[System]
Want him to put on a shirt? Good luck convincing him.
Alias: Karate Bastard

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.

History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.

But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.

The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.

Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.

From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.

WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.

Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.

In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.

Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.

Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.

Relationships: None.

[User]
Nataliya was content to leaving them to fight the robot. She couldn't help but snark when the alien took the Warden's head.
"What're you going to do? Hang it on your wall?" She snorted as she climbed down into the submarine. She leaned against the wall, taking in the rest of the people she was with. She was silent for the submarine ride, as well as the butler explaining.

"Inconsiderate ass." She said, moving back to the lounge where the mini bar was. She grabbed the bottle of Stoli before rejoining the group.
"But I mean, really what did we expect? I thought you were so much more than us? Yet you were tricked just as easily as any other human." Nataliya asked the alien who was screaming. She popped the lid off and took a long gulp, relishing how the liquid burned her throat. She listened to him talk and it threw her for a moment. She had not known a single human capable of anything but deceit. Her husband experimented on her, her brother wouldn't get her out of jail. Her parents raised her as a Princess for a country that detested the aristocracy. It was all very disheartening.
"Perhaps you're right. Don't fault the...man? Eh, don't fault the man for his morals, for we have so few of them." Nataliya said, before taking another sip. She didn't go get the tablet, she didn't wish to know her limitations because that would be acknowledging that she wasn't human. She only used her abilities under times of great duress. Even how she killed was mortal, the only reason she ended up in that damned prison was because of her abilities, on multiple accounts. She finished off the bottle before setting it on the ground. She watched as one of the girls changed, debated being one of those people, did a quick wolf whistle before going to find more vodka. No more Stoli unfortunately but there were a couple bottles of Smirnoff which was almost as good. She grabbed those and made her way back once more, just because there wasn't a better show than a bunch of evil psychopaths all together in one room.

[Assistant]
When the battle concluded, Baal looked at his temporary allies unimpressed with their efforts to bring down the Warden, foolish mortals, always choosing the brutish way fighting a battle he thought to himself and followed the others to the submarine that Mr. Sinister had sent for them. Once in the underwater vehicle, Baal kept to himself and communicated telepathically with the high priests of his cult. They were glad to have finally made contact with him and inquired about what had happened. Baal just told them that he would inform them about his imprisonment later and ended his communication.

After a while the submarine stopped and Baal himself in Brigeport and followed the butler to a warehouse. He wondered why he hadn't just vanished and left the group behind, but he was now curious to find out who their savior was and if he was nothing more than a mortal worm. Once in the warehouse the butler introduced himself as Jenkins and explained how they were in one of the many places owned by the mysterious villain. Then the butler explained the nanites in their bodies that could kill at any moments notice. Baal was not very impressed with this fool's dependence on technology and asked the butler a question.

"please answer me this, how do you or your master know that my magic can't suck the power out these tiny machines? I could drive you both insane before you make them kill" he spoke to the butler as his eyes under his hood glowed an evil red. Baal was looking for a weakness in this man and his master's resolve, he would try to do whatever he could to manipulate this savior of theirs and have him grovel at his feet.

[User]
Riley ground her teeth as Jenkins spoke. Her skin crawled at the mention of nanites, running through her veins and tying a noose around her neck. She tried to seek comfort in the thought of their removal after the mission, but a man who would dangle a knife over their heads from the get go was just as likely to lie and double-cross. She wasn't about to take Mr Sinister's delivered word for anything. The rat.

Once Jenkin's left, Riley made her way to the bunk while some headed to the lounge. An intoxicaing drink sounded delightful, but she didn't like the idea of going on a mission tipsy. Highly unprofessional; potentially fatal too. Finding her bed, Riley plucked up the tablet Jenkins had mentioned. The technopath was a technophile too, it seemed, as Riley looked over the sleek design. A bit more digging unearthed a thick belt with small pockets sewed in a line, a rank of soldiers. Hopping back to her feet Riley quickly cast off her prison uniform, threw on a cotton singlet and pulled on boxer-shorts. Now in a decidedly comfortable outfit, she walked out the bunk, crossing some of the other Rogues but noticing no faces as she bowed her head over the screen of the tablet.

