[System]
Age: 16

Godly parent: Peitho
Link to Mom's information

Mortal parent: Jake Morgan

Background: Lilith's dad was on vacation in Greece 18 years ago when while touring an Athens museum he caught the eye of Peitho who conspired to make him one of her lovers by having a vendor in the outside market stalls sell him a special pendant that would allow her to go to him wherever he was in the world.

It was three weeks later when he was relaxing in a secluded villa that he was surprised by one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen and started a passionate love affair which ended a short time later. It was a love affair that left him knowing he'd never fall in love with another woman as he had her.

He was by association and worship of her gifted with a better understanding of how to use his voice as lead singer of Silicon Dragons an up and coming band to the top of the charts within a year. It was during his rise to fame that she visited him over and over again using the power of the pendant to find and go to him anywhere on earth. Till suddenly she stopped coming around which threw him into a deep melancholy that fueled his writing with such emotional content his female fans rushed the stage at all his concerts and though he had his pick of any he seemed hollow.

He was all but resigned that his goddess had forgotten him till she appeared one night with a sleeping Lilith who she said was their daughter and the cause of their separation as she handed the bundle to him.

At first he thought he should resent his daughter till he looked at her and was as captured by her eyes as he'd been by her mother's. Peitho explained to him that they could never be together again as it was the decree of Zeus but that she would always be watching him and listening to his songs and he could reach her by filling them with the passion they'd shared.

His fame made it easy to explain how he'd become the father of a little girl who he loved with all his heart and his female fans fell even harder for him.

Raised on the road because he couldn't bare to be parted from her too long Lilith was schooled by private tutors that traveled with them and served as her attendants.

Lilith was the focus of every Pavarazzi while she traveled with her dad and he spared no expense keeping her out of the public eye making her picture the holy grail of that brand of parasite. Then at age 11 she convinced her dad that if he'd relent and hire an official band photographer who could publish her picture things would calm down which once the band's publicist handed them out to any news service that asked things did.

At age 12 Lilith was offered modeling gigs, parts on Disney, Nickelodeon, and tween movies which she turned down knowing even if she was interested in them her dad would have a nervous breakdown. So she pressured him to allow her to attend a private school in LA where she excelled in her school work.

Then a year ago at her quinceanera (15th birthday) her dad gave her the pendant her mother had given him saying it would protect her from harm. Lilith knew it was a gift from her mom to her dad but till that night when her mom whispered to her she'd not known her mom was the Goddess Peitho the goddess of persuasion and seduction who risked the anger of Zeus and the other Olympians to whisper to her daughter who she was.

Like the other Demis she should have gone directly to Camp Half Blood but he dad resisted till situations revealed how much his daughter needed to understand what she was and how to deal with it and took her to the camp where he was nearly pried off her still not wanting to let her go.

Power: Silver Tongue, Lilith can persuade most people to seeing her point of view and as she gets older will one day be able to sway the emotions of crowds of people with her voice.

Weapon or gifts from godly parent: Silver Wings Pendant
The Silver Wings allow Lilith to fly so long as it is night or if she flies to her love's side.

[User]
Once inside the house Chiron handed the boy over to the Redwood, who took him and laid him on a cot. Taking the nectar he poured a little of it in his mouth just as Chiron, now in his wheelchair, rolled into the room. "The boy will be fine Chiron. I will be here to look after him and it seems Isaac here can help me out for now so go tend to everything else." Chiron nodded hesitantly but rolled backout.

"Isaac my boy you asked Chiron about a healer. I think that would be best because we shouldn't feed this boy too much of the god's libations. Run along and bring us someone will you." Redwood asked to Isaac as a he took out a piece of ambrosia, placing it under the new boy's tongue. @Sedjwick

[Assistant]
Isaac once again nodded to the satyr and headed back out of the Big House. He decided to check the archery range since that was the most likely location for the children of Apollo. He found them practicing shooting at the targets while their counselor, Will Solace, helped individuals with aim, trajectory, or anything else they may have been struggling with. "Hey, Will, could I borrow one of your healers for a bit?" Isaac asked as soon as he got close enough. "We have a new camper unconscious in the Big House, and we're not quite sure what's going on with him."
Will looked back at the other campers, then called to one. "Justin! Could you go with Isaac to the Big House? Someone needs your help."
"Sure thing, mister boos man," a lanky teen answered.
Isaac explained what he knew to Justin, which admittedly wasn't much. "I found him unconscious on the top of Half Blood Hill, right next to Thalia's Pine. Chiron and Redwood were there and helped carry him to the Big House while I got a cot ready for him. I think Redwood or Chiron might have actually seen him get there, so they might know more. Redwood gave him some nectar and ambrosia, but last I saw he hadn't woken up yet." As he finished, his explanation, he brought Justin into the room where the unconscious camper was laying.@soren

[User]
"Ah good good. Thank you Isaac my boy. Justin is it? Yes well if you could see if there is anything else we can do for the boy or if it's just time that will tell us more then that would be helpful indeed." Justin got close at Redwood's instruction. Examining the boy he drew a breath and jerked back hard as mist began to curl out of his clothes. "Well I never..." Redwood stammered. "...he he can't be a monster we would have seen, right?" He asked the other two in shock.

Just them the boy's eyes fluttered open. His eyes were swirling with gray...mist but then he blinked and it went away. His eyes returning to normal the mist around him vanished as if it had never been there. "I'm certainly not a monster. I am a demigod and my name is Syrus and I am..." before he got to speak the next words a ghost like firey symbol blazed above his head. Twin torches side by side with what looked as if two conjoined human faces in the middle each looking at a torch. Once it vanished he spoke again. "...a son of Hecate." He laid back still feeling the drain on his power from earlier.

[Assistant] "Well, that was weird, even for Camp Half-Blood," Justin said as the boy suddenly woke up. "But he seems to be okay as far as I can tell." He then turned and addressed the boy. "Get some rest, and once you're feeling up to it, Redwood or someone will show you to your cabin and you can get settled."

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Lilith's dad hung out the window of his Limo as it drove away "I LOVE YOU LILY, DON"T FORGET TO WRITE!" he yelled.

She stood there at the side of the road waving till he was out of sight then pulled out the odd letter she'd received that if she'd not been hearing the whispers of her mom she'd have written off to some wack job crackpot; the fact that she tried out the pendant and grown wings and flew one night helped as well. On the last page was a set of instructions of how to find Camp Half/Blood that bid her to enter the heavy woods and walk towards the river.

It was a lovely place she walked through reminding her that New York wasn't just the city that bore the same name and had places of natural beauty still left. On her back she carried 47 pounds of clothing, shoes, Ipad, sleeping bag hammock, makeup, and sundries...oh and the over the top guitar (Guild D-55 acoustic). She had asked for one of his 75+ acoustics and he'd blown 6,000 + on the beautiful custom one she now had. She had to talk him out of stuffing two bundles of 100 dollar bills pointing out she still had her cards.

As she walked she felt the first twinge of homesickness mingled with the excitement of the unknown and first breath of being on her own. She wasn't afraid and knew that whatever happened she was ready for it as she hiked through the pines. Perhaps it was curiosity that made this all seem so interesting or the idea that she'd learn more about herself and how talents that had begun to surface worked and could be used.

It was while deep in thought she felt a slight sensation that was like walking through a spider's web of something else as intangible not realizing she'd walked through the barrier around the camp. So it was with a bit of surprise she suddenly heard people shouting, laughing and the strange sound of steel on steel as somewhere people were at sword practice.

She was supposed to look for Chriron a name she knew from the myths she'd studied was a centaur of no small renown. He was a teacher in the myths connected to Achilles, Actaeon, Ajax, Heracles, Oileus, Theseus and several other mythical hero of Greece. If it was the same Chriron then that would be impressive because it would make him at least 3, 000 years old give or take a century or two.

So spotting a worn path she decided to take it as the letter had said towards the river which though she couldn't see she could smell as a sweet scent of water ahead and the shadows of buildings hidden among the trees.

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[User]
Redwood had gotten the other boys to go away and had sat down talking to Syrus. They chatted for a good while about how he had survived all these years and that how it was rare for an Olympian to care for their children. Syrus pointed out that she wasn't the normal Olympian and Redwood agreed on that for sure.

Finally he got up and shook himself. "Well I feel alot better Redwood. I'm going to explore the camp. Don't worry about me finding the cabin. I know I don't have one. I'll find a place to bed down." Before Redwood could say anything else he walked out of the makeshift infirmary, through the big house and out the door. Once outside he looked up the hill seeing the statue. The shimmer around it wasn't visible to anyone but him. The shimmer was magic radiating off of it. The mist gave off nothing as it was a different kind of magic. He started off to the statue and when he reached it he saw a girl approaching. "Hey there need help with those bags?" @RumikoOhara

[Assistant]
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Lilith had been distracted by the arboreal life around her, the beauty of the forest and how well the structure blended with it all. Then she heard the voice of a young man and turned her gaze on him.

He appeared to be around her age with dark brown shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, and the wisps of a youthful beard; a potential heart breaker. He was obviously from lower middle class judging by his clothing and his smile appeared honest enough so she returned his greeting in a voice that was rich in feminine vocal tone and a gentle tempo.

"Hi, I'm Lilith Morgan daughter of Peitho a pleasure to meet you.
If it's not much trouble would you carry Debbie and direct me to whomever it is I must present myself to?"

She asked as if he were the only person either worthy or capable of taking the guitar case from her and should he then she would grant her everlasting thanks.

Her hair was nightblack silk and fell to the small of her back in waves, her eyes a deep dark blue, her words like poetry flowed from naturally full and lush lips; her beauty like that of the Daughters of Aphrodite even though she'd given the name of another goddess.

