[System]
Race: Human (Genetically Modified/Robotically Enhanced)
Age: 175 human years
Gender: Male
Job: Boarding Party / Chef

Personality: Kaneda is a skilled ex mercenary and accomplished chef, he and his heavy armoured suit were designed and trained to become deadly in breaching and boarding other ships. His armour, equipped with a fully functional AI takes the brunt of the force while Kaneda infiltrates the head of the ship. He always listens to music and has created a trademark tactic of hacking into the comms. system and blast music to distract and shock the enemies. He is a complete chef and botanist, learning from chefs wherever he travels. After a battle he may party for a day or two. He is easy going, joking and a bit of a show off with his chef skills. But when he is getting ready for battle he is serious, calm and collected.

Short bio: Kaneda doesn't know much of his past as a child, teenager or most of his adulthood. When he had awoken from whatever sleep he was put, he found himself in the armour that he uses to this day. Unfortunately its memory had been wiped as well all that the suit of armour knew was its own name Proterra which he calls Tera for short. He knows that he is a skilled in combat but doesn't know how he knows it. He became a mercenary because he didn't know what else to do with his armour and skills. Often he would be put on the front lines to board other ships and made himself known for his ability to split from his armour and accomplishing two missions at the same time.

During his time not in battle he became interested in cooking as it seemed to be calming and fun, he also learned to grow plant life in the harshest of conditions so that he or his paying crew would never go hungry. He developed a flashy style to entertain those around him as it made them laugh and smile and talk to him which for some reason he enjoyed.

[User]
D'ren leaned against the back of a chair acting a silent drunk, sipping a whiskey bottle. He eyed the newcomers carefully, but made sure nobody noticed. After sizing everyone up, he started to saunter away, back toward the bar, gazing up at the TV in the upper corner. He stumbled into a man as he slid his chair back to stand up.

"Oh sorry, mate," D'ren said, "perhaps ye should cast a glance behind ye once in awhile, yeah?"

The much larger human stood up, his bulk towering over D'ren by almost a foot. The large man's two friends stood up too; they appeared nearly as muscular, but not as keen to fight.

The brute said, "You bumped into me, Mick."

D'ren pursed his lips and nodded slowly, looking away. He grinned as he turned his green eyes back up to the man. "What did ya call me?"

With a snarling half-smile, the man leaned down. "You're a pale, yellow-bellied Mick who's had more brown than he can handle."

His buddies chuckled. D'ren nodded. "I mean, that's very colorful." His feigned drunkenness ebbed away. "Pale, yellow, brown. Let's see if we can add some red in there!"

As he said this, someone turned up some Irish music on the classic jukebox in the opposite corner of the bar.

The Irishman launched his booted foot up toward his groin, but the brute caught it. No matter, because the brown bottle was coming down against the bald bastard's temple. Shattering and sending the whiskey and glass shards everywhere, D'ren turned to meet the bully's charging companions.

"Yeah!" D'ren shouted, "Now this is a party!"

[Assistant]
Empath@Lurking ShadowVescalla laughed at the blonde but as she did so she heard some music being turned up and some yelling and looked to see D'ren getting into a bar fight.
"Oh bloody ell!" she yelled across the room.

[User]
Kaneda looked over as the Irish music began to play on the background and D'ren looked as if he was going to get the party started.

"Only a matter of time ladies and gents, let's give our buddy here some back up, things like this usually begin to escalate quickly!" He said as he met one of the men attacking D'ren. Kaneda ran swiftly to his side and slid on the floor kicking the man to D'ren's left in the shins and tripping him but not knocking him out.

He then saw a man lifting a bottle by the neck, probably just a patron of the bar looking for some excitement in his life. Kaneda met that challenge by getting back up to his feet and throwing a high knee to the mans jaw. He then looked around to see more of the people in the bar stand up from their seats their faces stern, drunk and full of pent up rage.

[Assistant] "What happened to the interview?" Alexandra yelled. A full out brawl broke out, with drunken people hitting each other while Irish music played in the background. Alexandra had no idea what was going on and just sat there, watching everyone pummel each other to the ground.

[User] Empath"Bloody buggars." Vescalla said as she pushed through the onslaught of drunken patrons as she moved to where the fight had started. With D'ren. "The hell you doin startn a bar fight?", she said though she still fought off patrons.(which was easy considering it was flesh against metal.)

[Assistant]
"They bloody started it." D'ren stopped mid-punch and smirked at her. "So where are you from anyway?"

His opponent took this opportunity to pummel him. D'ren staggered back, holding his busted lip. Then he took out his handgun and shot the man in the face. Everyone - at least all of the drunken brawlers - sobered up and stared at D'ren.

"Sod off," he told them. They complied.

[User] Empath"Scottland, me mums Scottish but me dads Irish" Vescalla said unfazed by the fact he had just shot a man and blood was all over the bar behind him. "Where are ye from?"

[Assistant]
Empath Was that really necessary? William asked D'ren as he stepped over the corpse of a drunkard, now not only did the bar smell like shit, it also smelled like corpses, Killing people over a insult? he added, William had avoided the drunken brawl, he wasn't going to hurt himself or others for a fight he didn't start himself.

What a waste of life he thought in his head.

[User] "Sometimes it's necessary, sometimes it's easier, sometimes it's just more fun." Vescalla said chuckling. @Infamous Empath

[Assistant]
He looked at William, for the first time since he'd entered the bar, with a serious, sober countenance. "Ye know, first chance I get, I might kill you. Just because I can." He smirked.

D'ren turned to V, for that was what he was going to call her from now on. "I'm from Ireland, V." He put his arm around her shoulder and looked at the others in the party. "I'm a gun for hire, and a pretty damn good fighter. Plus I'm pretty good at crossword puzzles. Now can we finish the rest of this 'interview' on a ship, before the bobbies show up?"

[User]
Empath Kaneda finished up two more men before he heard the gun shot.

"Party crasher." He said to D'ren, "but since death is now established and I wasn't the one to start it, I think I might join in, I have a chef to 'talk to' in the back if you know what I'm saying." He said giving air quotes and making his way into the back in the kitchen cracking his knuckles and making his way to dispatch the chef from ever serving that shit he called food again.

"Hey there, don't run, I just want to talk!" He yelled as he took out his gun and shot the thing in the hands, "you give us good chefs a bad name." He then walked back into the room, "ahhhh, so when do we leave?"

[Assistant] Alexandra sighed. "This is why you don't have interviews at bars." She sat there, reading a book and waiting for the fighting to stop so they could just continue the interview already. How long will it take to get some money around here?

[User] Traveler stood by as the brawl broke out. Whenever some drunkard attempted to punch it, Traveler simply stepped aside as their own momentum caused them to stumble away and occasionally collapse on the floor. "...Not worth any effort" Traveler grumbled. "If they wish to fight, the least they could do is be at least an adequate adversary. Fh'tgna."

[Assistant]
Empath I'll like to see you try William laughed at the man's edgy comment, he felt like he was invincible compared to him, he believed his armor could deflect any bullets and any sword, despite the fact that the drunken brawl was the closest he's ever been to a real fight.

Tarkin He sighed and walked to wherever the Interview was supposed to be, he opened his mouth to protest at Kaneda's violence, but he felt it would be useless, he was surrounded by sociopaths and scoundrels. being a good human being was a job only William bothered to do.

[User] Empath@Warborn123 That comment didn' seem all that true. @Kiwiwiwi"Yea lets get outa here before more drunken bastards show up and try and finish what these blokes started"

[Assistant]
Kaneda walked over to William who had protested his actions and seemed a bit disappointed when he came back, he put his hand on Williams shoulder again patted it.

"Yeah win this one my friend, I couldn't bring myself to killing him, even though his food was ass and he deserved it if he thought he could serve that filth to other people."  He said as he then went back to the seats and waiting for the captain to say something.

[User]
Tarkin Atleast no one will have to endure his bad cooking William said, he would've said something like "Attacking someone over food is dumb" but he didn't really care anymore, he just wanted to get on a ship and wanted to keep his head on his shoulder and not rolling around on the floor.
William went to where the captain was and waited for him to say something

[Assistant]
Tarkin
"You should have killed him, best to leave no witnesses. Though I am a bit confused to why terrible cooking is a sufficient reason to kill another. As long as it provides sufficient sustenance, I think it does not matter how it tastes s'long as it is tolerable." Traveler said to the human in the shell.

Traveler briefly entertained the idea of killing the 'cook' in question before deciding against it. Too messy, and probably not enough time. I should find sustenance in the next few days, hopefully a better opportunity will arise. Traveler thought before following the others.

[User] "No offense guys, but I don't want to die," Alexandra said while holding a table to deflect the blow from some random drunkard that was trying to kill her. "I will become a stowaway just to not get killed, seriously."

[Assistant]
Shadow "Don't see the reason to kill for something tasting bad! You must live a sad, sad tasteless life..." He said trailing off as he couldn't imagine not caring about the food he ate.

"I'm going to have to show you some things that will blow your mind." He then said as he then began to ramble on about spices and the tastes of different types of meat.

[User]
Viper stayed quiet as she seemed to watch and follow the crowd of new recruits. She hasn't been known for her vocal skills. Though she manages to get by in situations if she needs to. She's just never really been a talker especially before the age of six she didn't talk at all.

Viper looks around and seems to be examining every single crew member with her eyes. She would practically be living and working with all these unique individuals. So, she felt like she should check them over to see what their appearances and remember who was who and everything.
She didn't mean to seem like she was lurking around or anything. But, if anybody looked at her it would seem as if she was doing that or trying to figure out something.