Letting her feet walk her across the warehouse and to the lounge, Riley heard some chatter - and some screaming - as her eyes slid from corner to corner, ingesting lines of information of her new comrades. Some came from scandals, from crimes. Riley rummaged noisily through the drawers with her free hand, picking out knives. She threw them upwards to watch them cartwheel, and caught them each by the handle before sheathing them in the belt slung around her waist. She smiled down at the screen as she felt her lower half grow heavy with her spoils. Ah, looting. She was back to her roots, wasn't she? Once each sheath was filled with a blade, Riley turned to lean against the counter, to commit the remaining profiles to memory.

The lounge was relatively quiet, with a muscled man filling himself with food and drink, and a blonde woman Riley recognised as Natilaya - a kind of femme fatale who'd been killing her victims after bedding them prior to prison-life - made several trips for an impressive amount of liquor. As she walked out the lounge, Riley arched a brow at her. Russian? She had the features for it.

Snapping her fingers absent-mindedly to spark them out of poor habit, Riley reached the last of the profiles and looked up from the screen to watch the blond ravenously devour his food. "Worked yourself an appetite, huh?" Riley said from her counter. She referred to the tablet again. "Karate Bastard." Riley looked at the man with a raised eyebrow to convey slight reprove, and then switched expressions to one of grimaced confusion. "I'm sorry." The apology wasn't very sincere, but Riley wasn't trying to convince him otherwise. "Can I call you Keith instead? Or Blackwell?" A sharp grin spread over her face, smoothing back the creases of the previous wince. "It's just that my mother always used to tell me not to swear."

[Assistant]
Engrossed in his food, KB was more than a little surprised when the newcomer in the lounge spoke to him directly. He hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of beef before putting on a smile that seemed to lean more on the side of a grimace. "You can call me by whatever name pleases you, lass. They only call me that because the world of martial arts ain't a piece o' piss, you gotta be a right bastard to be the best. Join me for brekkie?" He politely waved at an unoccupied chair. KB figured that a little courtesy might not be a bad idea now. Not that he was good at making friends. But if they were stuck working together might as well try to make it pleasant.

"That stuff you do with fire- right proper flash, that. That's really the sheep's arse. Saw what you did just now with those knives, too. Beaut stuff, there. I'm sick of these drongos who only want to use guns. Guns for show, knives for a pro, eh?" KB took in her more casual clothes. He hadn't thought to look through his bunk for clothing, he was still wearing the orange bottoms of his prison uniform. He'd have to lay his hands on some more comfortable duds.

Taking a swallow of his Scotch, he charged forwards with his awkward attempt to be friendly, choosing the only subject he felt comfortable talking about. "I've done some knife fighting, here and there. Texas, Corsica, Manila, Ostrobothnia, the Pampas. Folk know what they're doing with a blade in those places, no two ways about it. What I'm saying, lass, you ever want to swap a couple tricks that'd be right by me. We could both learn something useful. I mean, a bloke never knows so much he can't learn more." He wondered what else to say, couldn't think of anything, and instead shoveled more food into his mouth.


[System]
Sex
Male

Age
Fifty-one

Patron
Luigibaid the Tiller

Appearance
Dunlad is a squat man, solidly built, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest which attest to his toilings, although he has attained the inevitable paunch of old age (and perhaps too many a tankard of ale). His hair, once an obsidian black, is now dulled by streaks of grey; a coarse beard hides an angular jaw and frames a face well lined marked by the sun's lashings; eyes the color of moist straw preside above all, and have been described as perhaps betraying too much of the man's thoughts. Despite his hardy look, Dunlad isn't as fleet of foot as he used to be; a limp from an old injury ensures that his pace is shuffling at best.

Personality
Dunlad is a stubborn man, but well intentioned. He has the bearing of a man who, having come into their wealth as an accident, has not learned the "finer" manners of the affluent. He tends to say that the only blessing he ever got was a level head and a green thumb. Overall, he believes (or rather, knows) that the root of all the clan's endeavors is the food of their hearths, and he intends, shouting over the protests of the gallocmen and the craftsfolk and the God-Talkers, to make sure even the smallest mouths get what they deserve.

