[System]
Long Term Character
Appearance:

She wears this headband (not the one seen in the pic)

Age: 14
Room: 2
Race: Human
Traditional Magic and Draconic Arts
Magic Specialty: elemental control
Rank of the Basic 4:
1) Water
2) Wind
3) Fire
4) Earth
Magic Affinity: Mental
Unique Traits: Ayaka tends to wear a headband that looks like cat ears.
Likes: Cats, Animals in general, learning new things, reading
Dislikes: obnoxious people tend to annoy her though she tries to hide that fact,
Personality: Most the time, if she isn't busy with something, Ayaka would more than likely be one of the first people to introduce herself to someone new. She likes to stay as organized as possible when it comes to school.
History: Growing up, Ayaka was most the time hanging out with friends or studying in her room unless one of the cats decided it was time to bug her, which happened quite often. She got used to the idea of her cats waiting until she was busy to demand attention since it seemed that's what they do. Her parents were always taking in stray cats either as their own or to later find a home for.
Pet desired: Frost Wolf named Rikami
Dragon Type Desired: Riding Dragon - Element Air (as for a picture, I don't have one yet)
Other: -Follow the rainbow?-
 Education Completed:

Independent Study Courses Completed:-currently enrolled in every independent course available for the semester-

[User]
Mystique seemed overly worried to Ayaka, but it was understandable considering she didn't exactly get what was needed for an Ancient Dragon. Ayaka herself didn't really have anything in the way of taking care of a dragon egg at all at the moment and she needed to ask about that as well. Of course, she saw her friend run out of the room without her cat.... She decided to tie Rikami up next to Ember so they both have someone to play with while she went to ask Lady Violetta her question.

She walked over to the head mistress and asked , "Am I able to go get what I need to take care of the dragon egg?"

[Assistant]
"What you need to do is to go to the folder Pet Shop Plus and order what you want. Then you will have the items in your shopping cart by the time you get to your room. " Lady Violetta spoke as she made another text to the Pet Shop Plus and give her permission.

By the time that Mystique was in her room with her egg, her cart was full of new supplies. She put the unwanted items in the cart and close the door. She then picked up a box labeled Aquarium. She placed it on the floor and opened the box. Instantly the aquarium was magically set itself up before Mystique's surprised eyes. But she quickly got her egg and placed in in the aquarium. The egg squirmed as if it was happy to be in the water. Mystique was relieved.

[User] Before ordering what she wanted, Ayaka read up on riding dragons on her PLT to see what she would need. As soon as she was done ordering everything needed, she looked over at both Ember and Rikami who seemed to be ok. Since they were tied up and seemingly behaving themselves, she figured it'll be ok to leave them long enough to run to her room and back. She thought Mystique will likely be back before her anyway. Ayaka did however take her egg with her as she went back to her room.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth would be quite busy with future classes. There had been many classes, and she had signed up for all of them. However, whatever happened, it was good enough to raise her knowledge to acceptable standards, even if that took up a great amount of time. Furthermore, she intended to train herself for the position of a future leader.

For now, she was engaged in the class in creaturology, and there along with her were Ayaka and Mystique, along with the Lady. Unlike Mystique, she had gathered the correct supplies. Now all that was necessary was to wait for further instructions. She gently pet her faithful, she was assuming, Hesiod. Aside from this, she did not at all treat her hound as one would an ordinary pet.

[User]
Lady Violetta smiled and asked Elizabeth
"How are you doing today, Elizabeth? Do you wish to add Draconic Arts too? It may benefit you in the long run and many courses are the same."

Suddenly Mystique realized that she had forgot Ember but knew that Ayaka was there and would keep an eye on him while she was busy here. Soon shew as done and headed down to the Creatureology Lab. When she got down there she saw Ember and Rikami but not Ayaka.

"Where did Ayaka go?" she asked as she looked around.

[Assistant]
"If it will help me in the long-run, then I'll add it," Elizabeth said.

If she would benefit from it, then Elizabeth had no reason not to participate.

[User] Ayaka got back to her room with her new egg and sure enough, just as Lady Violetta said, there was her cart with the things she had ordered only a few minutes ago. She decided to set the egg down in a safe place in order to quickly get things out of her cart and grabbing what was necessary for the moment before walking back over to her egg. "Well I guess I'll get the rest of your things set up when I have more time." Ayaka picked it up and this time put it in her sling to carry it. "I hope both Rikami and Ember are behaving themselves....," she said as she left her room.

[Assistant]
Lady Violetta smiled then spoke
"It would mean giving up your study hall and taking on a dragon. Are you sure that you want the responsibility, Elizabeth? Be honest with yourself."

Lady Violetta turned to Mystique
"She went upstairs for something, She will be back soon so don't worry."

[User] Ayaka got back to the classroom and saw that Mystique was already back and that Rikami was still behaving himself. She went to untie Rikami and give him a treat for being good while she was gone. "Sorry I had to leave our pets alone for a few minutes," she said to Mystique while in the process of doing this.

[Assistant] "My dragon egg is right here, and I am ready," Elizabeth said. "I do not mind if study hall is taken away."

[User]
"Yes, both of them were very good and played nicely while we were gone. Didn't you Ember?" Mystique smiled as she gave the kitten a gentle hug.

"Terrific! Then I'll have most of my students in all of my classes. Time is up for this class.You may do as you wish but tomorrow starts the first official day of classes. Please read the Bulletin Board for more information!" Lady Violetta spoke.

[Assistant] "That's good." Ayaka said. It was good to know they both played while her and Mystique were gone. Apparently, Creatureology was the only class they were doing today, according to Lady Violetta. Well Ayaka was already excited for tomorrow. "What should we do until tomorrow?"

[User] "I guess we get settled in and maybe start our Independent classes so we will know if we have everything that we need.... Or is there a game room? Let's ask before Lady Violetta leaves!" Mystique suggested!

[Assistant]
She was free now, it seemed, but for the first time it seemed that her thoughts had strayed. Wei, her dear friend, was what Elizabeth thought of. "Wei", Elizabeth thought, "I can bear all things, yet without you they feel heavy." No other things were worth missing. The only thing that made this one worth it was a sense that Elizabeth maybe could be thrust into power, without barriers inhibiting her rise. "Wei," Elizabeth thought, "Watch me as I ascend from student to prince."

There had been moments before this one that she had made conscious decisions, but this moment was greater than those. It was when Elizabeth felt some kind of spark. She was unsure why of all moments, but Elizabeth only assumed it was because, as the Lady said school would start tomorrow, she would also start in earnest.

"Thank you, Lady Violetta," Elizabeth said, her mind half in another place. "Ayaka, you may always explore, should you wish to find something."

In regards to those around her, she held certain opinions. The Lady Violetta was a strong individual, if not seeming particularly inspired or inspiring, but she was the greatest other person in this room. Ayaka was not interesting, and of no concern of Elizabeth, and she had no reason at this time to concern herself with her. Of Mystique, the same could be said.

"I will look around, if I may," Elizabeth said. "We might find each other, should you wish to do the same."

[User]
In all honesty, Ayaka was not sure as to why Elizabeth responded to her question as it was directed at Mystique, but it didn't really bother her all that much. If Elizabeth wanted to join her and Mystique in whatever they decided to do, then she can. The thing is, Elizabeth seemed like she was so sure of herself in everything. Of course, Ayaka knew she can be totally wrong about that.

Yeah sure, exploring sounded fun while at the same time in a place like this could be dangerous. Look what happened in the Village earlier. That could've ended up way worse than it did. What if those creatures or creepers as the headmistress called them weren't friendly? Until she learned more about the place, Ayaka wasn't too sure on exploring. The only reason why she would right now is if her friend wanted to.

"Sure we can ask if there's a game room. Or do you want to just look around as Elizabeth is doing?" she asked Mystique.

[Assistant]
"Perhaps we should look at the maps and see if there is anything worth exploring. We can only go on certain floors." Mystique put her PLTs on the counter and opened it up. It was still a bit strange to open it with her handprints....
She brought up the maps and looked at them.
"There are two interesting places to go exploring . There is a carnival area and a games room. Let's go ask Lady Violetta...... Wait there is an update. Under the Games Rooms area is the word OPEN and under the Carnival is the word CLOSED. So let's take Ember and Rikimi to the bedrooms and check out the games area..." she suggested.

[User]
As Ayaka was distracted by Mystique, Elizabeth disappeared from the classroom. She held her dragon egg in her hand, and Hesiod traveled beside her. First and foremost, she returned to her room. When she arrived there, she laid her egg back to its proper resting place. "Wei," Elizabeth thought. "I must give the dragon a name, but what shall it be? Perhaps it could be named after you, but I feel that would be a grievous error." She shall think of it another time, or perhaps she might think of it now, as she walked.

"Come, Hesiod, my boy," Elizabeth said. The hound was most obedient.

Then she went with her hound to look around the Academy. She might not be back but for dinner, or even simply for sleep.

[Assistant]
Mystique was heading to her room and put Ember on the floor. He ran over to the food bowl and began to eat. She quickly hurried over to her dragon to see if it was alright. Slowly, Mystique put her hand in the water to pet the egg.

~I will take good care of you, little one. I should have read your tag better. Then you would have been in your aquarium last night. I'm sorry.~ she thought to the egg.

