well, and tries to make people laugh when he thinks they need it. To some people this can come off as not caring, but it's quite the opposite. He is deeply affected by his friends' death and would be willing to sacrifice himself to keep those he truly cares about out of harm's way. However, this can sometimes cloud his judgement and affect his ability to think clearly. It can make people frustrated at times, but he means well.

HISTORY
Aaron was born into a upper-middle class family. He also had what he needed, but his parents did have to work quite a bit to keep them sustained. As such, he didn't see much of his parents, but he still felt very close to them. Aaron always felt like he needed to prove something to his parents based on how hard they worked. Aaron excelled in classes not because of intelligence necessarily, but because he applied himself as much as possible. He soon found himself interested in being a doctor. His parents encouraged the idea, and he soon became cemented in the reality of studying medical practices. Aaron's interests leaned closer and closer to medicine, and his academics were still doing very well. He was soon accepted into Harvard Medical School, and joined the track team.
 Aaron's life was looking better and better. That was when the parasite came. At first, it was treated as a project. They would examine the parasite and look for the similarities to others. They could go from there and see what treatments could work. The class had fun, as it seemed to be a tangible challenge that some other projects couldn't reach. However, as the parasite came closer and closer, they began to feel a growing sense of fear and unease. Aaron began making plans with his parents for what to do if the parasite reached his college. But no plan could have prepared him for what the parasite did. Teachers at the college and those younger all began experiencing symptoms out of the blue.
 Anyone who was bitten was infected.Aaron had to flee. Him and a handful of other students broke out of the dorms, fighting their way to freedom. They soon lost their way, and they began to become desperate. Arguments broke out. People were losing their tempers and snapping at the others. Aaron soon found his role as the mediator of the group. Anybody would come to him about their arguments, and he would help them solve it. Some people in the group thought it was a waste of time, but Aaron found it to be completely necessary. One good thing about their group was that everyone knew how to heal their wounds. Unfortunately, not all of them were physically adept. Aaron found himself mourning the losses of some of his closest friends. All of them wanted to visit their parents, Aaron included. But they all knew, deep down, that their parents were dead, if not infected immediately. So instead, they searched around the country, eventually finding Toxo. Suddenly, it seemed like those who had been lost had not been killed in vain. They had a purpose. They had...a home.
SKILLS

Combat
-Handguns
-Medicine (Moderate skill)
-Fast
-Melee

Everyday Life
-Excellent Cook
-Salvaging
-Mapmaking

WEAPONS
-Beretta M9
-Pocket Knife
-Aluminum Baseball Bat

OTHERS
Theme: Magic Sword, In The Face Of Evil

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Kate

"There's a problem with the potatoes."

Kate giggled. Sure, the world had been run over by a horde of flash-eating zombies, but she is dealing with the real problems – the potato problems. "All right, I'll take a look." She headed over to the field where potatoes were grown this year, she could see an elder couple standing there, clueless. She would always get the old and weak to work her fields, the rest were either out scavenging, training or on guard duties. Kate didn't mind, older people usually knew their way around gardening and planting things, or at least were willing to learn. It was the young who barely remembered the world before the disaster, who thought there were some mysterious trees which produced bean cans and MREs. Sadly, Mr. and Mrs. Bryant were incredibly rich before the outbreak (the fact that they stated to everyone who was still willing to listen to them), and had servants fulfilling most of their needs. When they joined Parris Security, they seemed deeply offended by the fact that there is some work expected from them, let alone hard manual labor. They have already been positioned on multiple spots like laundry duty or helping out in kitchen, but always managed to complain for so long that the person in charge had them transferred somewhere else. Kate had to put up with them for over four weeks now, and they seemed to produce more damage than actual work.

"So, show me your potatoes," she told them, ignoring their miffed looks.

"We have no idea what happened. Perhaps it is some kind of a disease?" Mrs. Bryant pointed towards the row.

Kate frowned and kneeled beside the plants. Any kind of disease that could spread to the rest of her carefully nurtured crops was very dangerous. The green top of the plant looked fine, it had already started to dry out which was the sign the potatoes are almost ready to harvest. The dirt was dug aside to reveal the tubers. Kate reached for one to examine it up close and then laughed with a bit of relief. "Yes, this is indeed a dangerous disease. It's called 'the mice'."

"The what?"

"The mice. You know, the tiny rodent with teeth," Kate used bent her fingers next to her mouth in an attempt to show what a mouse looks like. "They must be pretty hungry to go after the potatoes, they usually prefer other vegetables. By the holes in the ground it looks like there is just a few of them, seems like they only picked this one plant."

"But… what are we supposed to do about it?" Mr. Bryant scratched his badly sunburnt head – he would refuse to wear any kind of hat or a scarf, claiming the he doesn't want to look ridiculous.

"I have no idea, I'm a fucking botanist, not an exterminator. Go file up a requisition for a cat or something." She turned to leave, giggling quietly imagining them actually go to the supply officer to ask for a cat. In the normal days, the mice could turn into a problem, but nowadays as the nature slowly took back over the world, the increased numbers of bird of prey and other predators kept the rodent population on a manageable level.

Exhausted by the human interactions, she headed to her safe place. Over the years, her originally tiny private garden grew to several smaller fields and even a small orchard, that should start producing apples and peaches in the next few months. With all that, she needed a place for experimenting and preparing new breeds of plants. After long discussions, Carson allowed her to take one entire floor in the industrial building and even sent a raid to gather the equipment she requested. Now her kingdom had lots of artificial lights shining down on rows of tiny saplings and sprouts, sprinkler bottles with water prepared at each table, lots of mysterious tools lying around - it looked almost like a lab. And, in all honesty, most of the equipment actually did come from a pot growing lab, although it was put to a better purpose nowadays.