Background
Dunlad was born into a family of humble, but respectable kerns (and who had always been kerns, save for one generation of red glory long since elapsed) and lived a good part of his life that way too. He learned the rhythms of the earth, its smells, its sounds, its subtle vibrations, through years of toil. He never complained about it; indeed, he didn't mind it one bit. But his father wanted something more for him, and begged their landsman to send the lad to work in King Harlaus' stables. Fortunately he acquiesced, and Dunlad found that he had a way of sorts with animals---some would say more so than with men. He proved an able rider and stableboy, so much so that the stablemaster (although loath to part with him) petitioned him to be trained at arms so that he might show the king's gallocmen how a true Urlandi warrior rides.

However, the horse man's hopes were dashed when Dunlad's sword arm was not wrought of as stern a stuff as his farmer's shoulders. Nonplussed, though perhaps a little relieved, he returned to the stables and was able to eke out a living for a time. But when his father passed on, after Dunlad had weathered twenty-five Moon Seasons, he returned to the old landsman's, and worked as his stablemaster in between lending a helping hand during sowing and harvesting time. He kept his head low, and his lip tight (though that is not to say that he didn't' have his opinions, especially when lubricated with beer and with a few trusted comrades around the fire) and he managed to find himself a wife that said she loved him (how he she could feel that way for a man like him he never understood); he never much bothered with saber-rattling, God-Talking (save for the requisite adoration of his own patron, Luigibaid, and Aire, and Urak too), and clan magic himself. But he watched, and he listened, and he worked.

That is, until Harlaus thrust Clan Aonghus out into the cold, off their ancestral lands, like they were cattle thieves who had stolen into his camp in Pale Season. Dunlad never tasted bitterness like that before, not even when he drank from that cask of brew that Yuri's grandfather had forgot about twenty seasons ago. With the old landsman, almost an octogenarian, he departed to the Hidden Valley. He couldn't make the journey. With no children to speak of, the landsman left what remained of his estate---heirlooms, horses, cattle, and all---to Dunlad.

He walked into the Valley a rich man; and although woebegone to have left behind so much, he knew that here, he could begin afresh. Fields must needs be plowed, pastures allotted, seeds sown. Dunlad was given his own kerns to work with, and his egalitarian demeanor quickly won him their favor. After a time, he was chosen to join the Council by popular consensus, representing the interests of the landmen and the kerns---although not all of his fellow landsmen are too keen on that.

Personal Goals
Dunlad has always been content with his lot in life. His greatest desire has always been to work for his family, see the wheat ripened and reaped, the animals watered and fed, the clan prosperous. For this he might seem a perfect fit for the Council---a selfless servant of the greater good. However, the exodus to Hidden Valley has spawned within him hitherto unfangled ambitions, particularly for his sons, whom he's endeavored to raise as the gallocmen he never could be.

Clan Goals
Dunlad's goal is the survival and prosperity of the clan and its farmers. Although he recognizes the critical importance of the other clan groups, he tries his best to ensure that the field laborers are given their place of proper importance alongside the more bellicose.

Estate
Dunlad's estate is relatively spartan, a form of living to which he is well accustomed, and much to the chagrin of his sons and wife. His fields, however, are spacious, and ample heads of cattle roam his pastures along with a herd of fine horses. The treasures given to him by his former master, including a variety of well honed weapons, are given the place of honor, in sparse contrast to their surroundings.

Traits
* Thick-Skinned - You can withstand inclement and unpleasant weather. +1
* Farmer - You know a lot about crops, and that makes you a vital part of the community. +1
* Rider - You are of above-average skill at horse riding, and are able to make use of a horse in combat. +1
* Affluent - You belong to the (very thin) upper crust of society, and have the wealth to prove it. +3
* Reputable - You have a spotless and respected reputation. +2
* Animal Whisperer - You form natural bonds with wild animals. At least, the tamer ones. +2
* Craftsman - You can construct relatively complex tools and structures, given the time. +3
* Chef - You can prepare and preserve food better than most. +1
* Lame - You have a limp. -1
* Heavy Eater - You have a big belly. -1
* Drunkard - You have an alcohol dependency, and a tendency to get drunk obnoxiously and often.-2
* Slow - You cannot move quickly.-2

[User]
Spend 1 point on Crops.