*Isssss ok. Shell protect me.*

~I can hear you!~

*Yesss....*

~I can't wait to see you.~

*Ssssson*

~I'll be back later, ok?~

*Yessssss*

Mystique took a towel and dried off her hand then hurried over to Ninkitty's room. She knocked on the door and waited.

[User]
In her room, Ayaka took Rikami off his leash and made sure he had food and water. She gave him a toy and set up a place to set her dragon egg down. "I have to come up with a name for you huh?" Which reminded her that this was supposedly a riding dragon. She made a mental note to reread over riding dragons in her PLT. Thinking Mystique will probably just knock on the door when she's ready, Ayaka decided to start getting her dragon's area set up.

When she heard someone knocking on the door, Ayaka got up to open it figuring it was Mystique. "Hi, you ready?"

[Assistant]
"Yep. I mind spoke to my egg and it said that it is ok. The game room is across the hall. I wonder what kind of games is in there." Mystique spoke.

(Just make up what game you want to play.)

[User] Elizabeth sat alone save for her arcane hound Hesiod, at was the student lounge. All she did was sit at a table, where she took small bites of bread. She pet Hesiod a little, and he made small sounds. He was still but a puppy. Here it was quiet, and she was in the mood for simply sitting there to contemplate.

[Assistant]
"Wonder if I'll get to mind speak to mine," Ayaka said looking over at where she set her own egg. "I'll be back guys," she said to both the egg and Rikami before stepping out of her room and closing the door. Since Mystique said the game room was across the hall, Ayaka started across the hall. She immediately started looking around seeing what was there. It looked like there were alot of games available to play.

"Wow I have no idea what to play!" She just decided to close her eyes and grab a random game. Before even looking at what game it was, she went and put it in. "Well, I have no idea what we're about to play, but I decided to just pick something random since there are so many to choose from." Of course, Ayaka had yet to even look at the title on the case.

(Sorry...got lazy with thinking of a game for them to be playing >.<. Actually, it was more like I wasn't able to XD since there really is a multitude of games out there.)


[System]
Brief scenic overlay: It is a cool late summer evening, a set of moderately tall condominiums stand out against the local suburban looking area. The town isn't over sized or heavily populated, but large enough that it had all your modern day ammenities and conveniences. Grocery stores, a school, a church, a mall, the local walmart. Of course in times like these, being somewhere with an average hustle and bustle of normal city life wasn't exactly ideal. A series of subway systems also ran through below the town, once filled with agitated commuters, now no one dare venture into it's dark depths.

Frederick (Drake) Rezin
Age: 23
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Black
Height: roughly 156 lbs.
Weapons: 2 large knives and a 10mm pistol
Supplies: Several days rations of food. A blanket. What the guy is wearing.
Brief background since outbreak:
Drake has been through the ringer. He wasn't a survivalist, he was a mechanic, a programmer. THe guy hadn't known the first thing about actually firing a gun, though he could dismantle, clean, and put it all back together in the blink of an eye. These first few weeks were tough, as he couldn't find a safe place. Mostly just other asswholes trying to kill him for his stuff. However, he finally made it. A condo, thankfully the place seemed relatively safe and deserted. Well, Drake hoped that the place was deserted.

Elise (Ellie) Kain

Name: Elise (Ellie) Kain
Age: 24
Eye Colour: Cerulean
Hair Colour: Ash Blonde
Height: 5'7
Weapons: Bolt action rifle, handgun, medium length silver dagger
Supplies: Black backpack containing a few Liters of water, some canned goods and candy bars, her fathers army jacket
Brief background since outbreak: Her father was both a hunter and in the Military and had taught her from an early age how to handle fire arms. She had been at a Cabin hunting with him when the outbreak occurred. A stranger had attacked her father, she shot the man but learned how fast the sickness spread, having to kill her father violently after he reanimated and attacked her. She took his hunting rifle and pistol. She learned more on the news and took the car to head to the city to look for her sister. The violence in the city was much worse, and after multiple encounters she had finally made it to her sisters condo. Unfortunately no one was there, she stayed holed up there for a few days..thinking what her next move should be.

[User]
Elise stood on the balcony of the condominium. The cool breeze tousled her long blonde hair as cerulean eyes scanned the complex below. It was dark and quiet. Moonlight ebbing from the sky above softly illuminating the courtyard. She was rather tall and slender, her frame thin and wiry. The fact that she had sparsely eaten anything in some time may have attributed to that. She wore loose fitted black sweat pants and thick black steel toed combat boots that concealed a well used dagger. A thin sullied white tank top hung off her left shoulder, the lower portion rippling in the wind. She took a final long haul off the crumpled cigarette dangling between her lips before pinching the filter between her fingers and glancing around. It was times like these that reminded her of the simpler days, she pitched it off the balcony and sighed.

The sound of shoes scraping on cement drew her attention to a man - well not quite a man anymore; shambling below. The irony of his hand clutching a leash, the bottom of the lead bloodied and dragging across the ground as he shuffled along. Her fingers idly grazed against the pistol at her side, absentmindedly, as she watched in silence. A questionable smile played at the corner of her lips, even though the deepening sense of fear and constant tensing pressure of her situation played endlessly on her mind. 'Where was there even left to go?' The smile faded and she pushed herself back from the balcony. Reaching into her pocket she felt for the small cardboard box. Tugging it out she sighed exasperatedly as she shook it and realized it was empty. No cigarettes, barely any ammo, no place to go. She slumped back against the cement wall and stared out into an abysmal sea of stars.

[Assistant]
Drake walked up to the building, slowly. A man, twisted and dead, shuffled about 30 feet away. It was the only one around right now, which was good sign for Drake. THe 23 year old man studied the condominium that stood in front of him. His tall, 6'4", frame stood out in the light breeze. His coat, long and lined with gray fur around the collar, swayed behind him. On his hands were fingerless mechanics gloves. A pair of welding goggles hung from the man's neck as he stepped forward in black, slightly loose, jeans. On his feet were black combat boots. On his hip was a 10mm glock and two knives were strapped to his side, underneath the coat.

SNAP!!!

Turning around, Drake saw a shambling figure entered under the light of a flickering street lamp. However, it wasn't just one, it was a lot of the fuckers. The sounds of screams could be heard as a roiling mass of the dead shits came into view. Then someone escaped from their clutches. Running, the boy had already lost his arm. He wasn't going to make it. Tripping, the boy's face smashed into the ground. His fate was sealed. As his now bloodied face looked up, a silent plea for help, several of the undead fell upon his living corpse. That silent plea turned into a blood-curdling shriek.

Turning away, Drake saw, just in time, as the leash-holding zombie came at him. His reflexes fast, having been honed in the past several weeks, Drake pulled one of the knives from his side. Stepping around the charging corpse, Drake shoved the blade's tip into its eye. Ripping the knife from the now still head, Drake grimaced as a squelching sound came forth. Swallowing some bile, Drake stepped over the body. Opening the front door to the condominium, Drake latched it shut behind him. Which, looking at his situation, was a good choice.

The horde, of about 30 - 40 corpses, had finished with their impromptu feast. Upon hearing the squeek of the door, the nearest one came lumbering forth. THe rest, like the body of a great, putrid beast followed. Backing up, Drake tried to open the second door, but it was locked.

"Fuck..."

He had thought it was a good idea to come in here, but he might have been wrong. Jangling the handle again, the door refused to give way. As the first body began to beat at the door, fear gripped Drake's chest. Beating at his own door, Drake hoped that someone was there. Oh god, how he hoped that someone was there.

[User]
Her thoughts had drifted away from her, recalling before the infection. Flashes of her fathers grizzly beard as they stomped through the foliage on one of their routine hunting trips. The memory brought a gentle smile to her lips, recalling the crisp autumn air, the sound of..

Snap

Her eyes bolted open at full alert. The sound was too real to have been reminisced. It took a moment for her to register what the sound truly was, that was when she heard a scream and the wails of the dead. Her stomach knotted as she dashed to the concrete slab at the edge of the balcony and peered below just in time to set her sights on the scene below. A hoard was clustered around a squirming dark mass on the ground. She instinctively turned to look away as the sounds of the screams turned into gargled moans. It was terrifying just how quickly the dead could appear en-mass. As her sights shifted away from the violent affair she saw a second figure, tall and shrouded in darkness. She squinted to try and make out what was unfolding. It was then that she saw the glint of a blade reflecting the moonlight, could it be? Someone was alive? The figure side stepped and disappeared under the archway below her.The hoard had given up on their fallen victim and started lumbering towards the buildings entrance; their snarls echoing across the dark void below.

Panicked and exhilarated she stood frozen, listening to the slam of angry bloodied fists against glass. Her body was tense, yet shaking all over. She ran back inside and to the apartment door. She slowly reached out for the knob and hesitated. She knew it was best to not get involved. She had seen this happen before, but always at a distance. Her throat was dry, her body numb. She flicked the lock and swung open the door, being careful to cautiously and quietly close it behind her. She hadn't checked out every room on this floor. She had been too tired and lucked out finding one without inhabitants, living or dead. She made her way to the end of the hall, the way she had originally come up, through the service stairwell. As she creaked open the door and edged her way in, the dim emergency lights flickering overhead cast eerie shadows throughout the stairwell.