[Assistant]
Since the action had stopped and most of the patrons at the bar had left except for the captain and his new recruits, they sad around for a bit waiting for the rest of the stragglers to leave and soon all that was left was them and the sounds of music playing in the background.

"Alright captain we need to get this over with-" he started to say before a message came to him from Tera his mech suit that was sitting outside.

"Kaneda there is a large mass of people heading towards the bar, we should-" it began to say before it was cut short. He didn't know what could have except for an EMP.

"Terra? Terra?!" He called out as alarms to sound in his head. He then heard a clunk and then, an explosion coming from the front door. The burst of energy crashed through the bar. Then followed a number of smoke bombs, concussion bombs, flash bangs as well as another emp exploded before anyone could react and disabled the crew.

Soon after soldiers came rushing in shoulder to shoulder, they were all dressed in black thick armoured uniforms with their faces covered in some kind of gas mask. A voice came from the crowd.

"GET THEM LINED UP AND BRING ME THE OLD MAN AND HIS CASE!" One of them shouted, if any of the crew could still see he was covered in medals, a high ranking officer. The soldiers complied and grabbed the recruits and lined them up ripping off the helmets of any who would be wearing one and restraining them with metal cuffs, the man then walked across them all, the captain being carried away by the soldiers. "Take him back to the fortress, we need him alive. These others..." He began to say before spitting in front of them, "are nothing but little pieces of shit that need to be flushed and forgotten, keeping them alive will only hinder us if we do not dispose of them here and now. You 15 soldiers stay here, dispose of them as you see fit and burn this place to the ground. This shall be a lesson for any others thinking they can steal and get away from the military." He then turned and left with the others and the captai,n the sound of ships engines roared and could be heard leaving to the fortress, the 15 men were all that were left to finish the job.

"What do you think we should do with them? Have some fun or get it done quickly?" One of them asked the others, another grabbed bottle by the bar and walked over to Kaneda at the end of the line and smashed a bottle across his face, spraying the drink all over the others, which woke him back up to hear the words.

"It's been a while since we were allowed to have fun, let's make the best of it."


[System]
General
Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Additional Appearance:
Anik has heterochromia, blue from his Waterbender father and Bronze from his fire nation mother.

Height:
5'1"

Weight:
123 Ibs

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Combat

Element:
Water + Healing

Weapon(s):
A flask of Water for emergencies

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Personal

Personality:
Anik is people pleasing, detailed orientated and is rigid with his organizational habit, yet he has a good sense of humor and takes part in other's jokes and tomfoolery as long as it's harmless and within reason as he likes to think of himself as the voice of reason among any groups he is in. He is also protective and caring for his friends and allies if a little overbearing at times. At times he can get competitive when people challenge him or his ideas as he can be extremely adamant about being right in certain situations.

Skills/Hobbies:
Traditional Hunter and fisher
Excellent non-bending swimmer
Practicing his Waterbending and healing
Cleaning and organizing rooms and places
Taking care of little potted plants
Doing tasks for people who asked him to do it

Background:
Anik was born to his Waterbender father and his Fire Nation mother in Republic City. Anik was a sickly child and often stayed at home for long stretches of times. Anik learned he was a Waterbender at a young age after he bended a glass a water to splash in his father's face. Once his waterbending was learned Anik's father brought him to his homeland of the southern water nation where he was taught the traditional ways of water bending and hunting and fishing and even healing though water bending, this seemed to cured Anik of his sicklyness for the most part. After a year at the southern water nation Anik and his father returned to Republic City to a shocking surprise. Anik had gotten a little Sister while he was gone for the year, Anik quickly grew to love his little sister and soon enough he started to worry greatly for the little girl's safety. It was like this for most of his Childhood him worrying about his little sister and after years of no signs any water bending abilities it seem like his little sister wasn't a bender like him or his father but Anik still loved her greatly. Now that he's reaching adulthood, Anik is looking for a higher calling in life and with the rising tension in Republic City he is starting to question the safety of his Family and it seems like the two things will soon go hand in hand.

[User]
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Kazuki eyed the rather grandeur theater, a sense of distraught plaguing him. During his traverse to the theater, his clothes were prim and proper, tightly holstered all over his body. When he arrived though, everything had mysteriously come loose and lazily draped over him. He was never really one for discomfort, so now he looked like a normal person, unbefitting of what the Avatar should look like.

"Crap." he thought outloud, "I think I'm late."
Kazuki had also gotten a bit lost during the commute, and had to ask a random passerby for directions, who then pointed opposite of where he was actually meant to go. With an embarrassed expression, he bowed and started walking the opposite direction.

Standing infront of the ticket vendor, howling at the people in the hall to buy tickets to the play. Kazuki patted his clothes, and with a raised eyebrow, he actually forgot his 'VIP' pass. With another exasperated sigh he walked up to the rebroadcasting man,

"... Ticket please." he said, now fishing for 25 Yuans in his pocket. As soon as his money was handed in, the man eyed the money, as if he thought it wasn't real. After glancing back and forth towards Kazuki and the Yuans, he handed him a ticket whilst giving him a stink eye, saying

"Enjoy the show."

Man was Kazuki not suited for things like this.

As soon as he entered, he accidentally closed the doors a bit too hastily, the resounding thud making a few heads turn back at him. A bead of sweat flowing down his forehead, he bowed once more,

"Sorry."

The once quiet theater was replaced with some light whispering,

"That guys is so rude."
"Doesn't he look familiar?"
"Is that the Avatar? No way, he would be in the VIP seats."

Unfortunately I forgot to bring my pass, Kazuki thought to himself, slightly embarrassed again and now trying to find an open seat. He eyed an empty seat near the edge, with a woman taking the edge of the row. Fighting himself, he finally lightly tapped her shoulders,

"Uhh, hey, is this seat taken? he whispered, giving her a light, fraught smile.

[Assistant]
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A crackle of lightning could be heard from behind the giant cloth screen. Several members of the audience rose from their seats, all adorning masks resembling those used by the Equalists during the First Revolution. As these individuals rose as one, a bolt of lightning burned a whole through the screen, striking the projector in the back of the theater. The room fell under a blanket of darkness. Quiet murmurs among the audience soon grew into panicked cries for help, however, it was no use. The soundproof room had deafened any sound attempting to escape.

The darkness was soon pierced by small balls of fire, lining either side of the front of the theater. Behind each ball of flame was a masked face. Each of these Firebenders stood still, acting as ominous lights. A row of Earthbenders stood in front of the giant screen.

From behind the curtain stepped out a tall, slender woman. She wore a black cape, and a mask that covered her entire face, only leaving small slits for her mouth and eyes. It looked old and worn, and appeared to have been originally fitted for a man. The woman walked with a purpose, and that purpose was to draw all eyes to her. She stopped once in the front of the room, turning to address the entirety of the theater.

"My fellow citizens of Republic City. As you all know, a certain serum has been developed to artificially reproduce bending. This has long been a source of conflict among our city. When on their own, the four elements are strong. When combined, they are unstoppable. The Avatar is a living testament to that fact. For thousands of years, the Avatar has lived hundreds of lives promoting balance, peace, equality. The Avatar simply used their superior abilities to bully others into submission. History has proven that the Avatar simply intervenes when it is fortunate for them. Unfortunately for us non-benders, we now pose a serious threat to the Avatar's sacred 'balance.' Today, I am here to show you all that we need not be afraid of the Avatar anymore, for we have leveled the playing field a bit.

"I believe the Avatar has graciously made himself present today." The woman paused to search the crowd, spotting the Avatar. "Yes, there he is. Avatar Kazuki. Capable of bending all four elements, yes? Previously, the Avatar had been the only one able to accomplish such a feat. As of today, this is no longer the case." The woman demonstrated, throwing a fireball into the air, followed by a wind blast. She bent a puddle of water from a canister on her side, letting it fall before her. The earth quaked as a section of the theater's ground was tossed to the side.

"My brothers, sisters, the Avatar has come to Republic City in order to put a stop to us gaining our equality. Do we not deserve it? Are we lesser beings simply because it is not our birthright to bend? Join me as I lead us into a new age. An age of true equality. The revolution has begun!"

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Rinzen

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Rinzen looked up, noticing a tap on her shoulder. "Huh? Oh, yes- I mean, no. It's not." She pulled her knees up to allow the boy into the seat next to her. The boy had come in several minutes late, and the seat next to her was about the only one available. She returned her attention back to the mover.

Rinzen jumped as the lightning shot through the projection. She sat there, frozen as the mysterious woman revealed herself and began her speech. She watched in awe as the woman demonstrated her capabilities that rivaled the Avatar's own, who was apparently in the theater at the moment. She could hear a mixed response of cheers and boos coming from the crowd around her. Surely, this was not natural. The theater soon erupted in chaos. Rocks, ice, fire, and a whole myriad of other elements were being thrown around the room. Dozens of people ran from the theater in a panic. Rinzen stayed behind. She defended herself from stray rocks as the theater emptied out, eventually leaving less than a dozen others in the room.

The mysterious woman stood at the front, watching the chaos. It was impossible to decipher her emotions, given the mask that she wore. Was she content to just sit and watch as the theater fell into chaos? Perhaps that was her plan, after all. Rinzen rose from her seat in order to leave the theater, and found that it was entirely blocked off by the masked Earthbenders. She was trapped inside, along with several others.

[User]
Jian

"Fuck!"

Jian cursed as the mover was suddenly ended with a bolt of lightning blasting the the screen and into the projector, trying to sink into his seat as things only went from bad to worse. Then some woman appeared, spouting some drivel about equality and whatnot before singling out the Avatar, who was here apparently, and making a show of power by bending all four of the elements right then and there. Well then . . . this couldn't get any worse.