Around her throat on a platinum chain hung a powerful magical pendant that was wings forming a circle on her fingers were silver rings with sapphire, amethyst, and blue diamond. Her clothing was fresh and new fitting her so neatly even people who couldn't tell knew they'd been made to fit her body.

Normally a girl so dressed would have exuded an unapproachable air but not Lilith, she was almost inviting him to move closer without a word.

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The Willow Maiden
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[User] The power of her voice and words hit him all at once as he took the the guitar case from her. Mist spilled out of his hand then wiping it over his face he shook his head. "Wow you have quite the voice. I would have pegged you as Aphrodite or one of Apollo's brood but Peitho, never would have guessed that. I'm Syrus by the way, son of Hecate. Your ability caught me off guard but it's very interesting for sure." He fell in step beside her and smiled as they headed off towards the rest if canp.@RumikoOhara

[Assistant]
"Sorry about that, its one of the reasons I must attend Camp Half Blood.
When I get excited it slips into my mouth." said Lilith just before clearing her throat quietly after handing him her guitar.

Then she continued in a voice that wasn't her demigoddess talent but was still warm soft and inviting

"I got kicked out of my school for being the center of attention because of my voice; luckily the staff blamed it on my father's fame so it wasn't a nasty separation.

My mom whispered to me that my cabin like her shrines could be found secluded behind the cabin of the daughters of Aphrodite who are I guess cousins. But first I must present myself before the Dean, director, headmaster, or whomever is in charge of the camp; I'm sure that they wouldn't like my just plopping down and claiming space."

She smiles at Syrus her dark blue eyes sparkling with her inner excitement and her newest adventure

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Meet me on the battlefield
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[System]
Male, age 20 (Aug 11th)
Home: Thatcham, UK
Current Location: Abilene, TX, USA
5'10", athletic
Dyed red hair, brown eyes, & freckles. He usually wears a lot of leather + slim-fit pants, and has several ear piercings and a tongue piercing. He wears a lot of rings, too.
Biker aesthetic, owns a Kawasaki Ninja.

About:
Avery is from a wealthy family in south England. His sister left for the US about two years before he got his license at 16, and he hasn't seen her since. Holly the Banette was his starter. He moved to the US and finished school in New York, and takes online courses for a degree in zoology and is traveling the states.
Avery is one of the youngest Gym leaders in any Premier League, and is certainly the hardest. His ghost-type Gym is located in Tepoztlán, Mexico, the eighth and final Gym before the Central American Elite Four. He opens the Gym every fri-sun during October, November, and December as soon as the sun starts to set and accepts the last challenger two hours before sunrise. The Gym is a Aztec pyramid indistinguishable from other historic ruins. The inside is Day of the Dead – themed, with glow-in-the-dark paint, dim lighting, and handmade art and décor. While battling, Avery bears elaborate gemmed skull makeup and jewelry, and is typically shirtless with body paint, a large shoulder necklace, beaded harem-type pants, and combat boots.
Avery is currently in Texas, helping a college with natural collections. He received a banettite and mega bracelet from the head of collections of the Smithsonian.
Avery seems to radiate bad attitude, but he just has an intense rbf. He's very charismatic and has a smooth voice.
₽810,000

Cherry
Banette Lv. 68 3'11", 29.5lbs Female Insomnia (Mega: 4'03", 30.6lbs, Prankster ability)
Maverick
Houndoom Lv. 43 4'05", 72.2lbs Male Flash Fire
Teddie
Venomoth Lv. 62 4'11", 26.8lbs Female Tinted Lens
Max
Luxray Lv. 59 4'11", 101.8lbs Male Rivalry (Shiny)
Micah
Haxorus Lv. 63 6'7", 261.2lbs Female Unnerve (Shiny)
Fondant
Aurorus Lv. 61 9'00", 510.0lbs Male Snow Warning

Tepoztlán, Mexico
Ghost-Type Gym
Ossuary Badge
Lv. 53 Froslass
Lv. 53 Dusknoir
Lv. 54 Marowak
Lv. 55 Chandelure
Lv. 55 Banette (Mega)

[User]
"That son of a bitch..." Malcolm gritted his teeth. "Behind my goddamn back..."

Malcolm turned his back away from the male nurse, making his way to the door.

"Yeah you're right," Malcolm said, voice seething in rage. "That is a mistake. Sorry for bothering ya."

Malcolm made his way to the cold, but his burning temper kept him hot. He didn't know where he wanted to go, but he just walked until he found some reason to stop.

[Assistant]
Samantha smiled at Faye's enthusiasm. "I've only been a trainer for a few weeks. I don't know if I'm qualified to give anyone advice, but if I had to say something... maybe... your Pokedex. That thing can do almost anything. You can call for rides, answer help wanted adds, and ask it questions about pretty much anything. There's even a feature where you can name your Pokedex. I named mine Izzy. Once it has a name, you can say "Hey such and such", and it will listen to anything you have to say.

"And I haven't decided what my favorite kind of Pokemon to breed are yet. I only have five Pokemon so far... Hey, you wanna have a friendly battle? How many Pokemon do you have?"

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The car that arrived for Bryan was plain looking enough. It was solid white, but with the Pokemon Association's Logo on the hood of the car and on the roof. The man driving the car, stopped on the sidewalk right in front of Bryan and rolled down his window. "You Bryan, right!? I'm your ride! Hop in!"

Twenty minutes passed without much excitement or talking between the driver and Bryan. Traffic was horrible, but somehow the driver didn't seem bothered. He was a stone wall of no emotion.

The whole trip took 40 minutes, (only twenty minutes quicker than it would have been to walk). "This is you." The driver said over his shoulder. The courteous, obligatory smile on his face was fading fast.

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Malcolm was literally freezing to death. His stubbornness was the only thing keeping him moving. He hardly even noticed the car pull up behind him, until the blue lights flashed, and a spotlight was on him.

"Sir." The officer spoke out of his rolled down window. "You can't be out here in this weather. You'll die." Very carefully the officer got out of his car, and another officer got out of the passenger side. "Let me take you to the station. You can stay in holding till the sun comes up." The officer was careful not to approach to quickly or seem aggressive. His body was shaking in the cold, despite many layers.

[User]
That bastard... Going behind my back.. Malcolm thought to himself as he walked the streets of Casper, his rage fueling each step he took. He was too busy muttering to himself to notice the blue lights flashing behind him.

"Sir. You can't be out here in this weather. You'll die."

"Huh?" Malcolm turned towards the police officer. "Say what?"

"Let me take you to the station. You can stay in holding till the sun comes up."

"Oh no," Malcolm politely began, not wanting to anger the officer. "Thanks but I'm-"

But as Malcolm finished his sentence, the sensation of the freezing cold elements hit him all at once. The anger that was keeping him warm had melted at the police officer's kindness. He began shaking wildly, and grabbed the sides of his shoulders.

"E-e-e-xactly, yeah... Thank you..." Malcolm made his way to the cop car.

[Assistant]
To Faye that is very interesting and helpful, she pulls out her Pokédex and names it Savannah. She listen to Samantha and smiles, she puts her Pokédex back into her bag. She is happy that someone challenge her to a Pokémon battle, this will give her some condfence in herself to keep battling with her Pokémon.

"I only have two Pokémon but I accept your Challange."

[User]
Bryan's ride arrived within a few minutes of him requesting it. A plain, white, four-door decorated with the Pokemon Association's seal came to a stop at the curbside in front of him. The driver, all business, quickly beckoned Bryan into the vehicle. Complying, Bryan sat himself and buckled up in the back. For the duration of the drive, which took an oddly long time, based on Bryan's previous experience with riding through the city, was uneventful save for the traffic. The driver wasn't the talkative type, which suited Bryan, as he wasn't typically one to make conversation with people when they were focused on their work. The only activity over the course of the forty minutes that followed was Ev wandering about the back seat watching the people and other Pokemon along the streets as the car made its way through the city. Bryan spent the time doing the same, as well as observing Ev's reactions; Ev always proved a comfort to him, even in his worst of times.

If anything bad happens to you...

The car came to a stop outside of the hospital. The driver turned to Bryan. "This is you," the driver said.

Bryan noticed that the courteous smile that the man had been holding to was waning. Not keen on agitating his ride, Bryan began to unload from the car. Grabbing his backpack from the floor next to him, and calling for Ev he made his exit. "Thank you," he said to the driver as he exited the vehicle, discretely leaving leaving a ten dollar bill on the center console next to the driver once his back was turned again; he wasn't sure if it was typical to leave a tip for IPA drivers, but hoped that it would at least be taken as a good gesture of appreciation.

A minute later, Bryan was approaching the hospital's reception desk. "Good evening," he said to the receptionist. He presented his Trainer ID, setting on top of the desk. "Do you have any rooms available for a trainer and Pokemon?"

[Assistant]
The ride to police station was quiet, peaceful almost. When they made it to the station, the cops took Malcolm's belongings (including his Pokeballs) and checked them in at the front desk. They also gave him a pat down to be sure he wasn't carrying any weapons or hidden Pokeballs and had to have him take off his shoes (to everyone's dismay).

There wasn't a bed to sleep on in the holding room; it was just a wide open room with nothing in it but a bench that was attached to the wall and ran its entire length. There was no privacy either, as the doors and front wall were steel bars painted white, and the lights left no shadowy corner. In one of these well lit corners, a sleeping man with a rising and falling beer-belly would be Malcolm's temporary roommate.

Still, at least he wasn't out in the cold...

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"That's okay." Samantha answered back. "I spent the last few days camping by a river. I caught two Pokemon while I was out there. This will be their first battle." She then stood up from the table with her now empty tray. "Come on, there's a little park outside around the corner. I saw some people battling out there earlier. We better hurry, it's going to be to dark to see soon."