She made her way down and once on the ground level could already hear the angry pounding and shrieks coming from the lobby. She braced her hands against the stairwell door and swallowed heavily, moistening her lips with her tongue. 'You can do this…' she hissed under her breath, as she reached and unclasped the revolver from her holster. She slowly pushed aside the door and slid out into the main level. The lobby was around the corner. The aggressive banging and wailing came into full effect now and her entire body shuddered. As she slowly edged her way out towards the lobby she stole a glance around the corner. Indeed, there was a man, beating on the inner glass doors. It was difficult to make out any features and again she hesitated. Was he infected? Was he violent?

She stepped out into the darkness of the lobby, now standing in the center, staring at the figure between the doors who now had his back to her. Unsure of how to approach the situation, she took a few paces forward as her thoughts raced and the endless warning from what seemed like ages ago played on repeat drumming in her mind. Slowly, softly, in the moonlit lobby she called out to the figure "H-hello?" As the figure spun back to look at her, she could see him frantically calling out but was unable to discern what he was saying. Shook from her fears she bolted to the door and released the latch and the doors flew inward as did the man tumbling to the floor. She was so shaken she simply stood there for a moment before the wails of the dead outside spooked her enough to thrust the doors back closed and re-engage the latch. Turning back to look towards him she took several steps away from his figure and held up her gun, leveled appropriately with his head, a stern expression set across her features.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?"


[System]
Species: Jyraimon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby: 1
Appearance: There don't appear to be any variations in his appearance, other than the Digital Hazard Mark on his back, of course.
Height: .3M
Personality/Backstory: An odd digimon that seems to wander around a certain area, lost and confused. Jason, as he likes to call himself, seems to constantly be looking for something. What that may be is anyone's guess. Jason also occasionally mumbles about strange things, and digimon observing him from a distance have since decided to keep that distance due to the digital hazard marking on his back. Thus far, he has yet to see another living thing other than the various plants in this world, and Jason just seems all the more confused because of it.

Family: Dragon's Roar
Attribute: Virus
EXP: 0/0
Techniques:
-Name: Fire Bubbles Type: Baby Technique Element: Fire Effect: Damages the opponent with fire that looks a bit like bubbles.
Features:

Ember Mirage - Digimon with this Feature may use their Power Based Fire Techniques to distort the air around them and transport to a location within their Movement range as a stream of embers in a short amount of time, and can do so three times daily. While not true Teleportation, Ember Mirage allows all Movement in battle to be taken as a Mini action when used. Use of Ember Mirage cancels Freeze, but all other status ailments remain and take their effect. This Feature can not travel through water, and distance traveled over water is reduced by 50%. However, this Feature may travel between gouts of flame or active Magma Vents for additional movement. Digimon using this Feature must make a roll of 2d6 plus Dexterity Modifier for successful transport. (Free- Requires Fire Technique or Flame like Body features.)

Deathly Power - Digimon with Deathly Power gains an extra 5 points of Power at creation, and for each level gained, but incur a 50% increase in Energy Costs to Techniques that utilize Power.(Free.)

Stats:
---Hit-Points: 3/3 (Current/Max)
---Energy: 4/4 (Current/Max)
----------Power: 5
----------Endurance: 4
----------Force: 5
----------Fortitude: 4
----------Dexterity: 4
----------Agility: 4
----------Vitality: 4
----------Wisdom: 4
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: 0/17 (Used/Total) [The GM has approved of this]
----Weight: 5g
Equipment: None at the moment.

Name: Alan Smithee
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Alan, due to the coldness of Colorado, usually wears a thick, white jacket, and a pair of denim jeans. He's fairly skinny, and has short brown hair, which, for some reason always makes it look like he has bed head, and brown eyes, and pale skin. His nose is somewhat large, his eyebrows are very thick, and the same color as his hair, obviously, and his head, as a whole, is somewhat more spherical than average.

Bio: Alan was always the quiet one, never really wanting to talk to anyone, for whatever reason. If someone at school said 'hi' to him, he'd just wave, rather than actually talk. The first six years in school went relatively well, with students generally ignoring him, or thinking that he's 'creepy', and just leaving it at that. The reason they all thought he was weird was because he always seemed to be writing something down in his notebook. Everyone during those years assumed it was something pertaining to them, that he was stalking them, or something, but on his seventh year of school, the school bully finally decided to pay him attention, and the first thing that bully did? Steal his notebook and show it to absolutely everyone. The notebook itself was full of drawings of dragons, something Alan really liked to do, whether he was actually good at it or not. The other students, no longer seeing him as creepy, no longer ignored him, and always tried to be his friend. By now, Alan thought of himself as a loner, so all this attention just made him try to avoid the other students for a while. The school counselor eventually got him to stop that by the 8th grade, but he still didn't talk to the other students much, if ever.

By the time high school came around, he had his own small group of friends, though, much like him, they also didn't like talking to others very much. Interestingly, the more popular kids seemed to come up with a new label for his group every week, and each one was worse than the last. Of course, the others in his group were outraged, but Alan didn't really care, or even notice what they were calling him, as long as they let him work in peace, he was fine. He took whatever art classes he could, and typically excelled at them. However, whenever the teacher wanted Alan to actually sell his art, as in, a silent auction the school put together in order to get more funds, he'd get mad, and just take it back home with him. Even to this day, he thinks his art is the worst, thanks to that bully and how those kids reacted back in 7th grade... even if everyone else has been telling him otherwise. Oddly enough, he's actually incredibly upbeat, just not the most social person you could come across, which caused other students to originally label him and his group of friends as 'emo'. That label obviously didn't stick when the group was seen outside during a sunny day, and talking about normal things rather than death or suicide.

His senior year in high school started off with him finding something very odd. Some strange, red and black device, which he quickly used to doodle a dragon or two on, just due to a habit of his. He then showed the device to as many students and teachers as he could, which wasn't easy, given that most of his speech consisted of 'Um...' and 'Uh...', that is, assuming he worked up the courage to actually talk to any of them. Nonetheless, nobody has been able to identify the device, or whatever use it might have, the art teacher even assumed it was another thing Alan made in ceramics and tried to get him to sell the thing, Alan, obviously, refused. Alan then hid the thing, and figured that he'd look it up online, once classes were done, and what ended up happening right then and there, at his home computer, while he was holding onto the odd device, might just end up changing his life.
-Stats: (List in *(Stars))
Morale: **
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: *****
Knowledge: *****
Psychology: *****
(I'll keep track of the Morality points)
Inventory: 1 mostly empty backpack (it has a textbook and a notebook that has his drawings in it), the clothes on his back.
BITS: 0

[User]
There was a buzzing sound in her ears when she awoke. Nothing felt quite right. As her eyes opened things looked... wrong. Colors seemed painted to things, as opposed to natural, and tiny dark spots seemed to cover things in the distance. She felt dizzy, raising her hand to see if she was in one piece.

The first thing Nadica could think of was that she had fallen from the fence. It definitely felt like she had fallen, but she couldn't see it nearby. Actually, nothing seemed familiar.
"Am I dreaming..." she murmured to herself.

As soon as her words left her mouth, a series of green bubbles seemed to float from nowhere.

"Well, that answers that," marked she through clenched teeth as she stood.
Deciding no harm could come of it, she began to follow the source of the green bubbles. Despite being within close proximity, she did not seem to notice the other figures in the small clearing.

[Assistant] The kid that I jumped towards ran off just as I kind of expected him to. "Hey, wait up!" I shout, though my voice sounded a bit weird for whatever reason. Seems like whoever that was, he was shy. The kid also dropped a notebook, with one very detailed sketch of a dragon, some mountain, and some trees Hm... I wonder what's up with this. I think as I try and fail to pick it up, later remembering that I lack the limbs to do so. I then try to pick it up with my mouth, hoping that I don't end up destroying his art that way. I tried to keep up with the kid, but, given that I was some sort of slug thing, it wasn't all too easy. He did need to take a break pretty soon after running, thankfully, and I give him the notebook, to which, he responded by saying "H-how'd you get a hold of that!? Please tell me you didn't see any of my work," I answer, somewhat quickly with "Yeah, I saw it. It was good drawing, too, so, you really shouldn't be ashamed of it," this surprised the kid, and he stayed there for a while, doing what seemed like nothing, until a few minutes later when he finally asked "So... what's your name? What are you?" I then think for a moment, and respond with "The name's Jason, as for what I am, you know as well as I do. Anyways, it's nice to finally see someone else here, but, how come you got to be human, and I have to be this slug thing?" the kid shakes his head, and shrugs, saying "I dunno," he then adds "Um... my name's Alan. Hm... maybe it has something to do with how I got here? I mean, I got here through a computer, how about you?" I then think back to some other time, and simply state "Yeah, that's absolutely NOT how I got here..." I then add "So, why'd you run?" Alan doesn't answer, and just starts walking towards where the others were, leaving me without an answer. I follow, with him being the only person I knew here... but, hey, at least I know someone now, right?

[User]
(Alright its time to hire a reverend, say my vows and commit!)
Remus was nervous but oddly intrigued by the strange creature that not only defied its form but also spoke to him. He noticed the other children had creatures with them as well. "This has got to be the most vivid moment of unconsciousness I have ever had! I hope that mook didn't drug me or something." He began walking towards the others not really paying attention to what he just said or even the being that had moved along his shoulder and stretched itself across his neck and rested surprisingly snugly, like a scarf, if a scarf could talk, was yellow with blue eyes and in the form of a blob. He thought mostly on what his scarf had said earlier "You don't look like the others, which means you and I could do great things together." He wondered what it meant by "The others" and why just because he did not look like these aforementioned "Others" that he and the scarf could do great things together. While he was lost in his thoughts Remus had wandered near the other two humans and their creatures and said out loud without knowing "Perhaps we could stick together? I don't see why we should not? Maybe I can learn more about this place while we are here."