Jian looked around, noting how the masked freaks surrounding them were preventing anyone from leaving, making them a captive audience as it were. As people tried to get out, only to be blocked by some masked earthbenders, he laid low, taking out a syringe filled with red liquid from his pocket. Taking off the protective cap, he slid it slowly into his arm and pressed down on the plunger, taking a breath as he felt a burning pain flow throughout his body, heating him up from the injection point as the serum spread through him. After a few more seconds, it subsided, and he quickly recapped the syringe before putting it away again, rising up with a dangerous look directed towards the woman in charge of all this.

"Sorry lady, but threatening people isn't a good way to get them on your side. Case and point." No sooner had he finished, Jian entered an Earthbending stance, slamming his foot down to lift several rocks up around him before launching a barrage at several of the masked men, each one being cloaked in a veil of flame as they hurtled towards their targets for a rather explosive, but non-lethal, finish. He gave a look at the others in the theater, telling them with his eyes to get moving through the opening he made. More rocks rose up around him as he prepared to launch more flaming rocks at anyone who made a move towards the fleeing civilians. [color=Jian]"Now then, how about we settle this without a bunch of collateral around to get in the way. If you really do care about the people, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, right? I'll even give you a chance and ask the Avatar to not get involved. From what I've heard of him, he probably jump at the chance to avoid dealing with someone as bothersome as you."[/color]

While Jian sound confident, anyone who took the time to study him could see that he was shaking ever so slightly, and his breathing was erratic. While putting on a bravado was easy enough, right now he felt that he was digging his grave deeper and deeper with every word. The masked men he'd hit earlier were already getting up by now, more dazed than anything else. As a Pro-bender, he had it engrained into his being to hold back when using his bending against others, and that habit had only gotten stronger after the incident. If these guys were meaning business, than he wouldn't be able to stand a chance on his own, but he wanted to give other people a chance to run if they had the chance. That way, if he got died or was injured terribly, he would have accomplished something to help redeem his worthless self, if only a little bit.

[Assistant]
Chen

The moment the lighting broke through the screen of the mover, Chen let himself drop the the ground and slide under a few chairs. He had spent so much time writing about the chaos in Republic city that this action almost came as instinct to him. Maybe he was over reacting, though. Sighing, he spared himself a glance over the seats around him, cursing as he saw several masked men and women standing up.

Not overreacting.

A woman began to talk, speaking of equality and balance, and Chen quickly noted every word he heard, albeit in his head. If he survived, his article would probably be on the front page of the UDN. While he knew that the situation would only get worse, he couldn't help but feel a slight relish at this fact. All of this soon fled from his mind though, as chaos began to erupt. Huge masses of people began screaming, running for the exits. While normally Chen was void of such emotions, the fear of the crowd around him seemed to seep into his soul.

Emptier and emptier the theater became, and still Chen remained hidden in his place. Part of him was screaming for him to stand and run with the rest, but he wouldn't let himself leave the story behind. He had to see how the scenario was going to play out. The Avatar was here. Would he face off against the Neo equalists and survive? Would he flee from the conflict? Even with the apparent danger he was in, Chen felt anticipation and excitement well up within himself. Slowly, he drew a dagger and placed his hand on his throwing knives. If it came to it, and he was sure it would, he would be ready to fight.

[User]
Anik absentmindedly kept watching the Mover even when people around him started to put on strange masks. It was only when people started to stand up that he started to take notice of the heavy air in the theater, Anik yelped then dove under his chair when a lightning bolt punctured though the Mover Screen. Anik covered his head for a moment worried the lightning bolt was still going on but to his surprised it seemed to have only happened once and a voice echoed out throughout the theater a voice of a woman, she spoke of the evils of the benders and of the Avatar whose apparently here in the theater with the Artie terrorists. Anik lift his head over the seat and watch as the Terrorist started bending all the elements, which shocked Anik since the bending Serum kills anybody who used more then one element, this woman is totally a freak of some sick experiment, or she's something different.

When the bending Chaos started, Anik stayed hidden until the fight thinned out and he could use his full waterbending capability to defend himself from the terrorists. An earthbender was throwing his weight around at the Masked people, this was when Anik decided to attack. He twisted off the cap to his water holder and started to bend the water underneath the now slowly rising people and when it covered up enough ground with help of scattered fallen drinks Anik raised from the cover of the seats and raised his arms so all the water and drinks raised high up into the air and encased the masked terrorist in a giant icicle covering them from head to toe which would at least give some of the people time to defend themselves while the terrorists are trying to get out. Anik himself got ready to attack again.


[System]
Race: Bean Nighe
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Unemployed, robs graves for a living.

Personality/Interests
On the surface, she seems like a very easy person to talk to, someone who you can trust, someone who knows a lot about the world. On the inside, though, Mysaren just desperately wants to be accepted by people. One of her biggest fears is people not liking her. Mysaren can be seen as somewhat manipulative, lying and cheating to people often to get her way, although this is something that she is trying to fix. She's definitely not above dirty tricks in order to get what she wants, or sometimes needs. She's very good at feigning confidence, which is how she does her "job", by either brute force or pretending that she's supposed to be in area's that she's not supposed to go. Despite this, she's definitely loyal to those she cares about, and definitely tries to help her friends in family in any way she can. Mysaren is somewhat hot-headed, and has a very quick temper. On the inside, she's a very sensitive person, though. She takes a lot of things literally, and doesn't really appreciate jokes or teasing at all.

She cares immensely about her family at home, and her greatest fear is something bad happening to them. Her entire life has been spent trying to support them the best she can, even stealing and cheating in order to get money. She's often very cheap, not liking to spend money frivolously, even if she has money. She has a bit of a mistrust for anyone with large amounts of money as well.
Appearance
Mysaren is a rather tall women, having the look of a warrior. She's muscular, with a chiseled, prominent jaw and square face. She has short, curly black hair, which barely goes past her ears, although her bangs cover her eyes if not pulled back. She has dark brown skin, which is marred with various scars. Her eyes are deep-set, and blue eyes that look like the deep end of the pool. Freckles cover a large amount of her face, and are lightly sprinkled on her shoulders.

Details
Body build: Muscular, well built.
Hair: Short, curly.
Hair color: Black.
Skin color: Dark brown.
Eye/Iris color: Dark blue.
Height/Weight: 6'3, 185.
Notable Features: Freckles, her arms and legs are somewhat covered in scars.

Clothing Description
She tends to wear long, dark purple robes with a gold trim around the edges, and a hood. Underneath, she wears a black tunic, a normal pair of pants which are brown, and a belt, which is covered in various small pockets and bags. She carries a larger, messenger bag that's made of black leather and has several runes carved into it. She also wears thick, black leather gloves, and rather strong, worn boots, made for travelling.

Equipment
A spell book and several other books, a few healing and mana potions, various materials for her spell work, a shovel, a lantern, and a bottle of oil.

Weapon(s)
Her wand, a knife, and a small sword.

Powers
Due to her years spent living in the darkness, she has a heightened sense of sight.

Abilities
She is able to tell when someone is about to die, although she can't get specifics on who/why/how. It's usually just a loud, wordless muttering in the back of her mind.

Talents
Hand to hand combat.
Petty thievery
Her persuasive power.

Magic
Deals primarily in Necromancy. Talking with the deceased, being able to call upon them in times of battle.
Sessamaru - "He seems level-headed, but I am envious of his rather joyous personality."

Historia - "A naive little bird. I do hope she at least knows enough to stay out of trouble."

Saha - "Never much liked snakes."

Katelia - "An annoyance."

Julio - "He knows how to keep his mouth shut. I can respect that."

Azzrix - "Pompous ass. I can't help but respect his ability to kill rich people though. Keeps me in business."

Margaret - "I don't much respect greediness, but she's at least a good companion otherwise."

Naida - "Rather nice. Pretty cute as well."

Drubbins - "An idiot. Lovable, but an idiot."

Tahira - "One of them brainy types, and not so good with people. Kinda painful to talk with her."

Rimau - "He has a very similar sense of humor as me, and he's pretty friendly. I like him a lot."

Claire - "Rather shy, but not bad to talk to. Could be a good friend."

Viggo - "I can't stand him or his music."

Rouen - "Some pretty rich boy who thinks he knows how the world works because he's lived in a nice castle all his life."

Falen - "I respect him a lot. He kinda scares me sometimes though..."

[User]
"Yeah, of course. I've had people hunting me since I was a teenager, when I started practicing necromancy in the first place. Lots of small, god fearing towns who burns anyone who even looks like they practice magic at the stake. Necromancy is basically a target on your back, but necromancy is important, you know." Mysaren said, looking everywhere but at Rimau, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Damn, it was going to be a pretty long walk to those mountains. Thank god she kept in shape.

Mysaren knew she was probably suspicious, the random girl who walked into town, who was a necromancer and hanged around graveyards too much, and she tried to get that suspicion down as much as possible. "It's funny, that people think that magic is inherently evil. It's not. There's good magic users and there's bad magic users, just like there's good people that swing a sword and bad people that swing a sword." She wondered what category she would fit in.

"I dunno. Magic seems pretty dangerous sometimes, it just depends on the person. Besides, most magic users are all for show. Make a little flame and you have people treating you like a god. That's why I chose necromancy, you know. It's one of the more honest types of magic. Not about manipulating people or catching things on fire, it's about life and death, and I guess there's nothing more honest than that."

Mysaren looked behind her, the town gone now, the only thing left was the cover of trees and the smell of the forest. She took a deep breath, sighing. Forests were nice, nice and quiet. She could at least rest easy before having to go up to the mountains. At that point, her head would almost constantly be screaming at her, the constant sound of death near her. It would probably be a blood bath.