A few minutes later, the two trainers were outside. They stood across from each other on a grass field. "Come on out Clauncher!" Emerging from her Pokeball, the little Clauncher looked around, slightly confused, before realizing what was going on and snapping her claws together in anticipation. "She's not used to traveling by Pokeball yet. Anyways, who are you gonna use first?" Samantha smiled, wide and friendly.

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"Why yes we do." The kind lady behind the desk answered. She then took Bryan's trainer card for a quick scan. After scanning it, she came out from behind the counter and motioned for Bryan to follow. "Right this way." The lady then led Bryan to the nearest elevator, where she stopped and gave him general directions on how to get to his room. "Check out is at 1pm, unless your staying another night with us. Of course, like all Poke Centers, we have a two night maximum. Breakfast will start at 7am and stop at noon. And... yeah... That's pretty much it. Any questions?"

Bryan's room was on the tenth floor. It was small but cozy, and it had everything he needed. By all accounts, it was like any economy hotel room, including a shower, a TV, and a full size bed. It would be enough for him and his Pokemon.

[User]
06:22
Avery wakes with a start, momentarily confused at his surroundings. It takes him several minutes to remember the night before -- making it into a campsite, looking for a manager or counsellor, realizing that it was closed for the season, and giving up and sleeping there. He had pulled a tarp from his bike's storage unit and made a lean-to with it using the bike itself as an anchor. Coming back to himself, Avery crawls out of his blanket into the cold spring air. He stretches and lets out his team out one by one, greeted by groggy Pokémon. After they eat, he repacks his bike and calls them back to their Pokéballs.
"Two more hours," he reminds himself, muffled by the helmet. "Then, what, eight hours of work? That's fine. That's great."
Avery groans, but mounts his motorcycle and rolls out of the camp.
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Cold wind steals the trainer's breath as soon as he steps out of the warm Collections Building, and he sucks in a gasp.
"Fuck!"
He vows to buy a scarf, and speed-walks to the staff parking lot. A bit down the pavement, several underclassmen turn away, deterred by what looks like an absolutely livid expression on his face. In truth, he's just a little irritated, but his demeanour and facial features lend his reactions to be much more severe than they really are.
Once at his bike, Avery puts his helmet on and kicks off. Just turning a corner, he's able to see his destination – Hendrick Medical Centre. It's barely a two-minute drive, but it takes him a while to find the main building and park.
The Gym leader retrieves his bag out of his bike and pulls the strap over his shoulder, tugging his helmet off. Instead of locking it in his storage bin, he leaves it in-hand and enters the Pokémon Centre.
Avery walks up to the nurse at the desk and smirks, quirking a brow. His smooth south English accent reaches fairly clearly over the din of the main lobby. "Hello, handsome. Would you mind showing me to the overnight rooms?"


[System]
Age: 17

Occupation: Allen's parents send him money every month, so he can't be bothered to get a job.

Appearance: As far as boring people go, there's pretty much no one who looks the part more than Allen Kelly. With his average height, average weight and generally forgettable face, Allen's the type of guy who could sit next to you in class every day for three years, and you still probably wouldn't be able to recall his name on graduation day. That's alright, though. He's come to terms with his bland appearance.

Gift: Allen's always had something of an affinity with dead things. His powers were discovered on his fourth birthday, when his unfortunate mother walked into the kitchen to find that her young toddler had somehow managed to make his way onto the kitchen counter, and was making the chicken she was trying to cook for dinner dance a jig in the oven. Although his magical abilities didn't manifest in any particularly unique ability like an Esper's would, they always tend to work a little better when he's doing something that involves a dead body, or maybe a spirit or two.

Spells: Allen's spells are all tattooed onto his arms, because he's always been kind of forgetful, and it really wouldn't do for him to forget his spell book at home and end up getting into a bad situation. He's got a grimoire at home somewhere, too.
- Corpse Resurrection: Allen can resurrect and control up to three corpses (human or otherwise) at one time, to be used as distractions or, occasionally, shields. If the body is particularly fresh and he puts a lot of energy into it, he can make a dead body mimic life fairly effectively, but it takes a lot of concentration. He finds it much easier to just do things zombie-style.
- Spirit Drain: Allen can use dark magic to drain the life force of his target, rendering them tired and unable to concentrate, while bolstering his own mana reserves and energy. However, fully restoring his own health can take up to seven minutes of continuous concentration, which his opponent can disrupt by attacking him.
- Nightmare: Using this spell entraps Allen's opponent in a nightmare in which they are tormented by their own inner demons. The spell is more effective on people who have done things that they regret, but it can be broken by either forgiving one's self for whatever they are being tormented by, or outside interference.
- Dark Tendril: Allen can use solidified dark energy as a sort of sharp tentacle to stab his opponent. This is by far the easiest of his abilities to use, because it doesn't take much concentration, unlike his other spells.

School: Davies' School of Magecraft

Personality: The fact that he's a part-time necromancer and budding dark mage isn't really something that Allen likes having publicized. As far as people go, Allen's politer and friendlier than most: he just happens to really, really like dark magic. Despite his somewhat sketchy interests, however, Allen's really a very normal guy, and honestly quite forgettable. He's a little scatter-brained and tends to forget things, but he generally tends to be quite organized. He shies away from large gatherings of people, mostly because when there's someone more interesting available to talk to, people tend to ignore his existence.

Biography: Allen's parents, a pair of wealthy entrepreneurs, discovered his powers very early on in life, in a strange incident involving a dancing chicken carcass. Growing up, he was most firmly assured that having necromancy-inclined magical abilities most certainly did not mean that he was evil or a devil worshipper or any such rot, and as such, Allen had an incredibly normal childhood. At the age of fourteen, he was sent off to Academy City to train his powers, and has been there ever since.

[User]
At the arrival of an excited Kanako, Touji turned around, his arms filled with snacks and whatnot that he gathered while she was in the weapon's demonstration. "Oh, you becoming an enforcer? Sounds dangerous." Taking a sandwich and eating it whole in a single bite, he continued on speaking after that. "Are you sure a dimwit like you can hold a gun well enough? It'd be a tragedy if you dropped your gund because of your ability." Of course, while he sounded rude and carefree, he was just expressing his worry, twisted as it may be, though, to be honest, it was worry for everyone around her and she herself.

Still, the next thing he saw, was Kanako happily sending mails to other people in her phone. Munching on some kind of bread enxt, Touji peeked over to see what she was writing. "You dragging other people into your craziness too? Enforcers should start giving away safety vests with you around." Giggling slightly, Touji finally thought it'd be just common courtesy oferring something to Kanako. Maybe having something in her stomach might make her think somewhat clearer.

"Want some? I can get plenty more later." He showed Kanako his whole assortment of food, so she could pick something. "So, what next? Do we skip class again or something? Regardless, I need some serious sleep."

[Assistant] Mikhail was in the midst of rearranging all of his luggage on his back so he wouldn't drop a bag every ten seconds during the long trek that it was to his flat when his attention was grabbed by a rather odd sentence. The red haired boy turned only to be greeted by the sight of a girl a foot shorter than her. He stared at the girl in silence for a few moments as he had to replay the sentence again a few times in his head to get its meaning, he wasn't use to listening to German accents. "Oh, you want to know where ya room is?" He said before he scratched his chin and looked over his shoulder back at the city. "Yeah I suppose I could point ya in the right direction. Do you have an address or anything already lass? He asked hoping that this would go smoothly, though knowing his own luck Mikhail doubted that.

[User]
"Are you sure a dimwit like you can hold a gun well enough?" Touji said. "It'd be a tragedy if you dropped your gun because of your ability."

Kanako giggled. "Aw, are you worried about me?" she cooed. "I'll be fine! I'm going to learn how to get super awesome with the gun!"

"You dragging other people into your craziness too? Enforcers should start giving away safety vests with you around," Touji said, upon seeing her texting.

Well, Kanako was, in fact, doing just that. When Touji offered, she happily accepted a box of Pocky, which she tucked into her pocket.

Taro had just texted her! And, hey, the idea of him becoming an enforcer too... that was pretty cool! She hurriedly texted him back, and then put her phone away. It was kind of rude to text someone else while talking to Touji.

"Ahhhhh," she hummed. "If you're sleepy, you might as well skip! It's not like we're doing anything important on the first day, anyway. Or you could go home and sleep. Or something. You stayed up all night for Chiyo-chan, right? I have to meet that guy after classes, though, so I can't skip with you today..."

She stretched, feeling rather pleased. She'd asked that guy to meet her in front of her classroom, so she'd better head back to classes. "Well! I have to go back to class, I guess, but I'll text you later! And I'll tell you how it goes!"

She started heading back to the classroom.

[Assistant]
So, as Eri woke up from her deep sleep, my excuse she noticed she had missed the whole meeting thing. She honestly didn't care much, but she remembered that class was still going on.

She noticed she had a text, and that it was from Kanako. She read it slowly, and was quite surprised. She made a quick reply.

She then quickly put her phone away to not get caught by the teacher.
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Moecue Kotono.

During her Anima Magic class at Seventh Sanctum, Kotono was paying very close attention. She wanted to be able to use magic in both Light Magic and Anima Magic successfully. She may have had Thoron, but that was a slow spell and took way to much of her energy to use more than 2 times.

Today, they were talking about Fire Magic. They taught the basics, such as what different types of Fire Magic is useful for. One of the spells created a pillar in front of the caster, to force opponents to step back. She supposed that would be useful.

At the end of class, they gave every student a book about Fire Magic to look at and study with. In the hall, Kotono decided to go to her next class (after putting things in her locker, of course).

And that's the opener for Moecue- I mean, Kotono.