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The girl's gaze drifted along the chain of bubbles until it met what seemed to be a pile of green soap and suds on the ground. Curious, she leaned closer, only for a pair of black eyes and a yellow nub to meet her face. A startled, high pitched squeal- which was not very loud- heralded a stream of bubbles from the passifier like object, causing Nadica to swat them away from her eyes.
 The squishy creature was about to flee, leaving an effervescent trail behind, when it was startled by a snapping branch. With surprising force, it leapt back, landing against the girl's chest. Instinctively, she clutched it, falling from the force, landing on something hard in her pocket she didn't realize she had. Before she could investigate, she heard a sound beyond the underbrush.

"Oh, well isn't this interesting," an impish voice cackled, as what appeared to be a black mask with red and blue eyes stuck itself into the clearing, a pale, fanged grin planted in the middle of its face, "And what are you doing here?" cackled the voice.

[User] I started talking Alan's ear off as I followed him back to the clearing where we met everyone else, and, while I thought he'd be annoyed by my incessant chatter, he was somehow intrigued... at least, as far as I could tell. The kid didn't say a single word to me, and once we got back, there seemed to be one more creature than there was child. This one was even stranger than the other two... of course, I didn't really have room to talk, given my own appearance, however, at the risk of sounding rude, I ask the strange, fanged thing "Who... or what are you, exactly?" The other two kids had their own creatures, similar to myself, they were slime, or slug-like in appearance and physical properties, however, the other two kids at least spoke. Alan was stricken even more mute by the two unknown kids, let alone the other strange creature. Oddly, one of the kids was wearing his creature as if it were a scarf, while the other one, more specifically, the girl, was holding the thing close to her chest as if the creature was a precious baby, rather than some odd thing that had some sort of attachment to her. So, I guess I should be a little happier about this, I mean, I finally found other forms of life in this strange place, and I honestly hope that this fourth creature isn't hostile. I then remember that I haven't actually introduced myself to any of the others, but, given the situation, I supposed that could wait until a little later, at least.


[System]
Age: 26

Gender: Female

Height and Weight: 170lbs, 5'11"

Speciality: Banner Bearer and Pyrotechnic Officer.

Appearance:
Angelika (Sometimes shortened to Angel) is a tall figure and quite muscled, as most Cadians are. She has dirty blonde hair pulled back into a messy and loose bob. She is of Caucasian origins, and a face that an old-Terran would call 'Mediterranean,' with a defined nose and oval face. Her one remaining eye is bright violet, a side affect of living so close to the Eye of Chaos that many Cadians suffer from, her other eye having been replaced by a bionic one at the age of 25.

Uniform:
Almost never seen without her mark XI rebreather either on her face or hanging on her neck and with an armour partly Carapace and partly Flak, Angel is quite a unique sight to see on the battlefield. Her armour is perpetually scorched from flamer runoff and and has an incredibly large amount of pockets sewn into it, holding everything from military-grade thermite capable of denting even terminator armour to standard krak and frag grenades. Her trousers and boots are also much bulkier than normal, with padding and a flame-retardant substance having been added to prevent drips setting fire to her. This flame-retardant substance extends to her hands, where she has a pair of thick gloves to wipe off the residual promethium during combat. When using her heavy flamer she uses a special case to hold the regimental banner, but otherwise holds it as normal.

Armament:
When in a pyrotechnics role, a promethium heavy flamer, with a boltpistol as backup, which she also uses in official settings. The boltpistol was scavenged from a commissar killed in 'enemy actions.'

Personality/Demeanour:
Dealing with explosives and highly volatile chemicals is an occupation that requires concentration, deliberation, and steady hands, all of which Angel has in earnest. Cadian military upbringing and close to nine years of combat experience have taught her plenty about combat, and she hasn't survived for nothing.

Despite her business attitude to explosives and survival, using a Heavy Flamer takes more than just a clinical attitude, something which she flaunts with glee. A whirlwind of activity and efficiency, her bionic eye spotting targets and giving her vital information, she's a brutal soldier and friendly comrade, no matter the situation.

Greatest Ambition: Not really sure. She's a drifter.

Greatest Hatred: Chaos of any kind, especially Slaneesh. Voyastrans.

Skills:
Like all Cadians, she's a capable soldier with her lasgun, capable of dissasembling, cleaning, reloading and re-buildng her lasgun within two and a half minutes. She is also capable with her boltpistol, and can strip and clean the more complicated mechanism in under five minutes.

Having used her flamers for years, she's very capable with her heavy flamer, and has set the record for disassembling and cleaning out a heavy flamer. Her custom gear also allows her to keep her flamer running for much longer, and she is an expert in the finicky process of reloading.

Her demolitions skills as well have been earned through combat. She is capable of creating explosives with the right materials, and is very capable with fuses and controlled demolitions.
History:
Cadia. The bastion of the Imperium, the fortress against chaos, and a never-ending battleground of guardsmen and women flinging themselves against the forces of chaos in order to hold back daemons and heretics alike. A planet where the recruitment rate and the birth rate are virtually identical, and the children can use a lasgun before they can read.

It is also where the toughest and most respected soldiers in the Imperium short of the Adeptus Astartes themselves are born and bred, including Angel.

A member of the Cadian 132nd division, she left her homeworld at the age of eighteen along with almost fifteen thousand other soldiers who had been assembled at Cadia to counter a chaos uprising on a planet. Upon arriving at the planet, it was found to be a full-scale incursion by Slaneesh, who had corrupted the local Voyastran Firstborns stationed on the planet, and used latent Psykers to open up a number of portals. Despite huge loss of life, the portals were eventually closed almost six years later.

Whilst many were mindwiped by the Inquisition, the Cadian divisions (who are aware of chaos unlike many Imperial citizens,) were deemed safe to continue with the knowledge, with most of the Cadian forces receiving promotions and being distributed to other planets. For Angel, this meant being sent to Vernum with the remaining Cadian 132nd, their training in urban combat being deemed very useful for the ongoing battle.

It was during this battle for Vernum City that she lost her eye, an Ork ambush catching her company off guard. As she was taking off her helmet, a bullet punched through it, the drop in velocity just enough to prevent it from smashing through her skull and killing her outright. Despite this injury, she fought on, killing numerous Orks with her heavy flamer, and eventually leading to her promotion to Standard Bearer.

Miscellaneous:
- Unlike the standard khaki, the Cadian 132nd wear black and grey uniforms for urban camouflage, and are regarded as specialist urban combat troops. Unfortunately, the company has been gutted, and only five or six of the original troopers remain.
- As she left Cadia at the age of 18, she has a child back home, albeit one she has barely seen and will most likely never meet again.

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"Hear me horned half-breeds, do any of you stand to fight against me, a man of numbers and words? Or are you truly such fearful cattle as I wish you are. If not, I will see the best of you approach me in five minutes!"

For a moment, Khaz blinked in confusion as he lowered the leg of cooked... pink thing with teeth that he had been eating as he turned his head in the direction of the shout. He was not the only one either; Just about every member of the Warband had stopped what they were in order to look towards the sound of the strange sounding challenge before turning to look at each other in confusion. "What are 'cattle?'" One of the few remaining healers asked, looking at her peers for answers that none of them knew.

With a small shrug to signify that he had no idea Khaz got up and started to walk towards where the challenge was made, a couple of the warband following suit more out of curiosity then anything else. As he came into view with his green blood stained armor, the metal jaw on a shoulder as a shoulder guard and a large sword strapped to his side, Khaz tore off the last of the surprisingly tasty alien meat off the bone and threw it to the side to be either be cleaned up or forgotten about later on. Chewing his food as he looked at the human who he was guessing issued the challenge in the first place (And looking like a thoughtful goat while doing so), Khaz waited until he swallowed before he said anything.

Talking with humans was doable, if somewhat harder then normal; They were hard to understand with their weird accents and everything. "So... 'Orks' not enough for you." Khaz stated lazily... through there seemed to be a small look of respect in his gaze as he did so. "Emperor likes those willing to fight. Speaks highly of you. Not time for fighting through; Time for feasting, celebrating personal valor and praising the glorious dead that have taken their place in the Emperors grand war-tent. "

After all, they were all the servants of the Emperor. No point letting bad blood get started when there were still plenty of true enemies that need killing.

[Assistant]
With a scream more primal than what most Tyranids could come up with he ripped his helmet and gasmask off his face and threw the heavy thing at Khaz, insulted at the refusal of the challenge. Huffing he would come closer to the light, his arms spread out rising up and down along with his chest as he breathed. Now if one payed any attention they would notice blood both dry and wet all across his head, scars, stitched both by doctors, and some metal makeshifts John made himself. There were even some marks on his face where his helmet was too tight and left massive red lines. He would beat his chest making a donk donk noise as the armoured fist hit plate. Finally he would lift up his heavy stubber, and let the barrels of it start spinning, a mad laugh coming from him. "It's just a fight; all friendly like, no hard feelings. It's for the entertainment and better rest of those around us, would you not agree it is a great service?"