[Assistant]
"That's true." Rimau said, acknowledging Mysaren's affirmation of the world's grey morality scales. "'Course, where I come from, they didn't think o' magic in moral terms. More in... ethical terms, if y'know what I mean."

Rimau scratched the back of his head as he stopped briefly to observe a small fork in the road. He had to lift one of his goggle lenses off his eye for a moment since the mountains were obscured by thick forestation. As he was doing this, he idly asked "B'what makes y'think Necromancy is real important an' 'onest compared t'all the other magicist disciplines?"

The old Zizz paused for a moment, when it dawned on him that the lady might take the question the wrong way, thus forcing a verbal cut-and-paste before professional discipline broke down. He's seen it happen before. More than a person should, if professional organisation in general is to be trusted.

"...Just out o' curiousity, y'understand. Believe me, I'm in no position t'be judgin' folks."

Listening to whatever Mysaren had to say about this, he eventually turned left, placing his lenses back on his properly, and continued down the path. But it wasn't long before he idly sniffed the air with his tongue, and could sense that familiar stench of death again. Except this time it was coming from in front of him, so it couldn't have been Mysaren. He stopped and held his hand up.

"...D'you smell that, kid? ...There's a body 'round 'ere somewhere." He paused and sniffed again, turning his head towards what looked like a ditch just beyond a lining of trees.

[User]
"I understand. Still the same concept, though." Mysaren said, glad that Rimau agreed with her. She was always afraid of finding someone who didn't agree with magic, and she'd end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

"Necromancy, well, it's not just about raising people from the dead you know. It's about harnessing death, harnessing people's energy, speaking with the dead, even. It's death, and death is important, Rimau, as important as anything else, because death isn't the end, it's a new beginning! Death is just shedding your old skin and moving on to a higher plane, to explore new places and go on more adventures."

Mysaren perhaps was a bit too passionate about death. "Oh, I know, it's alright. " She said, stopping when he held his hand up. Mysaren sniffed as well, the familiar smell of corpses filling her nose. She sighed.

"Yes, I do." She said, turning towards the ditch as well. Mysaren walked towards where Rimau was looking, to pull back a few branches and see the body that was in the ditch. "Recently dead, judging by the sword wound in his stomach it wasn't natural causes. " She stepped towards the body, kneeling down and looking it over.

"Rimau, come here. I want to try something."

[Assistant]
"...Poor bastard." Rimau said, following after Mysaren to marvel at the dead fellow. Just goes to show desensitised both of them were to death. Most people would probably keel over and eject last week's breakfast onto the grass.

"Does that look like a robber to... hmm?"

Rimau was about to ask the sort of questions that might be asked by the hypothetical 'crime scene investigation' people he dreamed up earlier, but that was overwritten with intrigue once Mysaren offered to show him something. Probably something involving the corpse.

"Well, y'do whatever it is, an' I ain't gonna ask questions. Yer the dead people expert after all, heh."

[User]
Mysaren nodded. "Died pretty violent, it looks like. " She said, inspecting the body more, her gloved hands playing over the bag on the ground. She flipped it open and frowned. "Looted."

"Does look an awful lot like a robber. Let me try this."

She pulled a bundle of herbs from her pack, and lit a match to set the herbs on fire. She waved the herbs over the body, lowly chanting in strange language.

With that, the body beneath them opened it's eyes, and it's head turned towards Mysaren. "Who are you?" It asked.

"How did you die?" Mysaren said, straight to the point. She kept waving the herbs over the body, and she didn't have much time. She needed the information fast.

"Tried to steal some mask from my buddies. They stabbed me in the bloody stomach!" The corpse said, the voice sounding distant and strange.

Mysaren nodded. "Where are your buddies now? I can get revenge on them for you." Revenge was usually what motivated most ghosts.

The corpse was silent, before it spoke again. "Up in them mountains. There's a weird, pointy rock, looks like pyramid shape, yeah? That marks where they are. Can you kill the bastards for me?"

Mysaren grinned. "Of course." With that, she blew out the herbs, and the corpse went still again, it's eyes closing.

[Assistant]
Rimau looked on with bewilderment as he saw Mysaren do... whatever it was she was doing. The sight of a corpse talking was... it was the sort of thing he'd seen in nightmares. He'd never in a million years suspected he'd actually see it happen, even with the hundreds and hundreds of other weird things he'd seen throughout his life. Perhaps it was symbolic. Then again, he couldn't help but snicker to himself when the ex-alive person said he was stabbed in the 'bloody stomach'. It certainly was a bloody stomach.

"...Huh." He finally 'said' once the dead kid returned to his natural state. "...Well, promise is a promise, I ain't askin' questions... much as I'd like to." He mumbled the last part under his breath. Maybe he'd ask questions later. Like what would happen if he smoked those herbs.

"So 'e say's 'ere's a Pyramid rock in front o' the cave, eh?" Rimau finally got back on task, turning away from the body to get set on the road again. "...Why'd I get the feelin' I heard o' that before..."

[User]
Mysaren stood and threw the burnt bundle of herbs into a nearby bush, looking over at Rimau. "Uhm, sorry, probably should've warned you about that," She said, dusting off her robes and climbing out of the ditch to look back down the path. "and you can ask as many questions as you want, I don't particularly care. Questions are perfectly fine." Mysaren didn't blame him if he wanted to ask questions, considering she didn't exactly warn him about what she was going to do with the corpse. She looked into her bag. She still had a few bundles of those herbs if she needed to talk to any more dead, good.

"Yeah, pyramid rock. That at least makes the place a bit easier to find, yeah?" She said, chewing on her lip as she waited for Rimau to lead the way to the mountains. She didn't really like leading anyways.

She looked back down at the body as she waited. There was always a chance of the corpse doing something... weird after she talked to it, but it seemed to be perfectly fine. Well, as fine as a dead thing could be.


[System]
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Age: 27 years old
Birthday: Winter 29
Occupation: Mother to Lorrena
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Background:
Sega was born in the big city with only her mom around to raise her. Her mother, who was a stripper, had always told her from a young age that the only way she could be happy in life was by finding a rich man to take care of her. With the abuse and confusing lessons from her mom at home, Sega grew to only attract bad relationships. It wasn't because she was bad or anything, it was actually because she was too gentle, kind, and trusting and guys would take advantage of that. Despite her relationship troubles, she excelled in school and soon became an Elementary school teacher. During her first year of teaching, she fell in love with a co-worker named Kent, who shortly after bore her a daughter. They lived together and even though things weren't perfect, Sega believed that things couldn't possibly get any better! Only after a few months of Lorrena being born, it was revealed that Kent had gotten another woman pregnant and he left, saying that Sega didn't mean anything to him the whole time.

Things got really hard after that. She started getting less and less hours at work so she couldn't pay for much. With the lights out, barely any food in the fridge, a tired and hungry child, and an eviction notice in hand, Sega sat for a long time. When Lorrena fell asleep in her arms, Sega looked hard at her child and whispered, "It's time for a major change." with a smile.

That night they packed all they could fit into a suitcase, took what was left of her life savings, and left the city by bus. She had never ventured far from the city, but she wanted something totally new. She had heard of a small, country town called, "Bellview", and that's where her heart was taking her. "Sounds like the perfect place to start a new life."

Moving into a small, one bedroom house was a lot easier than she thought it would be on such short notice (and the people were a lot nicer as well!). Now, they have been living in Bellview for about a month. They have never smiled more! They are friendly with people, but have no close relationships as of yet. It is usual to see Sega and Lorrena having picnics in the park, shopping in the local stores, or selling drawings/paintings that Sega has made. (She has to make money somehow!)

Personality:
Sega is very sweet and can usually be found smiling at something (Lorrena, nature, people). She can't help her kindness, but when she realizes that she is being too nice, she will withdraw a little bit as a sort of defense. She is gentle with her daughter and takes being a good mother very seriously. Her daughter is her best friend so she is open about pretty much everything with her. She can seem a bit clumsy with her words or actions sometimes, but it is mostly her just trying to be honest herself and things around her. She is friendly, hardworking, and for her age, pretty youthful.

Appearance:
At first glance, Sega looks like a strong, beautiful, and captivating woman. She is tall, thin yet curvy where it counts, with lightly tanned skin, healthy sleek black hair that flows just past her bottom, deep green eyes with small pupils and think eyelashes, and very feminine facial features. She has a slightly larger than average bust and long, toned arms, legs, and abdomen. In the spring and summer, she usually wears a lot of colorful summer dresses. In the fall and winter, she usually wears jeans ranging from black to light blue with loose fitting t-shirts. Her ears are pierced but she doesn't usually wear jewelry.

Loves:
-Cute and Tasty Cakes, Artwork, Music

Likes:
-Salad, Sandwiches, Bright Colored Flowers

Dislikes:
-Mushrooms, Hot/Spicy Foods, Fried Food

Hates:
-Beer, Fishing, Thieves

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Name: Lorrena Wulf
Age: 6 years old
Birthday: Spring 15
Occupation: Being Sega's wild child (lol)
Sexual Orientation: N/A (She is much too young for that question! xD)

Background:
(See above in Sega's Background)
Lorrena has been raised most of her life by Sega. She loves her mom very much. Lorrena has even refused to go to school, only because she wants to stay by her mom's side(when she wants). When she doesn't want to, she goes scampering into the backyard of their new home in Bellview where she digs in the dirt to look for worms, chases the local stray cat, rolls down the hills, collects rocks, and pokes at ants. Lorrena is pretty smart for her age (being home-schooled by Sega) and doesn't like meeting new people just because she seen how stressed people made her mom back in the cities. Once you get on her good side however, she will actually talk to you and not give you such a hard time. (Her tantrums kind of suck) She is really enjoying her time in Bellview so far.