[User]
After grabbing a box of pockys, Kanako decided to bail on him and go back to the classroom. He was partly suggesting that they skip together, but since she didn't seem to take the hint, or didn't want to do so, at the very least. "Ehhh? C'mon, don't leave me alone. I'll die from loneliness like a rabbit if you leave me alone!" Touji hurried after Kanako. He wanted to sleep, but he wasn't about to be all alone like that. He didn't like being left alone for a lot of time. It got boring, having no one he could pester around. Or talk to for that matter.

"If you are so eager to go, then I'm going with you. Just to make sure you don't kill anyone, or yourself." Touji said, making up his mind to go with Kanako after school was done with. Well, at the very least, he had something to do now, for the rest of the evening. It was dangerous, yes, but it was something to do, contrary to what he would have done had he gone straight to his house. He had the day free from work, after all.

[Assistant]
"Oh, you want to know where ya room is?" the now obviously Irish peer said before he scratched his chin and looked over his shoulder back at the city. "Yeah I suppose I could point ya in the right direction. Do you have an address or anything already lass? "

"Vell..... That is vhere I have the.. problem." she pointed to the paper detailing her living quarters. It read: Section B of District 7 of the Naval Studies Region. Room Number 4775 Arkillia Academy Dormitories, quadrant 4. She looked back at the student and shook her head. "This is very confusing, is it not? It seems so unnecessarily messy, as if it is a test itself on my navigational skills. Very little to work with here in this foreign land when it comes to navigating to specific districts, regions, sections, or vhatever seems to classify as an 'address' on this chaotic island." Aya was, needless to say, barely keeping up the dike that was now holding back her building frustration and rage as a result to her understandably exhausted position. For the Irishman's sake, she better be home soon.

[User]
Taro got another text from Kanako and started seriously considering his options. Well, really, there wasn't much of one. He'd get paid for being an enforcer, first of all. More than being a grocery store employee, at least. He had been planning to join the enforcers sooner or later, so it wouldn't jar his ambitions or anything. And besides, his current boss was kind of annoying. Also, he assumed he could be a part time enforcer, which meant that he could still possibly do the grocery store job and get those handy discounts as well as having some more income...

Alright, that settle it. Taro thought.
For friendship and money, he'd become an enforcer. He decided to take a little detour from his walk home to the nearest enforcer office to sign up. He didn't know what exactly he needed, but he technically had all his credentials. ID, credit card and his bow (in case he needed to make badass shots) were all on him.

Taro walked through the doors of the enforcer office, near the bakery down the road from his house, and walked through the sliding doors, pacing towards the reception desk.
"Hey, I wanna be an enforcer." He said to the receptionist.

[Assistant] Mikhail's emerald eyes glazed over for a moment as the short girl began her slight spiel. He had never been very good with accents, which made going to school over seas quite the challenge, and he had just now started to get the hang of understanding Japanese accents, but this new thick German one was kicking his but in understanding. After hat must of been a truly awkward moment of silence Mikhail had to shake his head to pull himself out of the fog that his got stuck into from decoding the girl's words. "Uhhhh yyyyyeeeeaaahhh... testing yer navigating right. I don't know about all that lass, but I know where yer place is, it is smashed in with all the other Knight dorms. He said before he let out a yawn and rolled his neck. "I can show ya how to get there, I have to trek out that way myself anyway to get to my flat." He added as he looked back to the girl.

[User]
Wow, Touji wanted to come with her! Awesome!

"Wow, thanks!" she exclaimed, falling back into step with him as they headed back to the classroom. "Aw, Touji, we're best friends! I'd never leave you alone! But even if I did, you have Chiyo-chan to keep you company, huh?"

Touji would just have to sleep in class, she supposed.

By the time class was over, she was a bundle of nerves. Well, she was definitely hyped up about learning how to use a weapon, but at the same time… what if she wasn't what they wanted? Actually, scratch that. With her shoddy ability, there was no way she'd be what they wanted. But what if she was so far from what they wanted that they told her to leave or something?

Well, she'd at least get her money's worth (except that she hadn't paid any money) and make sure that they taught her how to use a weapon before they kicked her out, rather than after the fact.

With that thought in mind, she settled in outside the classroom to wait for the Enforcer boy to show up. He was supposed to show her to the Enforcer compound, right? And surely he wouldn't mind if Touji tagged along too!

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Meanwhile, Allen was wandering around Arkillia Naval Academy and generally making a nuisance of himself. It kind of helped that he had such a forgettable face that people didn't seem to notice that he definitely wasn't a knight, much less a student here.

After wandering around for a bit, however, he started spacing out. The Academy's scenery was pretty cool, but it wasn't that interesting… which was why he ended up walking right into some German girl with a whole lot of luggage. The force of the impact knocked him right on his ass, where he sat for a moment, feeling kind of dazed.

Finally, he stood up. "Um, sorry!" he said apologetically. "Didn't mean to do that."


[System]
Appearance: Alex is about 5'11" and is as you see him. He engages in regular exercise and is fairly fit despite what people may think. He isn't some scrawny nerd, even if he is only human.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Skills: Alex isn't quite the business man his father is, nor does he seem to possess the same will to fight crime and do the whole hero thing. Still, as a human, Alex's skill set consists of the following:
1) Super-Genius Class Intellect: Self explanatory. Right??
2) Expert Engineer: He is an excellent engineer and mechanic capable of fixing almost any, if not all machinery.
3) Expert Tactician: He is a brilliant tactician capable of quickly formulating battle strategies and new plans if the situation changes, like being able to elaborate different complex plans in order to defeat different enemies in difficult situations, and be victorious.
4) Skilled Combatant: He has received training in unarmed combat from Captain America, Black Widow, and Black Panther thanks to Rhodey. Thus, he has become quite physically formidable on his own when the situation demands it.
5) Trained Marksman: He knows how to handle firearms, mainly the ones he or his father has produced.
6) Multilingual: Apart from English, Tony can speak different languages, including Japanese, Russian, Spanish, and others.
Powers: Because he is a human, Alexander doesn't have any biological superpowers, nor has he been enhanced in any real way. Thus, his only power would come from using an Ironman suit.
Personality: I want to RP it.
History: Alexander is the son of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. However, due to certain circumstances, his mother had gone missing when he was a baby. Because of this, Tony thought it best to leave the child in the protective custody of his best friend, James Rhodes. Because of this, even though Tony would send gifts and money when he could, he wouldn't visit to avoid his son's presence being found out. Alex, being a child, never really got it. And understood even less when his father continued to leave things like this even as he got older. He began to see Rhodey as more of a good role model and father figure. Part of him wanted to understand what Tony was doing, but he still began to resent the man. He could have done something. it felt like he was pawning him off to Rhodey for no reason other than he didn't want all the responsibility to himself. These among other things is why he sees himself a bit more as a Rhodes than a Stark. But he is just a teenager. He's yet to learn various things.
Other: I don't know. I feel like this could have been better. the history I mean lol...

[User] "She did. I might have even started to love her." Tristan said as he turned to leave. "But I don't think I can go back to New York just yet. I ended up with a few new abilities. Might need to stick around here for a while until I learn to control them. Besides, my current doctor is here." He said quickly changing the subject. "Anyway. I'll leave ya to it. But give signal or something if ya need help." He said before jumping off the building and swinging off. Of course, he wasn't going back yet. He figured he could find a crime or two to stop. Little crimes that might not show up on a police scanner.

[Assistant] Abi blushed under her mask. When he left she took her mask off and put her face in her hands. "Dammit Tristan your making this harder for me. How much longer are you going to be here. I don't know how much longer I can keep the secret from you. Stupid pest." She said. Abi decided that tonight she just walk through the alley ways looking for small crimes instead of the big crimes. Abi got up returning her mask to her face and hiding her bag. She jumped off to the ground and started walking around aimlessly.

[User]
Not long after leaving Spider-man heard a scream. "Yup. Just like a thought." He said as he came to the alley the scream came from. This situation was deja vu. Two guys. One girl. She was terrified. They were cocky. Like they would never be stopped or caught. Too bad he was here. "Yo guys. Why not leave the girl alone?" He asked as he landed behind them. The girl looked relieved. "Get out of here punk!" One shouted as he threw a punch back. Spidey easily caught it. "Nah." He said as he before the guy screamed. He hadn't done anything tho... Wait... There was blood. He lifted his hand. Talons? Fuck. He'd been careless.

"Sorry about that. Kind of getting a handle on my new..." He immediately needed to flip backwards avoiding a kick. "Got a little skill there huh?" He chuckled before landing and throwing a punch. "Bad thug." He joked as he hit him and subsequently kicked the other as he got up and attempted an attack. He easily knocked each out. "You alright?" He asked the girl. "You should get out of here." He said. She nodded after answering and soon left. "Wonder what else I can stop." He said with a smile under his mask.

[Assistant] Luna had watched him from the shadows. She decided to follow him for the time being because too much crime fighting could be bad for her side.

[User]
As he left Tristan knew he was being followed. Still, he didn't say anything. The pursuer wasn't particularly dangerous. Spider Sense would have alerted him. That night he must have stopped twenty-three crimes in progress. Little things. It was a good night. He was getting a better grip on what he was good at and what needed work. So he could talk to the doctor, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Peter and MJ tomorrow. "Better call it a night." He said before heading back to his hotel room.

------------------------The Next Day------------------------

Tristan woke up. After he'd gotten back he waved to his pursuer and then closed his balcony window. Seeing as how nobody came in after, he assumed it was fine to go to sleep. Which he did, after taking off the suit. He was in his underwear now. "Right..." He yawned before he heard a knock. He opened it. It was a maid. She blushed seeing him. He apologized and asked her to give him a moment, which of course, she did. He quickly got dressed and hid his Spider-Man uniform away in his book bag. After that he let her in so she could clean and went to see Peter and MJ. It took a little while of convincing but he got them to a point where revealing his powers and the fact that he'd need to stay in Miama for a while was okay.