When the weapon began to spin at fully speed he chuckled a little more quietly this time and continued. "Someone is getting hurt, just how much matters upon you. I want some fun, do you not either half-man?" He let his plasteel teeth gleam for whatever viewers were around, the tough guy act was not hard at all when you had the build. "Scared?" he asked.

While he would stand still, his eyes would dart around occasionally, scanning the area for some idiot trying to do something as stupid as "diffuse the situation." He blew at his eye which had some sweat and blood pour into it, burning painfully. But he learned to take the pain, all was now a good pain.

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"Looks good. Get your regiment if you want, this thing is fucking huge, and apparently the boys have got some extra food in the back as well. WE ARE GONNA HAVE A FUCKING PARTY!" The Cadian who appeared to be the leader shouted as the regiment started playing music through their vox-casters. "I like the way they think!" Marcus thought out loud as he went to retrieve his squadmates.

Running back to the bonfire, he called out to his fellow troops. "Hey boys! Get off your drunk asses and come with me!" He shouted at them. "What's going on? Did you find that Ork tooth set you dropped on the way to the capital?" Bertolt asked. "Hah! I wish! But nah, what I found is a a hell of a party with everything washed up Guardsmen like us could ask for, now come on before they finish eating the Squig." Marcus replied as he gestures for them to follow.

"Squig?" Hardin asked in mild confusion. "Move your ass!" Marcus shouted as he jogged. Eventually, the four Flashflooders reached the location of the party. The female Cadian who had addressed him earlier passed him a piece of the Squig and told him to give her the ration cards later. "That's awfully generous. Thanks!" Marcus shouted back as he took a bite out of the alien creature.

"This... isn't half bad." Marcus said as he struggled a bit to cut a piece with his combat knife and passed it to Bertolt who was nearest to him. "Heh, and they expected us to kill Orks with these blades." Marcus added, noting the difficulty he had with cutting through the smallest variant of Ork. A thumping beat was now echoing around the camp as the vox-casters played music. Hardin had brought the alcohol and meat they had requisitioned earlier, and the group of four continued their revelry in the presence of all the other surviving regiments. Some other Guardsmen had joined their small group as well, sharing food and drunken tales. A Guardsman from the Catachan Jungle Fighters was arguing with Bertolt about the viability of using Chimeras in tight spaces ("If you can't find a use for a Chimera in close quarters, you're not driving them right!"), while Dace was flirting with one of the ladies from the Elysian Drop Troopers.

In the midst of this, an abhuman Felinid suddenly came into the scene, kicking what appeared to be an Ork head filled with metal fragments and shouting obscenities at it. After they kicked it a bit too hard, it rolled near the first where what remained of the Squig was roasting , and they invited others to join their stress release.

"Hhey! Anybody up for some kharmic payback? I ghots one ork skull made into a ball - and eight tickets worth of booze! Anybody up for kicking some ork skull-bhall?" She asked in between fits of laughter. Marcus looked up towards the Felinid and stood up. "Now yer talkin' my language!" he shouted at them as he walked towards them, now quite a bit beyond tipsy and walked in an odd, wobbly manner as he took the head from them. He started kicking it in no particular direction as he dedicated each kick to members of his regiment.

"This is for Cyrus!"
"That's for Ash!"
"AND THIS IS FOR THAT ONE BLONDE GIT WHOSE NAME STARTED WITH 'S'!"

Without meaning to, he had rolled the Ork head towards the female Cadian he had spoken to earlier, and the scarred lady with bionic implants who were chatting some distance away from the party. "Whoops. Sorry ladies! Looks like this Ork got a little too deep into your flanks. Hahaha!" Marcus said as he laughed hysterically. "Would you care to join us in punishing this trespasser, courtesy of our furry ally over here?" He added as he bounced the morbid ball in his hands and glanced back at the Felinid.

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[Assistant]
"Uhh, Boss, if anyone asks, the three Savlar Chemdogs with conspicuous autopistol rounds in their heads wasn't me or the boys, yeah?" Rena pulled the mouthpiece of her personal comms device closer to her mouth and hurriedly looked around at the other two troopers, all with nervous expressions on their faces. A crackle emitted from the unit, and they crowded closer, until they heard the voice of their officer come through. "I thought you guys would be too busy fucking to kill penal colony members? Anyway, nobody cares about those junkie fucks, so just get out of the area. Let the commissar find them in the morning, whatever, just get out of the area so nobody sees you, alright Rena?"

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Angel sighed and put the comms unit down, before turning to back to the girl standing next to her. "Sorry, my squad gets into trouble sometimes. I don't mind bailing them out, it's just... I feel like I'm wrangling my kid again, except instead of being a year old, they're in their twenties and with las weaponry." She took another drag from the lho-stick, and was about to continue talking when she heard someone shouting.
"That's for Ash!"
"AND THIS IS FOR THAT ONE BLONDE GIT WHO'S NAME STARTED WITH 'S'!" She turned to the noise and saw the soldier who had been offering her the alcohol rations kicking... Was that an Ork head around? It was a green ball with bits of metal attached to it, and it certainly looked like it came from one of the brutes. The ball rolled towards the two, and the soldier let out a laugh, letting out three terrible jokes in quick succession, before indicating to a 'furry ally.'

Immediately, she tensed up, and switched her eye to see in infrared. She saw another figure behind the man, and her hand instinctively went to her holster, her hand resting lightly upon the grip of her bolt pistol. She carefully watched the figure, and breathed out, seeing the pointed ears of a felinid. Her hand remained near the grip of the bolt pistol, but she moved forward, retorting to the man with "Those are quite possibly the worst pickup lines I've ever heard, and I've heard quite a few!" She flexed her arm to prove her point, before taking a short run up and kicking the ball as hard as possible towards the trooper.
"THAT'S FOR ALEKSANDER!"


[System]
Age: 20

Birthday: January 23rd

Magic: Movement magic, granting her the ability to manipulate the properties of kinetic motion as related to herself and objects around her. She has a knack for instantly accelerating objects to high speeds, though still has trouble focusing on more than a few objects at once. She's learned how to use this ability to compress air to nearly solid levels, and is able to use this both offensively and defensively. More useful in her case, however, is her ability to 'feel' the motion of nearby objects.

Magic Level: B

History: Kaia's upbringing was nothing exceptional, she wasn't inheriting some old mystical power passed down from generation to generation, in fact she displayed nearly no affinity towards supernatural abilities early on in her life. Tales of the exploits of gifted wizards fascinated her to no end, the heroes and villains becoming something larger than life for her, but just as any would at a young age. It was secondary to her desire to (metaphorically) see the world, discover what was out there beyond her small home town. Fortunately for her, this curiosity lined up with the job-hopping nature of one Angel Ferrara, a cute longtime friend and one heckofa chef. She spends her time now moving from town to town to city, trying to learn to cook, and taking in the world for what it is.
Of course, there's the small matter of her, almost surprisingly, possessing magic abilities. Though unlike those developing from focused training and specific instruction, hers stemmed from necessity. Just as her senses developed to compensate for her lack of sight, her body tapped into connection between her spirit and the flow of nature around that had lain dormant.

Personality: Overall relaxed, one to take life in stride rather than waste some time making a big deal about it. Easy enough to talk to, even if she's not exactly a conversation starter. Her mood shifts with the same liquid grace of her stride, and is rarely taken to extremes or emotional outbursts.

Guild and guild mark location: Nadda

Team Members: Angel Ferrara

Three Strengths: She possesses a sharp, intelligent mind, paired with her ability to think on her feet allows her to improvise on the fly. Fairly level-headed and slow to anger, most of the time. While not extremely powerful as a mage, her reserves of energy are greater than normal.

Three Weaknesses: She's blind, plain and simple. Of course, twenty years of walking into stuff has given her plenty of time to develop ways to make up for it, she is nonetheless at a distinct disadvantage compared to others. Even though she'll never admit it, she is very much self-conscious of this fact, which has developed into a fiercely independent streak, to the point of fault. As a result of this, or perhaps in spite of, she places a tad much attention on her outward appearance. She's no Olympic athlete, and relies on her magic heavily.

Greatest Love: Angel Ferrara Music

Motivation: Prove to herself that she is capable.

Appearance: Slightly shorter than average, Kaia is overall lithe in appearance. Her form is noticeably more feminine than androgynous, and moves with a careful deftness born from her disability. She is somewhat athletic, though more in the sense of the lean musculature of a runner than overly burly. Stark white hair contrasts sharply against her dark, freckled complexion. Generally worn short and straight, it cuts off just below her chin, with a single thick streak of bright crimson lining the left side. Her expressive, angled eyes are the color of slate, though they are normally either closed or half-lidded. She's recently taken a liking (as much as she can) towards darker, inky-black makeup. Tends towards bright clothing, light shades of blue or red if not flat out white, accompanied by an ever present crimson scarf loosely wrapped around her neck and draped across her shoulders. Less noticeable is the single thin, pale silver scar that runs along her jawline, stopping just short of her chin.

Additional Details: Theme

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Robin continued to watch the others in the small dome when suddenly one of the who had the grimmoire seemed to have snapped inside releasing a large flame pillar. The heat was pretty intense even from where he was standing and caused him to sweat a bit and with the release a blast of energy pushed a few inches back but he still kept his ground almost as if he was being pushed back by some strong man in a sumo style fight who gave up halfway through out of boredom. Following that a large bone hand came from beneath the boy and began to pull him under while the dark mage used the commotion to make good his escape. Once the dark mage was gone the domes Robin was trapped in simply crumbled away into bone dust and Robin knelt down, his blades forming a small dome just over him to keep any from getting on him, or worse, in his lungs.