Personality:
Lorrena is stubborn, quiet, and rude to people she doesn't really know. She has been known to leave live lizards, mice, or bugs in people's things just to annoy them. She is still a child however, and is always naturally curious. Her curiosity often times gets her into trouble (and if it's not her in trouble, it's someone else!). When she warms up, she is very loving, playful, and funny.

Appearance:
Lorrena is a toddler version of Sega. They both sport the black hair and green eyes. Lorrena's hair is only a little past her shoulders and is in two pigtails with colorful bows tied to them. Her skin is slightly paler in comparison to her mom's. Her outfits consist of shorts and shirt in the spring/summer and overalls with shirts in the fall/winter.

Loves:
-Jam, Bugs, Toys

Likes:
-Strawberries, Bed-time (Anytime) Stories, Cool/Shiny Rocks (also ores and gems), yogurt, grapes

Dislikes:
-Cheese, Medicine, Fish that are Alive

Hates:
-People who are mean to her or her mom, Monsters, Fighting

[User]
"Morningg~" Whiskey rubbed her eyes as she got up her bed, gazing upon the green trees of her backyard. The cold & dreadful winter have finally ended, her pet bird, Liv, eagerly chirping as she opened her birdcage wide. "Now winter's over, you can fly freely, Liv~" She cuddled Liv, letting it spread his wings, soaring for the skies.

"Year 1 now huh...?" Whiskey's eyes narrowed towards the calendar a bit, its been 3 years since she left home & abandoned her mom for her ex, 2 years since she left her town for this village. "Time sure flies..." Changing from her pyjamas, she ate a slice of bread for her breakfast before heading out to her workplace- the library. Opening the Library door, she took out a shoujo manga from a bookshelf, sitting and her desk and reading it while waiting for any guests here. There wasn't much work to do in the morning, the books have been already shelved & arranged from the day before.

[Assistant] The chirping of birds in the morning brought to Sierra's attention that it was spring. She paused in the middle of her breakfast for a moment before continuing to eat. For a miner, seasons mattered very little. The riches of the earth were consistent and dependable, not subject to the fickle whims of the weather. Some might argue that locating rich ore veins was more of a gamble than planting crops or raising animals, but Sierra paid such people no heed. When she had finished her breakfast, Sierra stepped out of the simple wooden shack at the base of the mountain that she called home. It was 5:30AM and still cool and crisp. Hoisting her pickaxe, she headed into the mine, ready for a long day's work.

[User]
The serene calm and quiet of the darkness of sleep was interrupted by a whisper.

 "Mom?"

It was a familiar little girl's voice, one that had made Sega smile even in her state of being half awake. Sega could feel eyes on her, and with a few moments slowly opened her own eyes. Sitting on her knees, in her blue cotton pajamas with images of sheep printed all over them, Lorrena loomed with her face close to her mother's. "I'm hungry." Lorrena said with a pouty face. Sega's smile widened even more as she grabbed Lorrena by the waist and pulled her to the floor, wrapped her arms around her, and playfully cuddled her. "And I'm tired. Let's go back to sleep, my little teddy bear."

Lorrena laughed up a storm as she tried to escape Sega's grapple. "Hahahah! No no! No! Let's get food!"

Sega hugged her child and released her, "Alright, lovebug. I will make us breakfast."

With that, Sega stood up from her mattress on the floor and walked to the closet of her bedroom. She scanned the landscape out of her window for a moment, and seen that it was a nice spring day. "I wonder if it's too early in the season for a picnic later?" she whispered. "Yay! Picnic!" Lorrena shouted from in the hallway. Sega could hear the girl dancing about. She could only smile at the thought that her daughter had ears of an elephant. It felt as if you could be in a totally different building and Lorrena would still be able to hear every word you said.

For herself, Sega had chosen a pretty purple polka-dotted dress. For Lorrena, she had chosen a red shirt and shorts with a little rabbit picture on the pocket. I guess it was settled, they would be having a picnic this afternoon. After they both got dressed, Lorrena scampered into the kitchen area and sat on the mat on the floor near the table. Sega walked in and began making pancakes.

"Pancake, Pancake, cooker-san, bake me a pancake as fast as you can!-" Sega began to sing and Lorrena giggled and immediately started singing along in their little game. They would sing this song randomly sometimes together, no matter the food. They both found it hilarious that all the food would be rolled and patted.

A sweet scent filled the air as the finishing touch, a little butter and a caramel-tasting syrup was added to the pancakes. Lorrena put her teddy bear, Bernie, to the side as her mom came over and placed the plates onto the table. "Yum yum yum, in my belly!" Lorrena sang happily.

As they finished their meal, Sega said, "Lorrena, I was thinking we could have class outside today, and bring the picnic basket for a lunch." Of course the small girl nodded frantically. She liked having class outside in the spring, summer, and fall. In the winter time they found themselves in the house or library a lot.

Sega cleaned up the breakfast mess, and made some PB&J sandwiched, sliced fruit, and grabbed bottles of water for lunch and put them in a wooden picnic basket.

She held Lorrena's hand (and Lorrena held Bernie's paw) as she locked the front door to her small house and they started on her way. There was a spot in the village where both of them loved to go picnicking. It was near where wildflowers bloomed and always smelled great, there were tall trees to give shade, and it was pretty close to the shopping center of the village so she could watch people while Lorrena worked. The sky was a spectacular blue and their seemed to be quite a few people out today.

Sega balanced the bag of books she had slung over her shoulder for today's lessons (which consisted of teaching Lorrena numbers, colors, animals, sounding out letters to begin reading). "What color is that house?" Sega questioned Lorrena while nodding over to house.

"Purple!" she yelled, maybe a little too loudly. But Sega didn't mind her volume though. She always thought Lorrena had quiet the vocal range and would make a great singer one day. "That's right! Good job!"

After a little while of walking, they finally came to the right spot. Sega straightened out a quilt blanket along the grass and began setting things up. Lorrena talked Bernie's round ears off about how he needed more hair as she placed a grass toupee on his head.
"Look mom! A baby squirrel!" Lorrena squealed in delight as a chipmunk stopped in its tracks and looked at the two. Sega gave a small laugh, and whispered, "That's a chipmunk, Lorrena." Her voice was filled with caring and patience. She loved when her daughter learned something new. Sega slowly moved towards her art supplies to try and grab a quick sketch of it before it ran off, but that was a bit of hopeful thinking as Lorrena rushed up to it, laughing like a maniac, giving chase. Her grabby hands looking like the claws of death to the poor chipmunk. Sega sighed with a smile and watched as the chipmunk ran into the bushes. Lorrena squatted near the leaves, peeking into the bush to see if she could spot it.


[System]
Appearance: Herold is broad shouldered and thickly muscled, though his body is more trim and wiry than what one might expect from the term "musclebound." His statuesque and powerful form belie his tactical knowledge and quick mind. He walks and thinks like an apex predator when on the move, striding powerfully but taut, as if he could pounce at any moment. He rarely removes his helmet in front of others, but when he does most would think him not unhandsome. Perhaps a bit rugged and rough with the short, tousled brown hair and storm blue eyes. When out of combat gear, he still tends to wear his military grade loose fitting pants and utility belt, albeit with a plain shirt.

Age: 32

Sex: M

Class: Arbitrator
Equipment: (Guns, armor, grenades/etc-If you are not sure or if it's questionable, please send me a PM.)
* Carapace Armor
* Shock Maul
* Combat Shotgun
* Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield
* Autopistol
* Rebreather
* Utility belt
* Frag grenade

Notable Deeds:
* Cartel Bust: Was apart of an Arbitrator Squad that busted down an illegal smuggling operation in the Forge World Ilios, dispatching multiple assailants and capturing the leader's second personally after fighting him in close combat.
* Crime of Abstraction: Was promoted to Sergeant, and sent after one of his comrades who had committed the crime of Abstraction and extortion on the world of Dalheim. Sorkal Nielson, the Arbitrator in question, saw fit to go after innocents who he had perceived as gang members, extorting them of their money to get information from them. Herold found, fought, and defeated Sorkal, taking him in to be tried by the true court of law.
* Xenos Threat: Helped defend Dalheim from a small Ork incursion that had been manipulated into attacking by the Eldar. Received a large scar along the left side of the face and nearly losing an eye after one particular struggle with an greenskinned Xeno. He was tasked with keeping Order with the citizenry as the PDF forces went to fight the Xenos, but some made it into the city and was confronted by Herold. He slew four. He witnessed an Eldar in the slums of the city and reported it, helping the Governor's administration to find information that put two and two together to show the threat was devised by the ancient Xenos.
* Heretic Slaying: Assigned to the planet Sovereign due to reports of cultists. Herold has 17 confirmed cultist kills and 6 confirmed arrests since his time arriving planetside. Half of them occurring during his investigations when he found a cultist meeting place below a Warehouse for Imperial armor parts, surprising them with a grenade, proceeding to two to death, before making a tactical retreat and gunning multiple cultists down as they attempted to escape through the only unblocked exit.

[User]
'God damned braindead moron...' Vala thought as Adrianne stormed outside in the loudest and most showly manner possible. That woman was a complete pest... believing herself to be indestructible just cause she wielded parts of the warp. That just made her even more of an annoyance really, besides there was just as good chance she'd make a mistake on day and self destruct, a feat that Vala would actually pay to see.