---

Titania refrained from a heavy sigh. This quarrel had gone on far too long for her tastes, but at least the other council members had offered reasonable solutions for the most part. She had no particular concern for how the matter was dealt with, as long as it was dealt with. Seòras's cough reminded her of her own constantly reoccurring fevers among the other small troubles that ailed her, but while debilitating when they came in full force, for the most part they were minor annoyances. "I concur with council member Ardghal. Let them serve their own punishments and decide upon the end of them whether they shall be split apart." With her rumbling statement said Titania leaned back in her chair. It was the best decision so far in her opinion as it punished both of them, let them be productive, and most likely solved the problem. Already though her mind was drifting away to the start of her next training session. Though she wasn't the first choice for the front-lines anymore her knowledge and skills lent themselves naturally to teaching. Of course whenever someone got upity they quickly learned that missing an arm didn't mean that she was any less fierce.

[Assistant]
Maire Virtanen puts 1 point of magic into Diplomacy.

---

Decisions
As Maire listened to the other Council members speak, her gaze meandered around the newly constructed clan hall and a frown spread across her face. She hated this place. Clan Aonghus' old hall, with its familiar sights and smells, had possessed something this well-built collection of wooden boards and straw never would. Character. Where was the threadbare tapestry that depicted Aire, Queen of the Gods, talking to the clan's founders after her marriage to Urak? Why weren't the last of the scentwood logs from Urland being burned in the great hearth to properly bless this awful building? What would become of the beautifully carved granite statue of Bodi, which had been left behind in the old hall due to its size and weight?

Sighing and brushing a wayward strand of black hair away from her face, Maire folded her hands atop her belly. These thoughts weren't productive, and she needed to at least look like she was paying attention to whatever these fools were babbling about. A domestic dispute? Truly? It had only been a few short seasons since the clan's exile, and the Council was already being asked to settle disagreements between husbands and wives? Unacceptable.

Still, a little diplomacy never hurt anyone.

Once Titania finished offering her suggestions to the group, Maire leaned back in her polished thornwood chair and smiled at Fintan and Aifric. While she was usually more than happy to follow Chief Serhiem's lead, the one-armed warrior woman sitting beside her had given Maire a better idea. Clearing her throat, she said, "Was it not Aran the Wise, noblest of all urlandi sages, that said, 'Attention paid to an elder is attention that will be paid back tenfold. For wisdom flows like a river from their mouths?' Perhaps I'm misremembering the sage's words..." She wasn't, and Maire knew it. Shrugging and turning her pale blue eyes towards Fintan Lariksen, she said, "Now, brave warrior, I believe I have treated you for rockjoint at least five times since we settled in this valley? Is that correct?"

The elderly gallocmen nodded slowly and Maire's grin widened. "This man, this battle-hardened champion, has served Clan Aonghus well for many years. He shouldn't be asked to patrol the borders of our territory alongside his brothers-in-arms anymore. Nor should he be expected to go on some...hastily thrown together expedition to the east. Instead, as penance for his misdeeds and to keep him occupied, let Fintan train our younger warriors in the art of war."

The raven-haired alchemist shot a caustic glare at Eliz and said, "He is no bastard and, while he has certainly made mistakes, one should not kill a cow because it produces a few buckets of sour milk. One should only kill the cow if there is no other option available. Or if you need the meat." Fintan's eyes widened at the thought of not being allowed to carouse with his fellow warriors and he opened his mouth, but Maire held up one pale hand to silence him as she turned her attention to his wife.

"Now, as Aran the Wise also said, 'To bind that which was born free is a crime against gods and men.' Still, if having Aifric work alongside the thralls puts an end to this discord then I am for it. However, I believe the Council should claim half the goods she produces during this time. We can distribute them to those who suffered most during the Moon Season," Maire said and she glanced over at Serhiem to gauge his reaction. "I only suggest this course, chief, because we need to convince other families not to bring issues like this before the Council. A fine will ensure similar squabbles are dealt with privately. We should use this season to focus on sending emissaries to neighboring clans and protecting our viable trade routes. Problems like this are beneath us. Of course, you must decide what is best for Clan Aonghus, mighty chief, and may the gods grant you clarity in this matter."