After about a minute had passed Robin took and deep breath as the blades had separated and Robin had stood back up stretching out then looking around for his robe in the now dimly lit shadow dome. "Ah there you are my old friend." He thought to himself as he smiled happily as he spotted his robe and walked to it picking it up and waving the bone dust and dirt off of it before putting it back on. Once his robe was back on all the blades had floated back into their rightful sheaths inside the robe.

 Robin took a quick look around to see how many other mages there were and if any were injured. He spotted the boy who handed over the grimmoire and tossed another sweet roll in his direction before turning away and beginning to run off. "Quite the odd series of events..maybe I should've just stayed in bed today." He thought to himself once again as he got out of the area where the domes were still holding his breath and once far enough away he let out a long deep breath before panting a bit. "I truly...hate...needing to..hold...my breath..like..that.." He then sat down against a building and began to catch his breath as he was light headed now from holding his breath a good two or three minutes, he wasn't exactly sure how long he had to hold it for.

Haven @Lunarlors34 @Crimson Raven @Prince of Seraphs @Zarkun @t2wave @Expolar @Raijinslayer

[Assistant]
James Hunt|Remains of Bone Domes
@Crimson Raven@Prince of Seraphs@Natsume Honnaji@t2wave@Silvan Haven@Expolar@Raijinslayer

James had been pulling back to deliver another holy magic fueled blow to the dome when it suddenly disappeared and he got the brief glimpse of a pillar of fire flying at him. "Holy Shield!" He barely managed to get the spell off in time, but he still got a little singed by the flames, sending him flying up higher before he began his decent back towards the ground. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Holy Landfall!" Admittedly, he could have used a multilayer Holy Shield to lessen the damage, but he wasn't too keen on the receiving end of the impact without using a spell, so when he impacted, there was less of a shockwave and more of an explosion straight up that had James kneeling for several seconds before he attempted to stand and stumble over to Cody. "Ow, ow, ow, ow...Cody, you alright?" He hadn't yet registered the other mages in the area, his focus being on keeping the pain from winning and making sure his guild mate was alright. Once that was done, he'd probably spend a few moments healing the damage he'd taken.

Damian Gerard|Ramen Restaurant

Damian nods, thanking the man for his noodle bowl, and leans back before taking a bite. "I imagine he has, Hyun isn't one to dilly dally around what needs to be done. Still, he will need watching for sure. Besides checking on Marlene, do you have any other plans?"

Jane Addison|City of Crocus

Jane, unable to find anyone who could lead her to the person she had spent the majority of the day looking for, wandered around the city in annoyance, eventually ending up back at the stadium. You would think that SOMEONE would have noticed the guild master of Phoenix Wing walking around at some point, but instead no one had seem her at all. In one particularly crowded seating area of the stadium, someone shoved her out of their way rather unceremoniously and into another bystander, resulting in her and him landing in a jumbled mess. "Oi jerk-off! No need to be so damn pushy!" She set herself to trying to estricate herself from the other person. "Sorry about that, didn't realize so many jerks were here."

Jack Goran|Dragon Fang Hotel
@Joshua Tamashii@Amaya Yashia@Jangel13

Jack steps forward, sliding into what could more or less be considered a combat stance. "Well, you are most certainly welcome to try, but I will not let you near my guild mate. And I'll be seeing to it that Angelo is free before you leave."

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The heartbreaking scenario of a lone, wilderness-raised Angel lost and confused in the big city forever doomed to make amazing breakfasts and stutter around pretty girls flashed through her head. Which, of course, caused a dull ache of sympathy and concern to win over the little voice in her head that wanted to go pass out in bed again. He was probably fine. It wouldn't be hard for her to find him.

"Mkay, thanks," Kaia hummed, slipping around Not-Really-A-Morning-Guy to continue on her original path towards the lobby.


[System]
Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Sex: Female. Approximately 5' 11" tall, with blonde hair, steel grey eyes, and an athletic figure as per her military pedigree. Objectively quite stunning in her attractiveness.

Skills: ace pilot, energy weapons

Personality: highly intelligent but generally, socially clueless. She comes off as cold and unfriendly but truly, she doesn't have a natural propensity towards small talk and casual conversation. Smoker.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Enclave-issue plasma pistol, mismatched light armour pieces suitable for a travelling merc. Also carries a small knapsack full of items of sentimental value, such as a photograph of her and her twin brother, various medals and pins earned within the Enclave (including her dog tags), and a pocket watch featuring an engraving.

Occupation: Mercenary/security guard for hire.

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): Formerly Enclave, now unaffiliated.

Backstory:

Frieda was born seven minutes before her fraternal twin, Brian, but spent the majority of her life living in his false shadow. Their father was a high ranking official who lost his life during a mission while the twins were young. Subject to the same vigorous physical and weapons training through her life in the Enclave, no matter what she did, somehow her brother was favoured even when their skills and scores were on par. Where Frieda was more acerbic in personality, her brother's stoic demeanour tended to be extolled. Eventually, she was to be trained as a pilot, whereas her brother was destined for the front lines and recon. Her natural ability to focus on her task at hand while under pressure and make clear, logical decisions, saw her rise quickly through the ranks as one of their best pilots.

Despite the artificial rivalry their peers and superiors tried to place upon them, Frieda and Brian were inseparably close. They celebrated each other's achievements and differing designations. Brian was the only person in her life constantly validating her own skills, when so many others preferred to compare her to her brother. They held up and supported each other. When her brother left on a recon mission, never to return, his loss was a devastating blow. The Enclave considered his and his team's mission a failure, and did not send a rescue team.

Frieda wandered through the months that followed in a total daze, unable to find any peace in the thought that her brother was gone for good. He had been a grounding presence in her life, and without him, she found it impossible to find meaning in staying with the Enclave. In a daring move, she packed her most valuable things into a knapsack, stole a Vertibird, and decided to look for her brother, herself. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the trajectory of a rad storm, and found herself completely off course and crashing into the woods of what used to be New Hampshire.

Alive, but without any caps to her name nor desire to return to the Enclave, she wandered east, taking small mercenary type jobs from various settlements until she reached the ocean, and arbitrarily chose to wander south. She found herself wandering into Salem, hoping the sparse settlement could use some full-time muscle, until such time she was able to begin the search for her brother anew.

and:

Name: Celeste Brown

Age: 24

Race: Caucasian/mixed western European

Sex: Female. Barely 5'1", with shoulder length, very dark brown, curly hair, and bright blue eyes. She carries a stout figure with a noticeably voluptuous chest.

Skills: cooking, bartending, bartering

Personality: very charismatic, friendly, and genuinely sweet to everyone she encounters.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Wasteland settler garb including t-shirts, sweaters, skirts, dresses, slacks, and sneakers. Carries small sentimental trinkets, such as a pair of her mother's earrings and other inherited jewelry, and her father's first set of knives.

Occupation:  Barkeep/innkeep

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory:

Celeste has a very plain and lackluster backstory. Originally from a settlement on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls, she was born to two, loving, hard working parents. Her mother operated a successful trading business, having set up at the border, and her father was a talented baker and chef. She learned the best of both occupations from a young age; the art of the deal from her mom, and how to create the flakiest pastry and well-balanced soups from her dad. Through her late teens, Celeste started to feel the wanderlust. While a steady stream of folks came through Niagara Falls between the two pre-war countries, so did their stories. Celeste started to dream of the world beyond the river and the escarpment, but for many years, seeing it for herself remained a dream. A caravan travelling from Burlington near Ronto, en route to the eastern seaboard, thrilled Celeste with their talk of the bright and beautiful Diamond City, that she insisted she go with them. She chipped in her own caps for the protected passage, said a bittersweet goodbye to her parents, and was on their way.

The travel would prove to be very harsh on sweet, tender Celeste. Slogging through the terrain, surrounded by hostiles at every turn, and fearing for her life, all had begun to tarnish her shiny impression of the world outside her childhood home. Chronic optimism kept her going, but a very small part of her began to consider that she had made a huge mistake.

Celeste would never make it to Diamond City. The caravan made a stop in Salem in an attempt to top up on purified water, and Celeste would fall in love with the town. The setting, the buildings, everything felt so beautiful and comfortable to her. She had a pocket full of caps and stars in her eyes. After a convincing conversation with the caravan, who assured her that Salem could become part of their regular route, she decided to settle back down and merely travel through the wasteland as she always had: by the stories and tales brought in by others.

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Rook had not been shot at this far. So far, so good. He walked into town, still holding his white flag, and looked at the various buildings. There was... A lot of work that needed to be done here. When he had arrived at first, it was late, and he had not ventured very far away from his shack in the last week or so. It was not his place, and he had what he needed... But seeing this place, the terrible state it was in... He had resolved himself.

In his years, he had picked up a few skills here and there, perhaps he could put them to use here. While he was far from the best at things, being as strong as he was, he could carry things, help move heavy things, and generally help clean up. He knew some basics of black smithing as well, it's how he made parts of his armor, so there is that too. Nails and the like are always needed.