 Without losing any more time, Vala rushed to the 'opened' door and took a look outside only to witness even more of the psyker's nonsense. Now she was sure. SOMEONE HAD TO BEAT THIS MORON SENSLESS TO BRING SOME LOGIC AND THOUGHTS INTO HER BLOODY EMPTY HEAD! For now the mercenary took a position by the door on the inside, making herself easily able to look and shoot outside while using the wall for cover. She knew they'd have support from the above which basically meant they didn't really have to bother with this fight as much, but she didn't want a single mistake to be her end...

[Assistant]
Herold ignored the fact Solares gave a thumbs up to Angsar and not him, despite having the same weapon. It was the Trooper's idea after all. Being an Arbites was nothing if not a thankless job, and it seemed he'd need to perform that job again just now. Armed Civilians were the most basic thing he needed to handle on a planet, and he had dealt with such problems many times before.

The Arbites watched as Adrianne kicked the Cargo doors open, and knew she had to have used some of her Psyker abilities to help, which helped him see the use of using such energy. Still, her semi-heretical powers and obvious lunacy had him nearly wanting to aim at her back just as much as the crowd of rioters. He decided against it though, not wishing to harm an ally of the Imperial Inquisition.

Briefly, he overviewed the tactical layout of where they were. The Trooper had gone up top, and the two women were down below with him. With the Grenade Launcher above, and both ground companions having formidable weapons, and one was clearly a competent Psyker, he doubted that there would be many civilian's left if Herold's companions open fired. So he decided to strap the Grenade Launcher to his back and retrieve his Shock Maul and Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield. He would take out any rioters that made it close, while simultaneously being near impervious to the wild, panicked shots that would soon follow when this crowd lost control of themselves.

His face grim and hard set, the Arbites planted himself to the right of the Psyker, shield and Maul hefted. "Cease and desist citizens." He said, his gravelly voice as intimidating as his visage.

[User]
The loud crack of the two warehouse doors being kicked open drew the rioter's attention away from the Rhino they were trying to break into and onto the man and woman that now appeared before them. It was clear that they were quite well armed and one of them even appeared to be a psyker. There was a short moment of discontent among the mob once both Adrianne and Herold had issued their warnings, but men are not easily swayed from a goal they believe in, or what they are told is a righteous cause.

One of the rioters yelled out in defiance to both of them, mocking their foolishness to follow the false emperor. "We have been gifted the strength to fight against the heretics of the false emperor, not even your guardsmen posed a threat to us. You two are the ones that should be laying down your weapons and handing yourself over to us. Our new Emperor will welcome you with open arms, he shall lead us through the stars on a glorious conquest to wipe out all those unworthy. Give in to chaos and be reborn anew!" Something pushed back against Adrainnes own powers, an uncomfortable wave of energy and presence that made all besides the rioters feel disturbed.

On top of the warehouse where both Solares and Ansgar were observing the rioters below, a low rumble could be heard. Solares glanced over at Ansgar and nodded her head at him once, "I've heard enough of this heresy." Stepping forward and off of the top of the warehouse, she used her jump-pack to slam herself into the ground feet first, creating a shockwave and a large cloud of debris that formed around the area. She had aimed to land on top of the most condensed area of the rioters, resulting in a grotesque shower of viscera and a cloud of crimson mist. There was no time to waste, as soon as she hit the ground, Solares had opened fire with both of her heavily modified auto pistols.

If anyone could have seen Solares's facial expression under her helmet, they would have seen joy mixed with the fury she unleashed upon the heretics around her. Through the clouds of smoke, bright flashes of light could be seen as loud gunfire echoed through the streets.

"Engage at will!" Celestian Andromedai yelled into her microphone over the pandemonium that erupted outside of the warehouse. She quickly made her way into the street and opened fire upon the rioters, it was clear though that these were the cultists they were looking for. Aiming down her sight, the heavily modified bolter that she used fired over and over again, hitting her targets dead center or in a critical area.

"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks." Celestian Andromedai was concerned about a repeat of what happened with Adrianne in a museum upon a pleasure world many years ago. The thoughts of that day had stayed with her, teaching her many valuable lessons.

[Assistant]
"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks."

"Ohhh, I WILL CHOOSE MY ATTACKS WISELY ALRIGHT?! ... "

*BANG**BANG**BANG*
*CRACK-A-BOOM*
*BAM*

"Right... "

For a moment, Adrianne had taken a step forward, extending her hand as she prepared to unleash her own powers. However, that was a course of action she had promptly left on pause as she was left to watch the carnage that was unfolding directly in front of her.

As it would turn out, unarmored and 'mere' normal humans clustered together in a tight mob in a completely open area were NOT very resistant to high-powered military grade weapons, bolters and grenades. This was a fact that was made abundantly clear as Adrianne stared forward in front of her and Herold, as the heretics in front of them were torn apart in a sudden flurry of shots coming from the rest of the group.

What had been a mob had been quickly turned into a pile of bodies, the luxurious paintjob of the Rhino covered in blood and dents!

Adrianne merely watched as some of the cultists tried to fire frantically back, before they got gunned down; the only apparent survivors seeming to be the ones who had bolted it immediately, and were running desperately away!

"I don't think you're needed here... " Adrianne whispered to Herold after she leaned sideways in towards the Arbites, all the while making an offhand finger-pistol gesture towards one of the heretical stragglers, just before his head was suddenly vaporized by an off-camera shot from Andromedai's new rifle!

" ... unless you are going to arrest the dead, that is."

[User]
The moment Solares touched down, Ansgar knew where the safe areas to fire were. Mainly, those trying to so rudely steal their vehicle transportation. Hefting the grenade launcher, he used the short pump on the launcher, one more reason the thing was not a model he was used to, and proceeded to send several fragmentation grenades hurtling through the air, slamming in a neat cluster around the Rhino. Frag wouldn't damage the vehicle, but the heretics that just so happened to be surrounding it? The limbs and blood flying about, coupled with the rather potent shock and awe approach that Solares took in jump packing in, and hosing down everyone in front of her with automatic fire, seemed to clean things up rather nicely. But he still arced grenades high to hit the heretics trying to flee, shattering any intent that they might dare have to approach. If there was one thing that a Krieger knew, it was putting effective fire on a target. Just because an enemy started running did not mean they would keep running. However, as he sent the last of the current load of grenades into the enemy forces, the ones that wouldn't subject the others on the ground to undue shrapnel hazard, two things concerned him.

One, despite the psyker not using her powers, there was a strange feel in the air. Something had come with the cultists, and he scowled under his helmet despite the premature comments that Adrianne was no doubt making to the Arbites. Two, it wasn't going away despite the general running away from the sudden alpha strike of munitions, armored Sister, and more munitions. As such, he quietly reloaded his launcher with Krak rounds, scanning for anything out of the ordinary and, most certainly of all, not relaxing at all. "This is not done yet, ma'am. That oppressive air, something is still here, or coming through. Psyker, can you...never mind, it will happen either way..." Ansgar was speaking from years of experience during the campaigns that preceeded his arrival into Inquisitorial service. That feeling in the air always foreshadowed either a direct daemonic incursion or a sudden explosion of raw warp powers. Neither of which were terribly good things. Considering cultists were openly attacking an armory? It could very well be an actual daemon coming through from the Warp just to make their lives difficult. And as such, the krak grenades. Frag tended to not do too much to the warp infused flesh of a daemon, but a round designed to bust tanks? Not perfect, but it sufficed more often than not. He might ask the sisters later about sanctifying some rounds for him. That had worked for the Grey Knights, their fancy equipment, at any rate...

[Assistant]
The Abrites' expression went from Grim to Grimdark when the rioters expressed their belief that the emperor was a false one. "Cultists, then," he spat. So angry was he that he hardly backed off when he felt a strange pressure emanating from the crowd. It must have been psychic energy. Somehow, he doubted it was the same energy that this woman could wield. It felt...sourced there. He gritted through his paranoia and stood resolute.

It seemed he was not needed much other than the intimidation factor, which he was used to, granted. Explosions and bullets ripped through most of the rioters, igniting their flesh and sending crimson mist spewing outwards. They screamed and begged for their heathen gods to save them. Of course, there was no answer.

When Adrianne said he wasn't needed, he shrugged. "My job is to enforce the law. When it enforces itself..." His voice trailed off as one of the cultists broke free, flailing wildly as he tried to run. So mad was the cultist that he hardly noticed who he tried to attack next. Unfortunately for him, it was Herold. The Arbites merely shoved his shield forward, not only intercepting a club, but knocking the assailant back. His shockmaul swiped, breaking both of the man's legs before he even hit the ground.

The cultists spasmed, blood pooling around his legs, eyes, and ears. Herold stepped forward, and caved in his skull. There would be no mercy for the enemies of the Imperium.


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Age: 23

Appearance:

Profession: Impalement Artist

Bio: Kathryn, or Kate as her friends call her, was an orphan from the night she was born. She was left on the front walk of an orphanage and nearly froze to death that night until a caretaker heard her weak cries and brought her in. She was raised there, becoming close friends with another young girl who had been taken in. At the age of 7, she and her friend ran away from the orphanage and found themselves as part of a traveling circus. That is where Kathryn was really raised, taking an interest early on in the art of impalement, specifically throwing knives. Eventually, she proved her worth and earned her own act in the show, though she had plenty of scars to show her journey.

Name: Elijah Petrova

Age: 27

Appearance:

Profession: Animal Caretaker/Impalement arts assistant

Bio: Eli grew up in the circus, his father being one of the main proprietors of the many animals the circus required for its shows. He knows many trades within the show, after all he basically lives and breathes the ring. After his father's passing, Elijah decided to remain with the circus and continue his legacy with the various animals. He also helps Kathryn with her knife throwing act, since they had met when they were both young, they learned the trade together. She convinced him eventually to let her thrown sharp pointy objects at him, and he eventually grew to trust her with his life.