They went to see the doctor after that. Peter offered to come, but Tristan didn't want him to have to leave MJ. And asking them to uproot their lives would be dumb since he would be returning to New York after he got settled. They spent the rest of their vacation together with him going on each night to patrol and get a feel for his abilities and Miami as a whole. And that was the end of it.

------------------------Two Months Later------------------------

Tristan had gotten a small apartment and was going to school. He had been approached for a few clubs and extracurriculars, but he never joined. He did however, often help various groups with whatever he could. Whether they were girls teams or boys teams, if it was a request he could handle he did it. Then he had his after school job. He couldn't have Peter and MJ pay for everything. Things were rather casual. He couldn't really complain especially when he'd gotten so much better at using his powers, the new ones especially.

Often he'd run into Luna. She was so familiar. Most nights he had to stop himself from calling her Abi. But she was dead. There was no way. So he usually ended up sulking for a good amount of the night. In this time though he'd gotten himself into the small habit of having a drink here and that. Never when he was going out of course. Besides, even if he got drunk, he would get over it much quicker than the average person due to his healing ability. It wasn't like he was an alcoholic.

Today marked his second month in Miami. He had woken up, made himself some breakfast, and had gotten himself to school. He was currently walking down the hall heading to his classroom. He said hi to people, and waved to others, a smile on his face. And soon he'd be at class. It was kind of easier here. Nobody really knew him so the whole nerd act wasn't needed.

[Assistant]
(I'm going to call Abi Lydia for the time being while I post)

Lydia opened her eyes as the morning sun streamed in through her window. Last night had been hell. The police are giving her more hell now that Spiderman is in their city. Originally they just tolerated her vigilante acts because it did help the city while causing destruction and unwanted help. Now with Spiderman, being more of a well known liked superhero, around they despised her even more wanting to just have her in chains. The police were chasing her more and even have been shooting at her, in harmless locations of course, in order to slow her down. Why not just tranqualizer guns you may ask. Who the hell knows?! By Lydia was exhausted now and it showed.

Lydia forced herself out of bed and she took a quick shower before putting on makeup to make herself look less tired and to cover up the bruise on her cheek from a fist fight with a perp. That's another problem she was having now. The stupid spider sticking around was becoming a distraction. I mean it was the guy she cared for majorly that she had run away from. He was just making himself known in her territory. Lydia shook her head breaking her thoughts from Tristan.. again. She got dressed in an over-sized green sweater and black jeans with black cargo boots. Her dyed jet black hair still pretty wet as she left for school. She walked into school and then straight to her class sitting at her assigned spot at the middle of the room next to the window. She stared out the window waiting for the class to begin.

[User] Tristan had gotten to class. He'd been placed in the Doctor's class by S.H.I.E.L.D. and always sat in the back. He wasn't tired in particular, but he wasn't particularly active either. He answered questions when called on otherwise he laid low and took notes. Neat notes. Anyone cool learn about this stuff with his notes. Math, English, Science, all of his notes for the various classes were immaculate. He let out a small yawn not paying particular attention to anyone.

[Assistant] Lydia listened throughout the class trying hardest not to fall asleep, it was not easy. Not one bit. She heard the bell ring and she quickly rushed to the library for her free period.

[User] Tristan had packed up a bit early having finished his notes himself. He only listened to confirm he was right, which he was. And without anything else he left for his next class Passing Lydia. "Oh hey." He said with a smile before going in the opposite direction to head to where he needed to be.

[Assistant]
Lydia sat in her classroom, the time just a bit after one. All was peaceful for the students until a loud bang was heard followed by a crashing sound as if the roof just collapsed in the middle of the hallway. Shortly following that a high pitch scream sounded. Everyone shot up and ran towards the door, Lydia near the front. In the middle of the hallway was a man who was burnt and had metal in him. He looked like a monstrosity, he was basically a monster now. He looked at all the students and opened his mouth, "WHERE IS THE ONE WHO HAS RADIATION COURSING THROUGH THEM?! WHERE IS THE ONE CALLED RAD GIRL!" He roared out trying to pinpoint what he needed. He needed to fuel his new body with radiation and he had tracked radiation to the school. He had found Abi.

Lydia kept a blank face as she ran with the crowds from him. She turned a corner and went to her locker. She grabbed what she needed and went into the Janitors closet throwing on her wig, putting in her contacts and putting her costume on. She hid her backpack with her clothing under a bucket. She grabbed her sword and ran through the crowds towards the monster. He was trying to grab students to see if they had radiation in them and he needed to be stopped. Luna watched as a girl tripped over rubble and twisted her ankle. The man/monster looked at her and roared in anger knowing she didn't have any radiation in her. He was going to slam his fist down on the innocent girl when he felt his hand clash with Luna's sword. Luna pushed his hand off of her sword and stood in front of the girl protectively as he tried to slam his fist down again. "Come on spidey. I know you are here, I need you to get this girl out of here so I can fight him." She muttered to herself as she withstood the weight and pressure from his metal arm pushing down on her sword.

[User] "Sorry ugly. Hate to break it to ya, but Rad girl's kinda gone." Spider-man said as he swung just over Abi kicking the monster square in the chest sending him flying back a bit. "Yo Luna. How have ya been? Getting work done I hope." He said calmly. He noticed the girl. "Maybe you should get her out of here. And come back and help. It'll be better for your image. Maybe get the boys in blue off your back every once in a while." He said with a slight chuckle completely prepared for another attack.

[Assistant]
The monster growled and pounced towards spiderman. "No I tracked her gamma radiation to here." He growled throwing a punch.

Luna nodded and grabbed the girl carrying her out since she was too scared to walk. Luna walked to an ambulance and set her down before running past the cops that finally noticed her back into the school and to spiderman.

[User] Tristan grit his teeth under his mask. "I'm telling you she's gone!" He threw himself back as if he were going to do a back flip. However, rather than flipping he kicked upwards aiming at the beast of a man's chin.

[Assistant]
"Well maybe your wrong spiderboy." The monster said as he was kicked. He didn't move all but a step backwards his head as he reached to grab spidermans leg at the same time he was kicked. At the same time Luna ran in and got a punch in with half her strength causing him to lose balance and miss grabbing spiderman.

"Hit him again while he's off balance." Luna said pulling her sword back out at the same time.

[User] Wrong? Could Tristan have been wrong? But... Abi had died... Didn't she? For a moment he was out of it until he heard Lydia. No... Abi? No... Luna... Fuck this guy was getting to him. Still, he landed and soon was off the ground again this time kicking the guy in the face while he was off balance.


[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

[User]
Kaito looked on as Yvonne smashed someone's jaw in with her mace, while Chounan was decapitating the captain with a quick slash of his Katana. And this all happened right after Jazdia had blown a few of the thugs to pieces. It made the fox wonder if he should have killed that thug instead of making him throw away his weapons and have him run for his life.

The Kitsune looked around and noticed that they had gained control of the courtyard. The Black Serpent members that had been present outside had all been taking care off and his group did not seem to have sustained any injuries. So far the operation went well. However inside the headquarters there might be more thugs waiting for them. The explosion in their courtyard should have been heard by the ones inside.

Kaito made his way back to Jazdia as it was time to start the next phase.. "That went pretty smooth so far. Can you see what awaits us inside? I can go in as the captain if needed." Spoke Kaito as he pointed at the bodiless head of the man Chounan had just killed.

[Assistant]
"That went pretty smooth so far. Can you see what awaits us inside? I can go in as the captain if needed."

Jazdia walked closer to the door and activated her eyes. "There is no need for that. The upper floors were empty, and all activities seemed to be concentrated in the basement. The passage to reach the place was a straight line downward. Aisles and slope stairs with several rooms on the left and right. The opposition was minimal. Anything beyond that is still unknown."

The group entered the place, and as the sun rose behind them, their sky was fading as they went deeper.

And indeed no one challenged them. The passage was large, sufficiently lit, and rather clean. The rooms Jazdia described were barred from the outside. Devoid of lives save several flares of life force that deteriorate slowly. At the end of the aisle was a large metal door that stood unguarded, but no one couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was waiting for them.

As they walked closer, the boisterous noise of cheering audiences could be heard. Jazdia activated her eyes again. Whatever behind that door was a distorted image, blurry and sometimes dark. The place was crowded, with many voices; men, women, gruff, meek and booming. Amidst the chaos, she saw a glimpse of a man with a prominent jawline and long gray hair, sitting proudly on his throne.

"There was a barrier that repelled my power, but it was incomplete."

She took a deep breath, already feeling the strain when she tried to bypass the interference.

"But I see our man. He is there..."

[User]
The entire place was devoid of life. Fucking weird, that's what. Those idiots outside in the courtyard could've completely entrench themselves in here and that'll actually buy some time but nooo. They stand around outside with their thumbs up their arse and any hope of resistance distingetrate within seconds.

Yvonne didn't like how this looks.

"Why is it barred from this side? Big man locked himself in there?" The mercenary strode forward, carefully testing the slab of wood. It wouldn't budge easily. "This smells rotten, but even if there's trap we still need to get in there yeah? Your call, boss."

Glancing around a side room, Yvonne procured a table which she dragged to the corridor and overturned on its side, forming a makeshift barrier right before the metal door. If nothing else it'll provide some arrow cover if the nature of the trap was mundane men, but she really doubt that'll be the case.

[Assistant]
[GM Post]

The party was roused at the crack of dawn by a red-eyed Matilda, who seemed like she barely got a wink of sleep overnight. Thanks to Cedar and Anderson's effort they managed to restore the saddles into working condition. While setting off for Hdur immediately was preferable, doing so on empty stomach would benefit no one - thus a quick ride back to the camp where breakfast was prepared and food supply stocked as quickly as possible before the departure.