He had seen the ugliness of the Wastelands, and if he had his way, he was not going to let this place get swallowed up by it either. Stopping at a stall, he had seen it was long since abandoned. How many years ago did this settlement try to stand up only to falter and fall? He ran his hands over the well worn wood of the stand, it had a story to tell, one he wished to know, but that would come in time. Lifting back up his flag, he would look around. Was there a posted board for jobs? Was there a trader looking for someone to trade with? What was currently here?

At the moment, Rook just stood in the center of town, holding his white flag, bag of caps, and looking somewhat lost.

"You... Are not what I expected..." Barney Rook said, holding his rifle and looking at the Mutant. "But... You are not looking to be causing trouble... So as long as it stays that way, I think I can let you pass... But the Salem Volunteer Milita is always watching. Know that..."

"Rook will do as human says. Rook is seeking to trade, seeking to help. Rook wants home of his own. Does not like other Super Mutants. Does not like to hurt humans unless he has to." Rook said, holding his flag tightly. "Rook wants to help town, Rook wants to stay in Rook's Roost."

Barney looked confused, then realized the mutant was talking about itself. With a nod, Barney moved off, leaving Rook still wondering what he should do in order to start.

[Assistant]
Lorelei Jones - Outside the Jones Residence

Lorelei folded her arms and stared down the withered two-story home at the edge of the town. Barney had pointed her toward the various empty plots, and particularly recommended this one. She could see why. This house was a lonely one; a perfect fit for a gradual misanthrope like herself. It was nothing like the home she had lost, but it would do. She meandered over the door and opened it, the ruined wood porch creaking underneath her light steps.

This will need work. The place was a disaster. There were a few amenities, namely a leftover couch, broken television, a ruined kitchen, and a few armchairs, but the rest was disgusting. Trash and grime had built up just about everywhere she looked, and the paint that once resided within the house had been shed off by the walls that once wore it.

Lorelei gingerly tiptoed upstairs, carefully testing the ground for nails and dislodged pieces of wood. The second floor featured two bedrooms, a restroom, and what appeared to be some sort of office space. More old world furniture rested here. Both bedrooms were equipped with dusty old doublebeds and the office held a desk, pointed at the back window which faced the ocean.

This was an underrated amenity, Lorelei realized – the ocean rested directly behind her home. A weak, inconsistent fence sat between her house and the slight rocky outcropping which overlooked the water, but she had an unobstructed line of sight toward the ocean wherever she looked. She tossed her pack onto the bed and sat down, scanning the room for the work she would have to do. Nonsense. This would come later. For now, she had to introduce herself at least somewhat to the town, even if it meant standing around the square and watching the others talk.

Lorelei left the house and lazily strolled toward the square, where the local tenants darted to and fro, moving in their belongings and laying claim to the town. She looked up at the massive apartment structures and perused the various abandoned vendor stands in the center. She could imagine them filled with people, a town clutching to life. However, now was the time for them to lay down the bricks, to which she had little interest. She was at her best when she was wandering – the house would just be a formality.

After a few moments of standing at the edge of the square, Lorelei decided to sit on a park bench and watch the passersby as she cleaned the barrel of her rifle atop her lap.

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FRIEDA RICHTER -- entering Salem

First, it had been Highway 28. Then, 114. Ancient signs said she was heading southeast to Salem, MA, and she hoped for the best. It had been nearly 7 days since she crashed in the terrible rad storm she had neither predicted, nor plotted correctly.

She would be the first to reflect on the irony of one of the Enclave's best pilots being waylaid by a mere bout of bad weather. Frieda would also, for a moment, allow herself the luxury of admitting a lesser pilot would be dead, whereas she merely stepped out of the wreckage with scratches. She had become a little sloppy, as of late. The loss of her brother made for a terrible distraction. He had been one of the best at what he did, too, and yet the wasteland had won.

It would score another point from her, and soon, if she didn't find some water, work, and some more goddamn cigarettes.

She plodded on. She wouldn't let the wasteland claim her without a fight.

The general lack of population was confusing, to her. Frieda had been in the field several times but always had some inaccurate idea that the wasteland was just flooded with tribals and mutants. That had not been the case on her journey from the southern border of what had been New Hampshire, into Massachusetts. She passed a handful of homesteads, but none of the residents would give her the time of day, let alone the chance to earn some caps or trade. The rest of the buildings were in shambles, or just simply unoccupied.

Signs beckoning travellers to ancient tourist attractions in Salem began to pop up more frequently as she walked along. Frieda could only imagine that she were coming up to the place, and soon. Her skin felt greasy and dirty, not having had any real bath since she broke ranks, and the heaviness of how much she had taken for granted was starting to weigh on her, too. She shifted her knapsack uncomfortably, one of its straps snagging on a piece of armour she relieved from a corpse off the side of the road.

Disgusting. It's all disgusting.

She sniffed. Homesickness? This won't do. You'll survive this. You trained your whole life, for this.

In her brooding, she nearly missed the turnoff to enter Salem, almost tripping over the low, ruined fence outside the Museum of Witchcraft. She looked down the road and was impressed to see some signs of life: various figures moving between and around the buildings down the way. Glancing back to the south, the rear end of a caravan was shrinking into the scenery. Perhaps there was some hope, after all.

Frieda walked down the road, sand and gravel crunching underneath her boots. She noticed a woman sitting on the beach, drinking a soda and humming to herself. She raised an eyebrow but continued on. I'd rather avoid what looks like the village idiot. She passed the diner, but paid it little mind, though she noticed a tall man with dark hair and a moustache walk towards its entrance. She'd try the diner later, if the rest of the place seemed empty.

Frieda rounded the corner, and passed the ruined church to enter a town square, proper. She thought she saw someone at the back of the church, too, but on second glance, no one was there.

The town square was quaint, if anything. Ramshackle, and abandoned, trading stands stood proudly in the sun. It looked as though some giant child had placed them there as part of a play-village setting. Once the cute thought had passed, she sighed, heavily. A breeze echoed her, stirring up dust and debris at her feet, to blow down the pathway.

A figure in a touque was retreating past the back of the church -- but more importantly, they were chugging on a cigarette. Frieda's mouth practically started to water at the sight of it. I'm sure I've got something I could trade for a single smoke. "Hey!" she called, thrusting her left hand into the air and waving. "Hey, excuse me! Hold up!"

The figure she called to seemed not to hear a word she said. What did surprise her was what she had thought was an old tree turned around, instead.

Worse. A goddamn greenskin! Frieda's right hand dropped like a flash to her plasma pistol, popped it from her belt, and squeezed off a single round to land in the dirt next to the creature's feet by way of warning shot. "I don't know how you got into town without anyone noticing, but I'm giving you this single chance to get the hell out of here, before my next two shots take out your knees. Do I make myself clear?"


[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: As a Gadotian by lineage, Selim's skin tone is a warm beige color that goes through phases of deeper brown colors when he spends more time wandering through the desert, with a variety of stark white imperfections (scars) or red abrasions from sandstorms. When he stands up straight, Selim is just over 6 feet. He has solid muscle tone from his time training for the Clash of Iron.

Selim tends to wear a modern take of classic Relinic and Gadotian apparel. He generally wears a trimmed, light colored, high collared jacket made of a tough material. It was designed to have freedom of movement, so some points are a bit less form fitting to also allow it to provide some protection from glancing attacks. His pants are fairly standard men's legwear design. Most of his stuff is kept in a small bag on his back, which straps across his chest diagonally. Shoes are an old worn pair of black boots, with a high ankle and newly replaced soles for grip.
Hometown: Gadot/Relin, previously Orin
Personality: Selim is naturally empathetic and has a unique, genuine charisma - once you get past some of the initial stumbling blocks. Selim can quickly be caught off guard if one of his practiced introductions are not applicable. Because of the programmed responses to seem civil, not too entirely uncommon in Orani culture, Selim can come across as serious - which he is. There is also an unshakable sadness and frustration that can be picked up on, especially by those who knew him years ago.
Relic Description: Selim's relic is a half-dollar sized metal bobble with a purple stained glass ring, about an inch thick. It has an etched relief design of his home in Relin on it. His creatures are added either to the etching or to a small inscription on the back.
Starting Natrelmon: Crowire & Kohitsuji
Starting Spell Schools: Abjuration/Invocation
History:  Gadotian by lineage and birth, the early years of his life were spent in Orin with his parents, who had moved to Orin to serve the upper echelon's of Orani society with their craftwork. It was a mixed success venture, just enough to give Selim a taste of some of the finer things and enough access to an education to keep him interested in learning. It also gave him enough of a talent of blending in, or at least socializing with, those with unlimited access to the world.

After a few rough years, the family moved to Relin to work with the craftspeople there to refine their designs into something unique. They settled happily there for awhile, but were forced to move with Selim's mother fell ill and could not handle the tough Relinic winters any longer. They moved back to Gadot and purchased a sizable portion of land on the mountainside with enough space for a flock of sheep and Hitsuji, along with a contingent of messenger Hawklines which were traditional in Gadot.

Selim had a penchant after moving back to Gadot of wandering deep into the desert. He had enough experience with Invocation to be able to tell mirage from Uaine magic. He had a number of choice encounters with the desert folk, who only really tolerated his presence due to his ability to communicate telepathically as well.