Maire idly pulled at a loose thread dangling from her blue-dyed satin robes and tried not to smirk at the flustered couple. No matter what Serhiem decided to do, she hoped they'd learned a valuable lesson this day. The Council had no time to waste on marital woes.

[User]
Dunlad eyed the alchemist up and down, reevaluating her. He had never been one to lend much credence to the words of the gods, although he gave his respects where they were due. He had sat many a time, on the cool earth as the orange-cast sky cooled to twilight, contemplating the winking stars and wondering (for he knew, as did all, that they did exist), if they really bothered themselves with the supplications of the kerns in the fields just as much as the brawny gallocmen who won glories in their names.

Yet even Dunlad was forced to admit that Maire's words held water. He butted in to speak his mind again, "I'm in agreement with Maire, and my fellow councilors. This journey's been hard on us all, not in the least the kerns and the thralls, many o' whom died in the passage, as I trust you saw. If this Aifric can ease their burden, even if just a bit, I can tell you it'd not go unnoticed."

"As for this Fintan," he continued, gesturing brusquely with his walking stick, "If what the alchemist says is true, sending him ranging is like as giving him to Camvor before his time. Rockjoint 'taint an easy nut to crack. He might wish to die bloodied on the field of battle with his brothers, in the glory of Urak and all that, but he very well can't if he can scarce walk on two legs. But he still has the sword-learning in his head, and in his arms. It'd be a shame to let that field go fallow."

"My sons wish to earn their fame with sword in hand as well, gallocman," he said, addressing the kneeling warrior directly, "Perhaps it's time you did something creative, for a change."

Glancing about at the assembly, he crossed his thick forearms and leaned back into his thornwood chair.

"Well, I've said my keep."

---

Dunlad sacrifices 20 cattle to his patron god, Luigibad, hoping that he will favor Clan Aonghus' first harvest in their new home.


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Female

Rank: Striker Commander

Appearance:
Weapons:

Primary: Sniper Rifle System 99-Series 5 Anti-Matériel (SRS99-S5 AM)

Secondary: M20/PDW-Silenced

Items/Gear:

A: Fragmentation Grenades (2)

B: Explosive Charges (2)

C: Flash Bangs (2)

History: (CLASSIFIED)

Personality: As a Class Four Spartan, Andromedai has a will of iron that is matched by her steadfast determination to thoroughly eliminate all hostiles that threaten the UNSC and all of Mankind. Some may call her reckless, but in truth she carefully plans out each of her actions before swiftly putting them into motion, there is no room for mistakes upon the battlefield. When upon the battlefield, she is straight minded and tactically sound. She will carry out her orders swiftly and to the letter but also stand among Team Rogue Seven, no matter where it will take her. At times, she can be unpredictable, using her creativity to overcome whatever challenges that are tossed her way. While not on a mission, she can be seen as a friendly, sarcastic woman with a sharp sense of humor, compassionate and willing to do whatever it takes for a mission to succeed.

[User]
Location: In-route to Space Station Colistis.
Date: Year 2557
Universal Time: 10:53

The Pelican ride seemed to be quiet for the most part except the quiet chatter between the two pilots and the low hum of the engines. In the very back, on the left-most side sat Koda completely outfitted in his armor, he was in the process of going over the message that he had received from ONI, glancing over briefly he looked at his cybernetic arm which was fitted to look similar to his armor in both color and design, and had ports where his the armor pieces could be attached and unattached if need be. Standing from his seat he made his way up to the cockpit of the ship and looked out towards the space station that was getting ever so closer, the dim hull lights reflecting off his skulled visor made him look quite eerie as he tapped the co-pilot on the shoulder then pointed towards the station. "Yes sir that's it, we'll be landing soon and we'll get you as close as we can to your destination" the co-pilot said and was given a thumbs up by Koda in response as the Spartan turned on his heels and headed back to his seat.

"UNSC Space Station Colistis this is Foxtrot 728 requesting permission to land in Pelican bay A33" he heard the pilot call out as he sat down. "Copy Foxtrot 728, Permission granted, Colistis out". Soon after the Pelican began to slow it's speed and start its approach into the Pelican bay, as it did Koda looked from his seat and out thought the cockpit window as the heavy blast-doors opened slowly, the lights from inside the station shined brightly though the window and illuminated the back of the interior of the pelican slightly. Is was not long before the Pelican was in the station and Koda heard the blast-doors closing once more before the ramp of the pelican opened, standing Koda reached up and grabbed a hold of the handle rack above him as he ship began to land, reaching down he grabbed the holopad from the seat beside him and stepped off the ship as it set down.