[Assistant]
"And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above"

Interacting with: Natalia @Aamaya

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Back on the move, Sonya wondered if Natalia had already gotten her message. No, the woman concluded, she's in all likelyhood still asleep. It didn't really matter, though. Sonya was already making her way to their secret spot along the flat land that was dotted by debris falling from the eroded suburbian buildings. Those were the lands that the infected loved the most, which also made it relatively safe from any intelligent snoopers. The wandering zombies were a con, but only a few of them ever had the bright idea of wandering inside buildings.
Making her way through the barren field view before her, Sonya heard something growl from her left. It was a low gurgling sound that was all too familiar to her. A lone infected with a rotten eyesocket approached Sonya slowly, relealing itself from the shadows. Immediately on guard, Sonya's hand flew to the ice pick hanging from her belt. Using a bomb in this area could work, but it would be highly dangerious: Sonya had no place to hide, and the explosion would attract more company than she needed. This was exactly the kind of situation Sonya hated. She'd have to take the ex-creature down discreetly and up-close.
The infected being came closer, ready to lunge on Sonya and bury its foul teeth into her flesh. Staring the zombie down with a cold stare, Sonya looked for a quick opening to stab the undead's neck. It was the safest spot to strike, since Sonya didn't want to get more hurt than she already was from the past week, but the creature was facing her, ruining the element of surprise. Kicking the creature down and ignoring the sickening crack sound she heard, Sonya immobilised her target and stabbed the ice pick deep into its chest, not stopping until its arms stopped flapping and the disgusting gurgling sound faded away with its last breath. Face stoic, Sonya wiped the bloody weapon on the zombie's own, albeit dirty, shirt. The zombie had nothing on it, which was disappointing but not unusual. She spit out the irony taste of blood from her mouth and continued to work her way up to the secret house unshaken.

Sonya did anticipate meeting Natalia this time. Talking to oneself got pretty boring after a while, and Sonya would have lied if she had said she didn't crave human contact. This, Sonya thought, was a weakness. But it made her feel better in a world where pretty much everything felt like shit, so she took what she could.
Seeing the suburbs in the distance, Sonya unknowingly hastened her pace a bit, reaching the housing area relatively quickly. The woman made sure there were no zombies around, since it would make for a nasty surprise.
Unlucky, a pack of them was hanging around in the middle of the fucking road. However, Sonya was prepared. It didn't bother her using explosives this far away from any major camps like Toxo, which could track her. So she felt relatively safe in blowing off a head or two.
"Boom," Sonya stated with a wry smile as she threw the first lit Molotov cocktail into the mix. Taking cover behind a porch of a random house, she could hear the gurgling of the infected, burning all in flames of her little gift. Let them burn, Sonya thought. It was no use mercying something that had taken her whole world and ripped it apart. People or not, there was no cure for the infected, and Sonya wasn't damn well going to wait around for that.

It became quiet after that. Sonya climbed on the shed of a garage, viewing the world opening before her. The dawn was beginning to turn into the morning, giving life to the abandoned buildings in the area. Someone was approaching from the horizon. This caught Sonya's attention, but soon she recognised the familiar style of her acquaintance. Huffing with dry amusement, she hummed: "Took you long enough."

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Aaron woke up in a start, at first having a deep-seeded feeling of panic as he realized his surroundings were not the usual living quarters he was used to. However, almost immediately after the first wave of fear, he calmed down as he noticed that he had merely fallen asleep during a long night at the infirmary. Unfortunately, he didn't get much time to rest as two other Toxo members barged into the infirmary, carrying a limping man between them. "His leg's acting up again, Doc." Aaron sighed, looking around the infirmary to guide them to the sleeping area. When he first saw the limited space offered to him, he worried that it wouldn't be enough, but it soon proved to be more than adequate. Directly in front of the entrance was the table that acted as Aaron's desk. To the left of the entrance was the small waiting area, occupied by several folding chairs. Of course, behind the desk was a group of cupboards lined up that housed most of his medical supplies. And everything beyond that was his treatment area, which was filled with cots and small nightstands to hold patient's few personal items, if they chose to bring them.

 The two men who had so generously escorted the limping man set him down on one of the cots, before slinking away. Aaron pulled out his clipboard, searching through some of his entries, trying to find how he had solved the man's leg problem before. "Hm. So it says here we gave you a splint for four weeks and afterwards you were fine...until now." The man shrugged. "I thought it was. Maybe it just corrected it for a small amount of time?" Aaron sighed. "Who knows. I'm just a college kid, after all." He looked at the man's leg. "Ok...I'm just gonna do the same thing, but once we take the splint away, you'll need to use the crutches for another two weeks. Hopefully by then your leg will have strengthened and be accustomed to the lack of a splint. You can come back if anything happens again." He quickly grabbed the materials required and set to work.

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 Aaron held the door open for the man as he hobbled out of the infirmary on his crutches. "Good luck!" Aaron called as the man slowly disappeared from his view. Aaron went back inside, his lack of sleep finally catching up with him as he collapsed into one of the waiting room chairs. He almost gave into the temptation, but fought off the urge in favor of going to breakfast. Aaron made his way across the ranch to one of the three kitchens, the delicious aroma of the cooking food drifting towards him. His stomach growled fiercely, and he sped up a little bit. As he entered the house, the noises hit him all at once. The head chefs were bellowing orders, as others served the plates of food. Aaron snuck a peek at the plates of food, grinning as he saw pancakes and eggs. It wasn't often they got pancakes, but when they did...It was quite popular with Aaron.