"May you have an eventful trip, Ser and Madam." Anderson saluted at the departing party, now one man less than when they came. "If I find anything I'll send a messenger."

The sun still hung low in the east when the party departed. Cedar's figure would've been an eye-catching one under normal circumstances, but thankfully the traffic between Hdur and the royal forest was practically nonexistent. Cant be conspicuous if there's no one to spot him be inconspicuous.

*****

The village of Hdur was a relatively prosperous one, though still quite some way from growing into a town. Sitting in a fertile lowland with easy access to a forest for hunting nearby, a sizeable bog was discovered not long after the village was settled. This lead to a particularly important export of relatively cheap iron products, for the bog turned out to be a very rich source of bog iron.

That said, agriculture still remain the largest portion of the populace. Grain field and vegetable patch and pastures and cattle pens spread out from the farms like gigantic spiderweb, no sign of planning in their placement. At the center of the village was the square, one one side was the tavern that doubled for inn while opposite of it sat the smithy side by side to the ore smelters and the fletcher. On the far side of the village where the lowland gently slope into a small hill sat the lord's manor, a knight by the name Sir Rabe who governed with surprising competence contrasting the man's complete lack of ambition.

The entire place was a picture of idyllic countryside, their walls barely qualify as fences to keep wild animals out. Now, where should the investigation begin?

[User]
"Hmmm. When it comes for a risk. It will be my pleasure." Chounan spoke up to everyone.

The ronin went ahead Yvonne and stick near on the metal door. Chounan used his Ki to activate his inner self improving his senses on the surrounding for the greater effectiveness. The Ki-sensing detected the ambushers' breathing, fast heartbeats and their stances with the shaking from the long period of time holding of their weapon. He prepared his shurikens that match the number of the ambushers.

As the metal door slowly open, Chounan quickly slipped inside on the sufficient gap between the door and door jamb. Everything become slow mo on Chounan's surrounding, he quickly readied his shurikens to hurled pricely onto the first ambusher who was the fastest to respond then continuously hurling precisely until the slowest responder. As he hurled the last piece, he dove onto the ground to rolled to the nearest toppled table for cover. He readied his bow to protect Yvonne and the rest of the team from the unwanted with an accurate shooting while in crouching position.

[Assistant]
"But I see our man. He is there..."

Jazdia hadn't finished her report when the Rosenving Daughter flipped a table and make a barrier. While Chonan... well the oriental man was not content with just preparing.

"Hmmm. When it comes for a risk. It will be my pleasure." He announced. Despite his calm disposition, his words were laced with unadulterated excitement. He moved forward, opened the door, and slithered in.

"No! Wait!"

It was the first time Jazdia raised her voice since the operation began, and she immediately followed inside. A sharp groan of agony assaulted her hearing when she entered the room, then the sounds of whimperings and gasps. A silhouette in the shape of a human was slumped, followed by a thud.

The room was dark, the torches were extinguished, leaving two spheres of ember glowing in the haunting darkness. When Jazdia reignited them and brought back the lights into that room, the atrocities became apparent.

The room was separated in two. The first section had a stone beam directly facing the door. On that beam chained two humans. One human was dead, a shuriken embedded on his forehead. The other human, a female, had a throwing star stuck on her neck, and her body was spasming. The last Shuriken landed on an unused pillory.

'Please! Please have mercy!" cried one of the slaves as the light from the torches revealed their faces. In the corner of the room was a large cage with eight humans imprisoned inside. Males, females, and children, all mixed in one place. Their condition ranges from malnourished, to injured and mentally broken.

One of the younger slaves reached out, showing her hand with three stumped fingers. "It hurts! I want to go home! Ma! I will behave! Ma!"

[User] The ronin fell into unexpected trap. His emotionless brought into a surprise reaction. Forcefully kneeled himself on the floor. His shaking hand and loud panting will be noticed. He grabbed his katana and stick into his neck, it was just amount for him to cut his head but the whole body was paused. His life energy turn into an overflowing presence of Shura. His conscious is lost, something is controlling him. This something made his body stood up and keep the katana. A grinned on his face and the body is heading where the Geralt located.

[Assistant]
Door was opened. Exotic guy went in. Sparky followed, clearly worrying over something. Then there's noises of things dying with distinct lack of weapon clash. Yvonne was only a moment late to the entrance, fully expecting to be greeted with quarrels but there's no resistance.

No, there couldn't even be any resistance. Sparky lit up the room to reveal the slave holdings, likely low-quality goods from how they're mistreated. Yvonne's nose wrinkled in distate at these people, noticing the corpse and a soon-to-be corpse that was definitely killed recently. She spared the adventurer a sympathetic glance.

"You couldn't have known, mate." So that's why the place's barred from the outside. Which lead to the question, where's their target and what he's doing locking himself in here? "Let's keep going, boss. We cant afford the delay."

Whether it was trust or carelessness, the mercenary failed to notice her ally's transformation behind her.

[User]
Jazdia was furious. For a split second, she considered the option to plant an arrow on this man's knee and drag him out to be judged. Seeing the dead again, her heart sank, and she felt cheated, her idealism shaken to the core. No matter how to look at it, their operation had costed innocent lives. How could she claim the moral high ground after this?

"On your feet!"

Even when the elf grabbed the samurai by his collar, she was still torn between continuing this mission or bringing this man into the light. Nah... it was too late for that. Now was the time to think pragmatically, but for pity's sake, she hoped the man would show some remorse.

"Hey Samurai! Chonan!"

But the man was in a... psychedelic mess he kept grinning from ear to ear. Yet his eyes were empty, and he trembled as if being overpowered by a mysterious being.
Jazdia, who had no time to deal with this kind of bullshit finally had had enough and punched the man square on his lower jaw.

"Enjoying too much killing aren't you? It's their blood in your hand! Shouldn't you at least feel sorry about it?!"

She had no idea if that punch was enough to mend her ire, or to make Chonan return to his sense. Something very wrong was at play here, and Jazdia, in anticipation clutched the handle of her long knife.


[System]
character sheet:
appearance:
Young man with what apear to be the tatoos of veins running over the skin of his entire body as far as can be seen. But they are not in the veins of a human, something quite different, and they are brown in color. His palms and fingers are nearly completely covered with intersecting circles. On his face the lines seem to flow from his eyes like a line of tears that then branch over his head which can be seen through very short dark hair on the sides of his head. The top of his head has a little longer brown hair naturally stylish as it swoops off a bit to one side.
age: 24
bio: Andrew was never one to stay close to home. Nor to have close friends on his travels. But he managed to get too close to a sorcerer's bad side, and it's been mysery ever since. He retreated into his Castle, tried to be discrete, but it's obvious he gets out. He has killed people, he horrifies himself, and burns all that remains but it can't take the memories. The last thing he wants is someone making his life even harder.
other

[User]
Angel stopped in her tracks. She narrowed her eyes. She looked at the villagers who had spoken. She did not look happy, not at all. She pulled something out of her pocket and tossed it at them. It was a piece of the creatures' fur that had been stuck to her right after it was disposed of.

"Does that remind you of anything?!"

She sighed.
"This man did not have fur, but the creature i found did! It would appear there was a case of mistaken identity! This man was simply under a curse while the real monster roamed about, letting him take the blame! Now quiet yourselves before you cause yourselves more stress! please."

She turned away and kept walking.

[Assistant] A knife glinted in the sunlight as one of the villagers pulled it from his pocket. It was safer to be sure, to be rid of Andrew too. On hunting trips he had seen Andrew drain an animal of life. Andrew could not be allowed to live, though he may have convinced Angel otherwise. The villager aimed his knife at Andrews back.

[User]
Angel saw that. She pulled out one of her weapons and aimed it towards the man.

"Drop the weapon unless you want to be in a fight that you can not win. I have hunted more vicious creatures in a single month than you have in your entire life."

She was serious in her warning.

[Assistant]
The villager was beyond trusting Angel. He stared her down and did not drop his weapon.

Andrew came and stood by Angel's side. "He has no reason to trust me. I was a monster. I couldn't stop myself from killing everything I touched. Until she saved me. She killed the forest creature. She risked her own life to save me, and saved me in more ways than one. I'm human, the curse is broken. And I lived, because of her."

Andrew reached out a hand to Angel's, to show the village he was harmless. He also pushed gently to hint that he thought she should lower her sword. "You don't have to protect me forever you know." He whispered loud enough for her ears only.

[User]
Angel sighed.

"It is not a lesson about trust. He needs to learn that not everything is a danger in general. Paranoia can cause ones destruction as much as anything else. Besides...."

She looked at Andrew.

"He needs to learn self-preservation as well. This behavior can cause trouble for himself."

She almost lowered her weapon.

[Assistant]
"I don't want them to be paranoid or afraid of me, I want them to trust..." Andrew's reply was cut short.

That one particular villager had decided to take advantage of the situation and take the risk. He rushed forward raising his arm to stab his knife into Andrew.

[User] Angel nodded at first. But, she saw the villager move out of the corner of her eye. She gasped and jumped in front of him. She found herself not wanting Andrew to get hurt.

[Assistant]
Andrew was surprised by the sudden movent and could only watch in horror as the knife moved forward Angel.

The knife, though missing its original target, was still swift. The villager tried to move his hand to one side, but not enough to entirely miss Angel due to his own movements.

[User] Angel ended up being hurt a bit. She winced. But, she did not move. She would soon approach the man. Her eyes were narrowed.

[Assistant]
The man stammered something, loosing his resolve at Angel's approach. Someone behind him grabbed his shoulder and pulled his arm so he stepped back. The tension of a fight releasing as he dropped his knife on the ground in front of Angel. He didn't like this situation at all, was afraid of both of them now, but there was little he could do since she had a mind to stop him.