Location: Space Station Colistis.
Date: Year 2557
Universal Time: 11:18

Walking away from the pelican Koda immediately noticed Charon-class light frigate with the name 'Nova' along the side 'That must be it...' he thought as he walked down the pathway towards the lift that would lead up to the main docking platform. Once on the lift he pressed the button and it stated to rise, his mind wandered slightly as to what the rest of squad had been up to and if that had gotten into as much trouble as he had. The lift shook as it reached the top snapping Koda back into reality and soon he was back on his way towards the Nova,stepping into the airlock Koda was greeted by two heavily geared guards who informed him of where to go after opening the doors for him.

Upon setting foot onto the ship the large Spartan was greeted by the ships AI unit "Welcome Major Omicron, I'm Nesalla, Colonel Icarus's personal AI assistant aboard the ship. Colonel Icarus and Striker Commander Andromedai are currently awaiting your arrival upon the deck of the ship. Please make your way there, and if you need any assistance please don't be shy to ask." Koda nodded in response and immediately headed for the main deck, following the illuminated signs made it easy for Koda to get to the main deck, it was a lot easier to navigate the the science station he was assigned to previously. Walking onto the main deck he saw Colonel Icarus and his Striker Commander Andromedai, stopping a few feet away from them he stood at attention and saluted using his cybernetic arm "Pouncer, reporting for duty"

[Assistant]
Space Station Colistis
Year 2557
1053

A lone Pelican dropship came into view. Gerard starred at it intently, watching the ship slowly making a landing approach. In the background, an electronic voice was emitting from his PDA. "SPARTAN 396, Master Gunnery Sargent Gerard Wulff, you are hereby being reassigned to Rogue Seven. Report to Space Station Colistis and wait further instructions." The words echoed in the emptiness of the lone Spartan's room. "Replay message." His voice was gruff and low. "SPARTAN 396, Master Gunnery Sargent Gerard..." The voice trailed off, repeating the same message. Wulff couldn't believe that his old team was being brought back together. Rogue Seven was one of the top SPARTAN teams, excelling at every mission they were given. After the break up, Gerard was reassigned to train new Class 4 SPARTANS and several highly classified solo operations.

The Pelican disappeared from view as it landed within Docking Bay AA3. A voice, different from the one that emitted from the PDA, broke the silence. "Master Gunnery Sargent Wulff, Greetings. I am Nesalla, Colonel Icarus's personal AI assistant aboard the ship. Colonel Icarus, Strike Commander Andromedai Morgenstern, and Major Koda Omnicron are waiting you abroad the deck on Colonel Icarus' ship. If you could follow the illuminated signs, they will direct you to them. If you have any questions or require any assistance, please ask." Wulff turned to face the AI. "When did Strike Commander Morgenstern and Major Omnicron arrive?" his voice retaining its tone. "Strike Commander Andromedai Morgenstern arrived quite some time before you. Major Koda Omnicron has only just arrived." The AI replied quickly. "Do you have any further questions?" Nesalla added in. Gerard waved the AI off, leaving him alone in his room again.

The Spartan donned his helmet and retrieved his PDA before exiting his room. As he followed the signs, he pasted many of those on the station. They all looked at him in awe, as he towered over them, his footsteps were heavy from his armor. A line of marines doing calisthenics in one of the bays all stopped. "Is that a Spartan? I didn't know they were on board!" The marines ran over to watch Gerard, but were quickly scolded by their CO. "Quit oogling like a couple of school girls! I want seventy-five more push ups and then a run around the station in full suit!" the CO barked at his marines. The marines all moaned in unison, dreading the upcoming run.

As Gerard entered docking bay AA3, he noticed the Charon-class light frigate, the word 'NOVA' boldly painted on the side. The AI reappeared on a pedestal near Gerard. "Please, continue forth, Master Gunnery Sarge-" The Spartan raised his hand to silence the AI. "Call me Wulff." he said coldly. "Of course, Master Gunner- Wulff." She smiled. The Spartan noticed the pelican he saw earlier. Nesalla chimed in "Major Koda Omnicron is already on deck, Wulff." The man nodded and continued forth towards the ship.