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Claire tossed and turned in her drunken state, disturbing Solomon with her movements, but thankfully he was a nocturnal creature so it wasn't like he was going to sleep much anyway during the night. He slept a fair bit either way since he loved to sleep like most of her kittens did.

She dreamt surprisingly pleasant dreams when she did fall asleep. Claire talked with her big cats, learned their language permanently and went on adventures with them. There were other people featured in the dream, like Kate, Elena and a few other members of the circus, but they were in the background compared to the animals. Elena appeared as an evil witch at one point.

The sound of someone shouting at her was an abrupt wake up call.

"Oh my god." Claire cried, and put her arms over her head. "Why would you scream at me in the morning when I have a hangover?"

She could feel her head pounding pretty badly by then. The words that Kate had spoken sounded louder than usual, so she had to assume they were shouted. It wasn't just the words Kate spoke either, everything was louder than usual, even Solomon's breathing was getting to her.

Claire had no idea how long she had slept, or if she had been given a chance to sleep at all before Kate was on her case again. She had dreamt at least. She wanted to yell at her friend to go away and leave her alone. It would not be the first time they had fought, because everyone fights every now and then, no matter how great their relationship may be regularly.

"Solomon, attack…" Claire muttered against his fur, and was rolled over on her stomach when the white tiger got up on all four.

He moved lazily over to where Kate was standing outside the cage, put his arm through the bars and tried to hit her with his paw. The whole action was done with such indifference that it was clear he was just following the words of his trainer with no real hatred or commitment behind the supposed attack. He tried to reach Kate a couple more times before giving up, sitting down and cleaning himself with his tongue.

Claire had mostly trained him with that command in case she would need him in an emergency, like a guard dog, but no one else needed to know about it so she had told no one else yet. If anything, she had planned to explain it away by saying she was going to incorporate coordinated play-fighting between her big cats in one of her future shows. Solomon was a bit too tame to attack those he knew with any real strength though.

"Yeah, that will teach you to bother me in the morning." Claire mumbled to herself, while keeping her arms over her eyes to block out the blinding light. "You are lucky he is locked inside a cage. Who knows what such a wild beast would be to a human otherwise."

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When the giant tiger stood up at the command to attack, Kate's eyes grew wide and she took a step back from the cage. "Jesus Christ," she had no idea what to expect from the big cat, considering his loyalty to Claire. Much to her relief, he took the order with as little enthusiasm as possible and returned to grooming himself within his enclosure.

"What ever will I do if that over-sized house cat decides to purr me to death..." Crossing her arms again, Kate's stare bore into Claire, challenging her to look up. It was obvious that she was well into the consequences that a night of liquor will punish you with, but the way Kate saw it, it was her own fault.

"You look like hell," her head shook disapprovingly and she sighed. "Serves you right for drinking the night away."

It wasn't uncommon for them to bicker over the topic of alcohol. Kate knew how to drink and have fun, she wasn't a stiff by any means. However, she believed in self control. The minuscule amount of her childhood that she could remember was spent in an orphanage, one that for the most part didn't take too kindly to the children there. And from what Kate could remember, whiskey had quite a bit to do with that fact.

That's why she and Claire had decided to run away. It was hard leaving the few that were kind and caring at the home, but not worth living through more of the misery to stay with them. They found solace here with the circus, and so they remained. Kate had just never picked up drinking like the others seemed to have, to her it was more amusing to watch the drunken ones stumble in a stupor than to be one of them herself.

Claire was still covering her face and avoiding the inevitable, so Kate simply exhaled and closed her eyes for a moment.

"Very well, I'll leave you to suffer. No use in making your misery any worse with my presence." Walking away from the cage, she headed to the commons tent in search of a meal. She hadn't eaten after the show, and her stomach was beginning to call to her for sustenance.

She entered the tent and found that there were several items out for the circus workers and such. They did not cook them breakfast, rather the cooks prepared tea and coffee and left pastries and dry cereals out for pecking. Kate grabbed a cup of coffee and a scone, then found a place to sit within the tent.

Elijah had finally gotten around to cleaning himself up a bit, but his face still showed his utter exhaustion. Walking to the commons area, he hoped a cup of caffeine would aid him. Kate was spotted at a table not far from the entrance, so he took his beverage over and sat with her and a few other circus workers who were all making small talk over biscuits.

Kate perked up when she saw Eli sit down, though he still looked rough. "You feeling any better? You still look a bit unwell."

Shrugging his shoulders as he sat down, he took a sip of his coffee and then looked at Kate with tired eyes. "I'll be fine. Rough night," he held up his cup and smiled, "This should get me going though." It was a night filled with nightmares and little sleep, but he had suffered tough nights before and he could do it again. He sipped his drink and contributed to the small talk with Kate and the others as they casually ate their breakfast.

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When Kate mentioned how Claire deserved her hangover, she wanted to tell her how fun people sometimes had to suffer consequences for being sociable and fun, but that Kate could of course not understand this.

"Thank you." Claire mumbled to Kate when she left, but doubted she could hear it if she was still around.

She attempted to return to sleep. Her headache mixed with the sounds of a circus that was waking up and the light of the sun made it difficult though. After remaining motionless for what felt like another hour without a minute of sleep, Claire had to accept the fact that she would not get better by lying here.

Maybe if she got something to help with her hangover or moved to her own wagon it would be easier. She crawled out of the hay, passed Solomon who was enjoying the sunlight and exited his cage. She made a note to herself to never sleep outside when hangover. It wasn't the first time she had claimed she wouldn't do that. Claire locked the cage after herself.

She headed in the direction of her wagon, but once she arrived she heard a woman screaming as if terrified from another wagon. She had to put her hands over her ears to prevent the headache from getting worse. She went inside her wagon to get some rest.

"Screaming as if she was all alone, no consideration for the rest of us..." Claire muttered as she lay down on her bed.

Unfortunately, the screaming woman had attracted more people and soon the area was crowded. Claire heard them chatting through the walls of her wagon, but she was unable to make out any words. She didn't bother trying to sleep for long after that. Claire rose again, probably looking as horrible as she was beginning to feel.

She grabbed her lady's umbrella on the way out of the wagon, to have cover against the light of the sun, and stumbled towards the commons area. She hoped they could give her something to eat that may stop the beating of her forehead.

Claire spotted Kate and Elijah when she arrived, waved meekly at them, and then went to ask the kitchen staff for anything they may be willing to give her for her hangover. She was given a couple of eggs and a glass of water.

"Hey guys, Kate, Elijah."

She placed her food next to Kate and sat down. Claire folded her umbrella together, and leaned it against their table. She was about to start eating, but instead threw her arms around Kate in a hug and pulled her towards her.

"I'm sorry about earlier." She whispered, hoping that no one else would hear, but for all she knew she was screaming. Claire's hangover still made noises louder than they had any right to be. "I hope you don't tell anyone I taught him that, Kate, or I may have to teach one of them a murder command to keep the secret from getting out."

She laughed weakly after that. It was only a joke. She wouldn't want anyone else to murder Kate if she betrayed her. She could do it herself in that case.

"It is freaking impossible to get any sleep around here today." Claire grumbled. "Sun is shining like if we were in the southern hemisphere, not Britain and people are screaming blood murder in the morning." She turned to Kate with a faked smile. "At my wagon, not when you woke me up earlier."

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Kate waved at Claire in between sips of coffee, and continued chatting with Elijah and the others at the table while Claire fetched her breakfast. When she came to sit down, Kate halfway smiled at her, knowing that she still was probably feeling the effects of the previous night's binge.

It shocked her a bit when Claire flung her arms around her, so she stiffened under her embrace until Claire whispered her apology to her. A sigh escaped her and Kate patted her friend on the arm with the one arm that wasn't binded by Claire's hug. "It's alright Claire, I'm sorry as well."

"Amen to that," Elijah chimed in, raising his cup in approval of her comment about not getting any sleep. He was feeling better though, the caffeine seemed to have helped actually calm his nerves while also waking him up a bit, which very well may be the opposite effect of intention.

Soon after Claire's mentioning of the crying woman, people around the commons tent began to grow more noisy. It seemed as if a rumor was spreading around throughout the tent, making its way from table to table. People began to get up and walk out with a brisk step, and Elijah looked around as the area was beginning to thin out rather quickly.

"What in the..."

Soon, the others who were sitting at their table began exchanging words about a woman, blood, screaming, and other frightening sounding phrases. They rose as well and followed the crowd out of the tent, and the three were left there with only the company of each other and the chefs.

"Claire, dear, would you hurry up and eat your eggs?" Kate said as she glanced out of the entrance to the tent. "I've a feeling that there's something we are missing out on."

Elijah cleared the table of his and Kate's dishes, placing them in the bin that was reserved for dirty wear. He returned to the table but did not sit down, "You watch tipsy here, I'll be right back." He exited the tent and followed the stream of people towards the wagons that housed the performers and workers.

He pushed through the crowd further into the camp and saw that the collection of people were surrounding one wagon in particular. Screams could be heard, and Eli could swear that blood was covering the one window that was visible from his angle. Men were struggling to get the door to the wagon open, pushing and pulling it to no avail.

Turning around, he headed back to the commons tent and found Kate and Claire again.

"Something's happened. There was blood covering the window, they couldn't get the door open, I... I don't know."

Kate straightened up where she sat, her eyes growing wider at the news. "What? No wonder all the jitters among the crowd... I wonder what happened."