"I'm going home." Andrew said turning to leave again and walking the road up to his castle. He didn't need to stay here and cause more problems for Angel to protect him from. He listened for anyone coming with him. He had to admit, listening for Angel's footsteps.

[User]
"How...would....you all feel if....you had been...in his position? Think for once will you?!"
Angel managed to speak while wincing.

"How could you all be selfish? If I was cold and kept to myself, part of it was so no one else could be hurt. My own parents were killed by the beast for Pete's sake! Andrew was not said beast. He was nice to me despite how i treated him. If you have any hearts, or even any brains for that matter, you will change your attitudes this instant!"

She turned and left, holding her arm. She found herself following after Andrew.

[Assistant]
The townspeople murmured, some agreeing and nodding their heads, others not as sure and watching with relief as Angel left town.

When the familiar footfalls sounded behind him, Andrew stoped to wait. He half turned and smiled at Angel. His smile faded at the sight of blood on her arm and he was walking back to her the next moment. He tore another strip of cloth from his shirt that had been used to bind several of their injuries in the past days.

"Here, let's get that taken care of before you get lightheaded. You alright?" He asked ready to catch her if the woman went pale. He moved to tie the cloth securely around her arm and walk beside her back to the castle.

[User]
Angel was not in a good mood as she walked, and not just because of her arm. She blinked when she saw Andrew suddenly stop and then turn toward her and such. She frowned when she saw what he did to his shirt, and with the cloth.

"You did not have to do that."

[Assistant] Andrew smiled and shook his head at her. He wouldn't be put off by her manner or surprise. "And you did not have to defend me to those people, or get yourself hurt. But I'm glad you helped me," Andrew countered. "Thank you."

[User]
Angel looked like she was starting to blush. She looked away. She was silent for a time.
"....Whatever you say."
She started to walk on ahead.

[Assistant]
Andrew caught up to walk with her. This woman who has done so much for him.

"Will you go find another monster to hunt now that this is taken care of?" He found that was easier than asking if she would be leaving soon. He didn't want her to have to leave.

[User]
Angel blinked. She suddenly stopped in her tracks. She looked back at Andrew for a moment. She sighed.
"I am not sure yet."

What was he trying to ask her? to tell her? She was beginning to wonder that.

[Assistant] Andrew found the words sticking in his throat. He cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well, you're welcome to stay at the castle as long as you like. I'm not exactly sure if I'll stay around here myself. What with the villagers being unsure of me, and I miss being able to travel. I spent a lot of time abroad before.. Before I was cursed. I might go back to traveling. You could come do that too, if you wanted to, until you find something else you want to do." He swallowed again. "Do you want to be around me?"

[User]
Angel blinked. She was silent for a time. She didn't know what to say. She looked away, thinking. The moments passed. Soon enough, she took a deep breath. Then, she looked at him again.

"Well...."
She paused for a brief moment.
"You are....not that bad to be around."

She turned away again in case she started to blush.

[Assistant]
Andrew reminded himself in the waiting that relationships and cooking were not strengths she has developed. Buy the disappointment still hit him harder than expected. Maybe that was a good answer from her. Buy he wished it was more positive.

"Well, thanks. I hope. I'm heading up to the castle, check on things." He took a few steps and turned around. "Angel you are brave and one of the most determined people in the entirety of the world. You saved my life, on so many occasions, and so entirely. I just want to tell you thank you. Wherever I go from here, the rest of my life, is thanks to you. And I genuinely hope that your life goes well. That you overcome every hindrance and find a way to live that helps others and you. And I hope even as you struggle that you find peace. Because- I'm so glad you're in my life, and come or go I know I'll never forget you."

[User]
Angel blinked. She looked like she was about to fight a blush. Anyway, she took a deep breath. She nodded once. She paused as he continued with what he was saying. She fought blushing more and more.

Anyway, she was not sure what to say, at least at first. She took a deep breath.
"I...may stick around....at least for a while."

She found herself biting her lip for a moment.

[Assistant]
"Good." Andrew held his hand out to her so they could hold hands and walk back to his castle. He hoped her actions would be more definitive than her words.

Neither of them had made any plans yet. But the possibility of having Angel around was worth pursuing.

[User] Angel blinked. She took a breath. She allowed him to hold her hand. She did not stop him from doing that. She simply nodded at his one word response and said nothing. She simply walked next to him after that.

[Assistant]
Andrew didn't let go of her hand until they were back at the castle and he was trying the front door, which had been left locked. They went around to the kitchen door instead. The dishes were still on the table, towels piled on the counter. Just as they had left them. Andrew turned at the door and whistled. Where was the dog? The was no response. "Hopefully he found food somewhere." Andrew mentioned quietly before coming inside and straightening up. He filled buckets with water and started a fire. When the water was hot he delivered hot water and towels to each of their bedrooms.

"Anything we can get you for your leg? I'm planning to get cleaned up and sleep in a real bed for a bit. I'll make dinner when I wake up. Call if you need anything, otherwise I'll see you later."

[User] Angel followed him. She blinked. She sighed a couple of times. She simply nodded when he spoke. She took a breath. She simply sat down somewhere and watched as he went to bed. She sighed again. she blinked when she thought that she saw a dog enter the room. She raised an eyebrow.

[Assistant]
Andrew enjoyed warm water for the first time in ages. Warm water to wash with. Then he lay in his bed thinking happily that Angel was here, would be here when he woke up. He slept very well, exhausted with all that had happened recently.

Hours later, when Andrew finally woke up the sun was getting low on the sky and his stomach grumbled. Andrew put on socks and enjoyed the knowledge that it was too keep his human feet warm on cold stone, not because he had to make sure his foot didn't bump angel's under the table.

He emerged from his room whistling a tune and looking around for Angel as he made his way to the kitchen.

[User] Angel had been content to just stare out the window the entire time. The dog remained nearby. Angel barely looked at the dog either way. She sighed a bit. She was rather silent at the moment, simply thinking. She did not notice when Andrew entered the room.

[Assistant]
"Something on your mind Angel?" Andrew asked.

Then noticing the dog he crouched down on the floor and held his hand out calling to him excitedly "Bruno, here you are! Come!" He hadn't gotten to pet the poor dog properly in years, he worried the dog wouldn't come.

Bruno came to the familiar voice, tentatively smelling Andrew's hand before the tail started wagging so hard his entire back end swung from side to side. Andrew pet his back and chin and scratched behind his ears "Good dog, yes. Good Bruno." Andrew stood up with a beaming smile and the dog stuck to him like glue so glad to have his human back.

[User] Angel blinked. She slowly turned her head and saw Andrew there. She had just simply shrugged when the dog went to him and he got excited and such. She almost sighed...almost. She started to turn her head away a bit. She fought a smile, and it was showing. That much was for certain. She tried to keep silent though.

[Assistant]
"I'm going out to the garden to see if the weeds have totally taken over yet. Come out and help me carry tomatoes?" Andrew asked Angel. As excited as he was to see the dog, Andrew was more pleased to see the smile on Angel's face.

The garden was lovely, it has been his main project all year too get food for himself without being a monster. Weeds had posed an interesting problem. He didn't want to whither them so they litered the ground, but an especially tough weed could of course be shriveled instead of being left to take nutrients from other plants. He was going to have to take care of things the normal human way now, and he couldn't wait.

And he might even walk in the grass. It might bend and leave footprints, but it would survive his footfalls. He would walk barefoot in the grass. Or lay down and look at the clouds above him and not worry about a thing for a few minutes. Yes, he was ready to be outside in the sunlight for days. He hoped Angel would join him out there at least gathering ingredients for dinner. But she could come and go as she wished, she was no prisoner. Not even really a guest, someone he hoped would choose to live here. He'd marry her if she'd have him. But one step at a time.

Andrew jaded outside, hoping she'd follow.


[System]
WIP
Age: 27

Species: Asari

Gender: Female

Class: Medic

Image Reference:

Bio/Backstory: Lin wasn't ever someone too special. She didn't come from a line of Matriarchs, she wasn't someone who had a mass following, she was just, an Asari. Get her education, become a nurse, eventually rise up to full doctor status, work 9-5 as the humans would say. Simple life right?

At some point she decided the military could use her help. Things were pretty peaceful, but there always seemed to be a need for doctors nonetheless, and so she became a Military Doctor in the Asari Navy. She never knew it would take the turn it did. When working on the Citadel, at some point she was approached by an officer... not someone she would ever normally speak with. The kind of person who walks into a room and everything goes quiet. And this person actually walked straight up to her, and SALUTED her. After a few moments of stunned silence, she was simply handed a paper, and congratulated. He even called her 'Ma'am'. The strange thing was, the officer was a Human.

She opened the paper, and needless to say was completely confused to find that she was being promoted to Commander, and was to be given her own ship and was being given a very special mission. She knew the Reapers had come, and Earth had fallen, but this didn't make any sense. She would have suggested there was a mistake, but the letter was addressed, in hand writing, directly to her.

Why was a doctor, and not even a special doctor, promoted to COMMANDER of a ship? That wasn't even the same line of progression! The top title she was supposed to be able to earn was Head Surgeon or something, or Medical Director. Not, Commander of a Warship. But it was happening, and here she was, Commander Linalla freaking T'sado, Captain of the SSV Minotaur.

Fuck.

Original 'Position': Doctor

New 'Position': Commander (Yes, of the whole ship. Yes, I said Doctor.)

Equipment:

M-8 Avenger
M-25 Hornet
Pack of Medi-gel

Other: (Anything else you feel is missing.)