While the Orani almost exclusively practiced the art of fencing for combat, which Selim learned from his time there, the Gadotians preferred a wider variety of spice in combat. Selim opted to learn from the Gadotian weapon schools as a part of training for the Clash of Iron, which is a combination smithing and swordsmanship combination run by the people of Ilsver and Gadot, almost always with one of their residents being named the victory (despite being open to all participants). Selim has participated, but has not ever won. It did, however, earn him a few nice contracts as a bodyguard for some wealthy clientele passing through Gadot, usually forcing him to travel to Lifan.

During the war, Selim aided in crafting weapons for the East's military. Following the War he delayed undergoing his Rites to continue his education and help care for his ailing mother. It was after she passed that Selim decided it was time to undertake his journey alone. He chose to take one of the new Kohitsuji from their family farm, along with a Crowire he had for a number of years as a companion.

Professions: Herbalist and Breeder
Noteworthy Skills:  Selim's experience required he be able to help care for others as well as be able to care for his own minor scrapes and bruises. He has knowledge of blacksmithing from the family craft business and has undergone formal training in the ways of weapons. The experience in Orin and interactions with the Uaine have given him a continued interest, and access to, in the history and knowledge of the world.

Magic:

Abjuration - Rank III - 21600

Rank I - Chant of Mending
Rank II - Effulgent Burst
Rank III - Blinding Radiance

Invocation - Rank III - 21600

Rank I - Shimmering Bolt
Rank II - Inundate
Rank III - Celestial Curtain

Gifts: Telepathy, Lucky

ITEMS:
- Spear
- 1 D Relics

Currency: 7000 N

Natrelmon:
- Crowire - M - 15
- Kohitsuji - M - 10
- Veolu - F - 15
- Olena - F - 9
- Soelbe - F - 15
- Narashi - F - 20
- Ocalia - F - 13
- Kaigara - F - 13
- Veolu - M - 15
- Albion - M - 15
- Mythin - F - 1

[User]
It was a bit of a stretch to say that Kiyo was used to being recognised, but Lifanite culture was certainly one of showmanship, and more importantly, oneupsmanship. The Great Houses were constantly competing with one another for prestige and visibility, and Kiyo's parents were very good at it--the Reijin were currently, by her own estimation, inferior only to the Song family in terms of influence and power. Kiyo was very much not her parents' child in these matters, however, preferring the solitude of the library to the extravagant parties and get-togethers of the great nobility. Kiyo's younger sister Kasumi was much more suited to those matters--she'd always been the social butterfly of the family and had that knack for reading people that Kiyo only seemed to possess in text. Still, as eldest, it was her responsibility to lead the family and usher in a new era of prosperity.

Kiyo replied to Selim with a start, having lost herself in thought for a second.

"Ordinarily I would offer a test of hand-to-hand combat as befitting of someone who has competed in the Clash of Iron--but given that we are presumably both on our Rites, it would do us good to improve the skills of our Natrelmon. While I would prefer to test your strength individually, it seems that the two of us fighting with our Natrelmon as supports is the best option. I would prefer that we not use weapons, however, if that pleases you?" Kiyo replied, nodding her assent to the fight and reaching out to Mythari with her mind, telling it to prepare itself for battle. It would get to see some magic in use, and the delight in its mind was obvious across the telepathic connection.

Kiyo clapped her hands loudly, twice in succession, and shouted the Lifanite word for "battle"--though it would be translated to everyone who heard it. This was universally recognised at the cry for people to get out of the way in open-area spaces, as a fight was about to commence. Many cities prepared for the multitude of battles by infusing their stonework and other infrastructure with magical wards that would prevent them from being damaged by the potentially destructive effects of magic--both from trainers and Natrelmon.

"Shall we begin?" She asked, taking a deep breath as she did so and gathering her focus. Selim would certainly recognise her practiced movements as those of a Windspeaker, and with a flourish of her hands Kiyo outstretched her left arm, palm open, towards Selim. Mythari would stand by next to her, runes glittering as it adapted to her magic of Shadebinding with its Adaptive Lexicon, gaining the Ghost and Dark types for the battle.

[Assistant]
Mythi lwt out a rebellious hiss as Gwisin appeared before him, backing away slightly into the air beford falling back to the ground, growling at the ghost type for getting in his way. Before the Mythari coukd try anything, however, Xander cast out his Relic to loop around the Natrelmon's neck, reeling them back into the relic with a flick of his wrist.

"Geeze Mythi, why can't you behave? Uou know I hate to put you in this thing." The Xanite let out a sigh as he placed the rod back in it's holster, knowing he'd likely have to deal with the mon's sassing later for that. But he put that out of his mind for now, hopping off Gigi to jog over to Gwisin and Mallory.

"Hey Mals! Long time no see, amiright? And is this spooky fellow Gwisin?!?! You got so big buddy." He gave the chained mon a slight tap on the chest in greeting beford turn to Zeke with a click of his tongue. "Oi-oi. Come on Zeke, that's enough of that. Give Mals some space already."

The Doshe made an irritated clicking sound before scuttling over to it's tamer, tho it's grumpy demeanor settled as Xander pet its shell to soothe it, a strange set of rattling coming from the creature as it let it's contentment be known.

"So, how have you been since we last talked? Looks like your taking the Rites as well, ya?"

[User]
"As you wish," Selim waved deferentially before setting his spear up against a wall off to the side. It would only serve as a burden for him if he kept it on his body during battle without actually using, plus he was not sure if he got into a desperate situation in battle that he would be able to resist the instinct to use it. As he walked back to the center, he summoned his Soelbe to the battlefield. Given the clear indication she was a Windspeaker and had a flying Natrelmon meant he had fewer choices to select from on his end. His Kohitsuji would struggle to deal with two possibly aerial fighters. With Soelbe, the pressure he would normally be able to put on a trainer could be done by the ghost.

Selim then took a spot about twenty feet in front of Kiyo, meeting her stance with one of his own. Selim also lead with his left for his stance, but chose a loosely closed hand for his lead, which could transition to a palm for deflection or striking a blow with a fist within a moment. His face clearly expressed his irritation that she was a Windspeaker. Selim found them quite annoying to deal with, especially given the domains of magic he had funneled his experience into.

"Whenever you are ready," Selim stated, his Soelbe hovering next to him.

[Assistant]
Kiyo nodded as Selim got into position, and began to walk forwards gently, being followed apace by her aerial Mythari. Kiyo had the benefit of both Mythari's natural telepathy as well as her own, and so the two could communicate instantly with no need for the delay of verbal commands. Telepaths were, generally speaking, exceedingly rare--Kiyo did not expect to be facing one, and was sure that she inherently had an advantage in speed over her combatant. Kiyo could tell, even with her limited experience, that Selim was a competent melee combatant--the way he had hefted his spear around reminded her of her comrades in the war. Orani who saw past the showmanship of sabers tended to prefer the work of a spear thanks to its versatility, and Kiyo had spoken to many such combatants at the various salons and balls and gatherings she'd been made to attend over the years. He showed that same confidence and easy skill, which made her thankful that she'd elected to test his strength without it.

Reliance on a singular mode of combat was, typically, poor form--especially amongst those who listed bodyguard as their profession.

As the movement continued, after Kiyo took two steps and the Mythari followed, the Mythari's shadow split from its body and moved at an equal pace to Mythari. Kiyo was particularly wary of the Globes of Ielle and Indolu that Soelbe had access to, and was certain to keep them in her vision--though not too closely thanks to their ability to blind--as she advanced towards Selim. Kiyo was a fan of patience in battles like these, but given that the Natrelmon were playing more of a supporting role, Kiyo was quite comfortable to allow Mythari to hold its own with mental guidance from her. Kiyo's true power was only really manifested in melee range, so her primary focus was ensuring that she could get there without Selim managing to pull something that she did not expect. Given that she knew nothing of his magical competencies, beyond assuming that he had them, Kiyo made sure to be as wary as possible. If left uninterrupted, she would travel as far as about seven feet away from Selim before reassessing the situation--and keeping vigilant eyes out for anything that could be used against her.

Fortunately, her telepathic connection with Mythari was very strong--and she instructed Mythari to report any changes on the field to her. Between the two of them, and Mythari's shadow, Kiyo's awareness of the battlefield was significant. It would be challenging to surprise her, but she remained wary as a matter of course.

[User]
Upon Kiyo's first motion, Selim directed Soelbe to move her Globe of Ielle forward as their lead 'chess piece'. It would directly go on a path to meet Kiyo and Mythari. Soelbe moved forward as well, making sure to keep the Globe in the lead floating about five feet off the ground. Selim, as well as the Globe of Indolu waited in back to see the response from the approach. Selim could not be certain what other skills Kiyo might have, but she had to have some tricks up her sleeve given she was moving head on towards someone who fought in the Clash of Iron, and done well, even with Windspeaking's proclivity towards close range combat. His skill with Invocation could sense Kiyo's Frostweaving skills, as well as an additional school of magic that was under a veil of secrecy. It was not that unusual, as anything aside from the core Disciplines was this way. It meant Kiyo had knowledge, and some relative skill in some esoteric magic art.

Selim, of course, had magic of his own should he find it necessary. He knew he had a disadvantage not in just offensive power, but sheer number of accessible spells. However, Selim had two strategies in mind. Ideally, he'd end the battle quickly with a trick, however, he had a long term strategy where Soelbe and him had an advantage if they could build up to it. All of it depended on the battle pressure Kiyo exerted and how well they could resist it.