She looked at Claire, who was still finishing her hangover meal. "I suggest you finish those before you lose your appetite. We should go see what's happening out there now." She stood and waited for her less than 100% friend to join her, and then headed towards the camp.


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* Character Name: Sefira Sylvanbelle
* Race: Elf
* Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin. Very short. Clothing is largely shades of blue.
* Age: 21
* Personality: Matsuo is the no-nonsense type, one to take his studies as a university student very seriously. A dilligent student who refuses to accept nonsense, it would be a shock to many of his real life friends that Matsuo is something of fan of anime, manga, and video games. Indeed, his no-nonsense attitude and short temper would make this considerably unlikely. Indeed, due to his image as an excellent student, he felt self-conscious about how his hobbies might be seen and thus endeavored to keep it a secret from his real life friends. Matsuo is an especially big fan of character design, and one of the things that drew him to Emerald Odyssey was its robust character creator. Modeling his character on his favorite archetype, the surly and petite type of tsundere, Matsuo soon became an avid player of Emerald Odyssey. While he played the game to enjoy it, that didn't mean he took kindly to players who got themselves caught in AoEs that were obviously going to drop or completely failed to pay attention to what was going on around them. That being said, the fact that he was quite accomplished as a high burst damage mage(and a healer on the side even though he hated it) quickly made him a valuable party member. Matsuo's short temper and no-nonsense attitude were remarkably suited towards the role of a petite tsundere character, making it all the more ironic now that she has become one. Indeed, becoming Sefira is bound to be a shock, and she's going to have quite a struggle from now on...
* History: A university student who lived a relatively normal life. Matsuo's background is nothing too surprising, though pressure to succeed from his parents was likely born from their own successes. Still, he enjoyed being a successful student. That being said, he also came to realize he needed something to release stress and alleviate the pressure, and after reading a light novel titled The Elven Mage Can't Stand Me began his journey into the world of anime, manga, and video games. Spending his time balancing his studies and his hobbies, he also became interested in Emerald Odyssey and was soon an avid player. Never once did he suspect that he would become his character...
* Classes:
	+ Starlight Mage: A burst damage class, Sefira as a Starlight Mage is capable of high-power ranged spells. Possessing low HP and low defense, her main defensive options in this class is the use of a barrier spell that prevents attacks from reaching her. Her basic attacks take the form of showers of blue magical bullets. In lore, Starlight Mages utilize the stars and constellations as a template for their spells. As a result, by invoking various constellations she can reduce casting times and increase damage.
	+ Sage: A straightforward healing class, built for direct healing and resurrections of injured or fallen players. Sefira absolutely hates playing healer, and only started because her friends in game needed one. Having experienced almost no enjoyment from playing healer, she thus only uses it as an absolute last resort. Now that the game is real it may become different as it is far more important to ensure others wellbeing, but she would still much rather utilize her more offensive skillset.
* Other: N/A

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Magnificus the Ingenious
\\: Location: Sen Rynta | Windy Plains - Outskirts

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He nodded sagely as the still unnamed knightly lady recommended the safer path of simply camping outside. Seems they weren't the only ones around here who took that route either. It made sense for folks to just camp by civilization though. Any adventurer worth their salt would be prepared to spend a night or three camped out in the wilds which really seemed to call to mind just what on earth these noobly players he had shared the road with were planning. He wouldn't be surprised if they had set out in foolish haste, their preparation inversely proportionate to their eagerness to explore.

Ah well, it wouldn't matter. After tonight he'd be back on the road, off to find Sen Rynta's mines so he might plunder them of precious minerals. With that in mind he set down his turrets, the disc bound orbs chiming to attention and placed down his shield generator which resembled the turrets except instead of discs this orb hovered atop a small engraved pillar of black stone with a mana gem set in a recess right in the center of the pillar. As the shield generator activated it projected it's mana blue semi-transparent film across a twenty meter in diameter dome, the borders clinging to the contours of the earth's dips and grooves. The shield generator is capable of creating a full three hundred and sixty degree sphere of protection however it's unable to bisect solid matter present in it's borders, limiting it to the unoccupied spaces it can fill until more space is opened up for it to occupy.

Now that he was protected from outside intruders, attacks and even certain weather conditions like rain he simply pulled out a foldable lawn chair he had built for comfy camping times, laid back and breathed a nice long sigh of relief. Life as a technomancer really was a treat. It didn't matter if you were pretty or even likeable, with smarts beamed directly into your head by the game itself you could carve your own luck out. All you needed was some spirit, creativity and an eye for opportunity. At least, that's what he told himself.

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Speaking of opportunity an old man of eastern garb resting against the nearby tree which was partially clipped through the force field stirred.

"Aah... Sorry 'bout that. I thought I felt something off just now. Need to go check the source of that out tomorrow..."

Magnificus grinned, rising up from his lawn chair before folding it up and tucking it under his arm. With chair under arm he approached the old man, wearing an intrigued yet friendly-ish smirk as he came to a stop at a socially acceptable distance.

"Ah, a fellow hat aficionado I see. A fine choice indeed..." He opened the conversation, trying his best to sound mysterious and/or cool despite being really neither as he awkwardly leaned on his lawn chair that was just a bit too short to really lean on evenly.

"No need to apologize, one should definitely trust their instincts, especially in a world such as this." Deciding to give up on trying to lean on the lawn chair he simply quick-flicked it back into his inventory, standing back up straight before offering his hand forward in an offer to shake.

"My name is Magnificus, Magnificus the Ingenious as nobody calls me. Feel free to call me Mag."

In truth there wasn't too much reason to get all caught up in some old guy talking to himself but quite frankly any company would be preferrable to the knight of cold shoulders and that sour patch kid.

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"..."

The experience of a thorough cleaning the first time she ever removed her clothing after becoming Sefira was possibly the most embarrassing experience of her life. The elf, cheeks still deeply flushed, was now hugging her knees up to her slender body, silently giving the shenke quite a look.

Cute new body this, take care of herself that... it wasn't as if she didn't know these things, but that didn't mean that having someone else do it for her was any less embarrassing. Especially when that person had serious case of wandering hands.

Still, at least she was clean now. All the goo was gone. Her hair, her skin... everything.

Her eyes drifted down to regard her own body for a moment, before she found her cheeks growing even hotter and quickly averted her eyes again.

It was bad enough after being washed like that, but Sefira felt even more embarrassed with Kokoma still present...

She was a little surprised when the other girl started talking about her life before the game suddenly became real. She worked at a Black Company? That sounded miserable. Not that it excused her behavior, but no wonder she seemed to be throwing herself into this new world with gusto.

Still, that didn't mean acting this way was appropriate!

"... I'm a university student," Sefira said, after a few moments of hesitation, "I was working on my studies, I played Emerald Odyssey as one of my hobbies."

@PKMNB0Y

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Agaue Selinofoto
Miura Yui
Location: Sen Rynta - Sanctuary
@A Lowly Wretch

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Yui could honestly do not much more than stare at Magnificus' sad attempt of striking up a conversation, especially a trap conversation. The old man was nonetheless an NPC with a glaringly obvious, but not visible, quest symbol above his head. She waved away her shield and lance, pulling out her tent and sleeping bag from the inventory. Sleep, food, and preparing for travel tomorrow morn was more important than the trouble that Magnificus was about to stir up.

Despite her thoughts, Yui herself was curious. Did the developers program him to have a tingle too? Was her intuition better or worse than what it was? What is the source he spoke of?
All these questions, and Yui knew the only answer to them would come from this man, so she too walked towards the eccentric pair, standing up stiffly with her arms across her chest. "What do you mean by that?", she asked bluntly. There was no point beating around the bush, small talk could wait later. She was still hungry after all.

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Kokoma

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"Hobbies, huh." Kokoma would sink a bit into the water. "Having hobbies must have been nice..." A moment of silence followed as the Shenke just let herself be immersed in the water. University had been a pretty long time ago for her, and she had been playing Emerald Odyssey since day one, or close to it hadn't she? Jeez, so long. She'd start tilting her head back and forth as she thought, a small bit of frustration forming in her mind.

"Bwahaha, now I feel like an old woman complaining like this!" Before it grew to big though, the Shenke would hop up, getting to her feet. "Alright lets get dressed! We're probably clean enough and those guys are probably hopeless without us." She'd grab Sefira and pull her too her feet...where she would promptly resume normal behavior and 'help' the girl dress herself. Supposing Sefira didn't attempt blasting her with magic during the process, the two would hopefully be back at camp soon enough.

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For a few moments, Sefira found herself regarding the shenke as more of a person as opposed to a ball of raving perversity. It was an insight into who she was beyond the fact her hands tended to wander.

Of course, she soon received a stark reminder of those habits when they got out of the water.

"H-hey-"

In some ways, this was worse then being undressed. For while she was now dry and clean, her Starlight Mage outfit was not yet ready to wear.

Which meant the clothing she had prepared was for her other class.

Sefira didn't like playing Sage. She didn't take the class seriously. It was a backup, meant only for when she had no choice but to play healer.

So, unlike her Starlight Mage gear, she'd paid no attention to making it look like a serious mage outfit. She'd just gone for something that looked cute.

As she squirmed, forced into her Sage gear, the reality of the situation was upon her.

For Sefira was now wearing a schoolgirl uniform. A red ribbon around her neck, the familiar white and blue colors. A pleated blue skirt and black thigh-high socks with remarkably modern-looking shoes for a game set in a fantasy world.

It had been an event outfit.

"... A-ah... aaah..."

Worst still was the 'headpiece', a pair of ribbons that pulled her hair up into lengthy pigtails.

"..."

Blushing furiously, her entire face practically glowing red, the blonde elf made her way back to camp.