[User]
Ah, the Citadel. A wondrous marvel of engineering created by a civilization long past, or so everyone figured anyways. It was the center for the Governing bodies of the different species known as the "Citadel Races". Humans, Turian, Asari, and Salarian were the main ones holding positions within the Council, but many other races lived on, or at the very least visited the Citadel. It was the hub for anything you could imagine from trade, to industry, to sports and entertainment.

But then of course, the Reapers came. For whatever reason, they didn't invade the Citadel. The first Reaper to show up, Harbinger, had made a direct attack on the Citadel sure and failed, but since then, even when planets all over the Galaxy were falling to the Reaper invasion, the Citadel was untouched. Not a Reaper in sight. This made it the obvious choice as a bastion for all the refugees that managed to escape the war, and it was getting packed. But on the inside, on the streets of the cities of its massive arms, everything seemed peaceful. Some murmurs here and there about the war, people being worried, but it was like a place away from the war itself. Peaceful was a good word for it.

Near a docking station, a large barracks of sorts had been prepared for a new crew that was going to be heading out to gather support for the war effort. An Alliance crew that would be getting the other species of the Galaxy to send aid to Earth, for a direct attack against the Reapers. If they could take back Earth, they felt sure that they could win the war. And apparently, the Alliance was working on something special, an ancient weapon that could potentially be the secret to destroying the Reapers once and for all.

But none of that mattered to the people who were actually CHOSEN for this crew... with the mistakes that had been made. The positions that had been filled by people that, well, 'unqualified' seemed like an understatement for most of them.

One of them, probably more out of her league than anyone else, was Linalla T'sado. A week ago she was a doctor working overtime in the hospital to treat the refugees that were coming in from all over. Today? Today she was a Military Officer given the title of Commander for Goddess knows what reason, and Captain of her very own ship. And just out the window, she could see it sitting in the Station, ready and waiting for its crew. It was a beautiful ship. It was a Frigate, built in the same shape as the SSV Normandy, the famous ship of Commander Shepard himself. You didn't need to be Military, or even Human for that matter to know who Shepard was. But this ship... this wasn't the Normandy. No this ship looked like the Normandy, but it lacked all the special bells and whistles. It wasn't experimental... it was just a Frigate.

The SSV Minotaur. At least it sure had a pretty name...

EXCEPT THAT IT'S AN ALLIANCE SHIP, AND SHE'S AN ASARI, AND A DOCTOR NOT A MILITARY COMMANDER, AND WHAT THE F-

As stated before this is downtime for the RP. Just posting as you wish, doing whatever until the whole gang is set up and ready to go. Literally ICly waiting for the other characters to show up, while we OOCly wait for the other characters to show up.

[Assistant]
Transferring from a Turian colony to the Citadel was a trip filled with baffling directions, depressed refugees, curious sights and sounds, a variety of odd encounters and watchful C-Sec, but the conclusion to this whole trek couldn't even match up to the feelings that Nalryn felt before.

Mass confusion was all that was left of her feelings, with furrowed brows and looking down at her datapad again while the hustle and bustle of the barracks filled the atmosphere. Her eyes curiously scanned the datapad's information again while strangers walked past her, some in a hurry and others relaxed, the noise of which drowned out by her focus and thought, concentrating on the information. The confusion kept rising up in her to the point of wanting to ask anyone the simple question of;

Why in the spirits is she the cook?

Even the frigate's unique SSV Normandy-like shape didn't stand out to her, the impact of such a elegantly built vessel being removed as she kept looking at the datapad. Her eyes would've remained locked to the orange glow of her device if not for a unfortunate shoulder bump into another crew member, whom which she turned on her heels in a quick act of reflex, getting ready to bark at them much like how a drill sergeant would shout at incompetent recruits- but they simply kept walking. Her confusion now was replaced by a gradual rise of anger and frustration, to which to she quickly submitted to, taking off her bag, unzipping it, shoving in the datapad and then zipping it back up so swiftly and filled with anger that the zipper itself could've been pulled off.

Well, if someone had made a severe mistake in placing her on the roster as some sort of food-managing meal-making coward, she would fix that faster then the thrust of FTL travel itself! Nalryn thought to herself while hastily stomping off with much purpose and rage, hoping to find SOMEONE who could explain this entire mishap, all while the anger stayed with such conviction it was as if she was about to emit steam out of sheer rage. Who would have to deal with her next? Whoever had the misfortune of falling into her line of sight.

[User]
Lin was probably the person who stood out the most. At least some of the crewmembers had proper training. They wouldn't get far if they didn't so much as have a helmsman who didn't know his head from his... well you get the idea. Many of the logistics personnel, the Helmsman, and even a few soldiers were actually properly trained for the positions they had been placed in. Not everything was a mess. Just... just most of it. Like the big parts.

She was sitting there on a sofa, as people walked by. It was like a dream, not necessarily a good one but not a nightmare. It just, didn't feel real. All these people moving about... SHE was their Commander? Each and every person in this barracks answered to HER?! A DOCTOR?! Well that wasn't entirely heard of, in many militaries around the Galaxy a Medic of any kind had the final say in just about anything when it came to the wounded they were treating. Not even a General could often overrule the decision of a Medic who said their patients were unfit for duty. But that was a little different from a Doctor giving actual, real orders to soldiers.

Most people didn't seem to question the fact that much of the crew wasn't Human, and that their Commander was an Asari. Perhaps they all took it as a sort of 'all hands on deck' situation and figured, this was just the way it was going to be in the face of a threat like the Reaper. A more diverse crew would be better at convincing others for aid, rather than a crew of just Humans saying "Come save our planet instead of your own". That was the theory anyways, whether it was actually planned out that way was, doubtful to say the least.

Lin looked up and saw the Turian who looked rather displeased with the situation... yeah, she had been seeing that look all day. After all... it was only MOST of the people that didn't question this whole thing.

All the while, Lin just had this blank, emotionless expression, as if she had given up all hope. Not just in the situation, but with life, with reality, with everything.

[Assistant]
Detective Rampage didn't at all mind the fact that he was assigned to become a researcher since he pretty much mastered science anyway. If there was one thing he had to know about science, the one thing he was absolutely sure about without a shadow of a doubt was the fact that science... is... for... NERDS! He was no nerd so obviously science couldn't affect him. Just by coming to this conclusion Detective was sure he knew everything there was to know about science.

Detective hadn't put much thought in where he was going or what this mission was supposed to be, all he knew was that it felt right to do it. His gut instinct was telling him that only good things could come out of this trip and that every little thing in the galaxy had aligned to make this the perfect mission. He took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing a large puff of smoke before loudly opening the automatic door then he spoke with a gravely authoritative voice "Detective Rampage has finally arrived! I'm here to shoot zombies and beat reaper ass!". The crew members in the bridge looked in alarm at the suddenly shouting detective before calming down and resuming to their work. One of them lazily points with one hand to the side "Commander's in the lounge"

Detective threatened the crew member with a finger "You better be telling me the truth, otherwise... I'm coming for you boy." he said to the random guy just trying to help. He roughly stomped towards the direction pointed out to him, looking mean and full of purpose as he opened another door

"Detective Rampage here to serve stone cold justice!"
A crew member taking stock flinched "... This is the medbay."
"Uhhh... Do you know where the lounge is?"
"Just down the hall, it's even labeled. You can't miss it."

Detective nodded in thanks before walking to the door he assumed was the lounge. He saw a door which he was sure was going to lead to the lounge this time but he needed to be sure so he gingerly opened the door. Inside he could see people playing cards and laying on the virtual reality machine. "Is this the lounge?" he said quietly. One of the crew nodded in confirmation. Detective went out of the room, closed the door then immediately burst back in "PRIVATE DETECTIVE MAX RAMPAGE REPORTING FOR DUTY! I'm here to smoke red sand and kick space monster ass... and I'm all outta red sand."

[User]
He had been engrossed in his own data pad the entire ride over but it fell from his loosened grip when they came up on the ship. He was completely dumbfounded to be taken to a ship of this caliber. He had heard enough about Alliance ships to know that his one was in its' own league and he'd be on it!! If it hadn't been for the fact that he had been yanked out of his everyday life and given the military assignment of Medic, perhaps he could fully enjoy it. Instead he scooped up his data pad, stowed it in his rucksack/parts bag, and headed on board the ship; both of his eyes the size of dinner plates.

As he made his way through the various lifts and hallways he found himself in the company of many people. The problem was that he was so engrossed in the level of craftsmanship and technology around him that he stumbled straight into someone. The person might as well have been a brick wall for all the effect Talon had in moving them and he fell to the ground on top of his bag. When he looked up there was an extremely perturbed Turian looming above him. His time apprenticing with Turians allowing him some insight as to the level of disdain she was feeling. He was fairly certain he was about to get the breaks beaten off of him and his only offering was an awkward smile up to her.

"Sorry, Miss…"

He didn't even raise his hands to protect himself. He was so emotionally exhausted he was just going to accept his ass when she handed it to him and go on freaking out about the ship and his apparent position within it.

….Perfect start, Talon…

[Assistant]
Lin let loose a long, deep sigh as she looked around at everyone moving from place to place, packing their things, checking out equipment. A part of her felt like this was some sort of fancy trip she was going on. Maybe they would see some nice places. You know, a vacation. It hadn't fully sunk in that these people around her were preparing for war, that they were soldiers and... uh, other people. It was like they weren't actually about to set off on some suicidal mission.

And that was when someone burst through the door into the lounge screaming their introductions. Oh, as if she didn't have enough of a headache already... She reached up and rubbed her temples, and pulled herself up. "Yes, yes, hello Detective... Max Rampage." Surely that name wasn't real. It sounded like some kind of movie character or something.

Wait, a detective? Why was there a detective on the ship...

"Uhm, Detective. If I may ask, what is your assigned duty aboard the Minotaur?"