Arriving at the airlock, two guards opened it. One of them told him where to go and whom was there. The door hissed closed behind him and he made his way to the main deck. As he made his way in, he could see Colonel Icarus, the Strike Commander, and Koda. He made his way next to Koda. Immediately stopping next to Koda, he stood at attention and snapped into a salute. "Spartan 396, Master Gunnery Sargent Gerard Wulff, reporting in." Without moving his head, Gerard peered over at Koda. He was relieved to see him. Koda Omnicron was a man of little words and a lot of action, which Gerard respected and what made him like Koda the most compared to his other teammates.

[User]
Inner Colonies
- Space Station Colistis
- Year 2557
- Universal Time: 11:26

---

---

Riley sat in the back of the pelican as it flew through space towards Station Colistis, her steel colored helmet laid on the seat next to her the visor was a dark red mainly for the intimidation factor with small areas of red with the same detail on the rest of her RAIDER armor. "Lieutenant Parish, ETA to Colistis five minutes." Riley looked towards the pilot and gave him a quick smile and nod as she stood up and made her way towards the end of the pelican. Since the team was disbanded Riley had been assigned to covert missions in former control Covenant space gathering intel for ONI. About five minutes later the Pelican entered one of the many hangar bays on the station, she put on her helmet briefly getting a layout of the station finding the quickest route to the hangar that she was ordered to meet at.

Once the bay to the pelican opened up Riley stepped off of the ramp and into the brightly lit hangar, she looked at several of the soldiers remembering her former days as a UNSC grunt. She tied her long brown hair into a pony tail as she started making her way through the hallways until she was at Docking Bay AA3, she saw a couple of civilians that worked on the station they had the in awe look at her. The Spartan gave a smile towards the people as she made her way towards the docking bay, once she was inside Riley noticed the Charon Light-Frigate that was docked there.

"Good day Lieutenant Parish, I am Nesalla, Colonel Icarus's personal AI assistant aboard the ship, Wulf, Koda and Andromedai are all ready in just follow the illuminated lights." The AI said before disappearing Riley already knew where to actually go as she grew up sometimes traveling with her parents. She made her way towards the deck of the ship, the Spartan smiled brightly at the three former squad mates of Rogue Seven. She moved over and gave Koda and Wulf quick friendly hugs and then saluted Andromedai. "It's good to see all of you again."

[Assistant]
In the middle of the bridge, there was a large table that had a holographic projector built into it. From here, both Strike Commander Andromedai and Colonel Icarus were reviewing the information about the mission they were about to embark on. Important informing was slowly being Suddenly fed from ONI, directly to their ship. Most of the information was already common knowledge but parts of it were quite intriguing. This information included knowledge about the forerunners but also mention about team Osiris and Blue Team. Suddenly, the fully formed digital figure of Nesalla appeared upon the table with her arms crossed over her chest. Once she had everyone's attention, she spoke.

"My apologies if I am interrupting but I just received word that we have discovered the crash location of the Argent Dawn upon Erathell. Recent scans show that there have been no lifeforms or activity upon the Argent Dawn in the last twenty four hours. If Solares was on the ship, she isn't there anymore. After hearing the message for myself, I am willing to guess that she engaged some hostile force while taking shelter upon the ship and was then forced the flee using her active camouflage. Due to the severity of her injuries, it is unlikely she made it that far. I do not like to consider this a possibility but she may have been captured by the Covenant or by any active Prometheans upon Erathell. Regardless of what has transpired with her, we need to make our way to Erathell as quickly as possible." Both Andromedai and Icarus agreed on that, but they couldn't leave until all of Rogue Seven was onboard and ready to depart.

Andromedai sighed then spoke her mind, "I went through complete Spartan training with Solares, she is more of an older sister to me than a friend. I have complete faith that she can hold her ground and remain out of the enemies hands until we arrive." These words were spoken only a few seconds before the first of Rogue Seven appeared upon the bridge. Now, three of her squad mates stood in front of her as an odd feeling ran through her body. "Pounce, Wulff, Riley, at ease..." Andromedai looked each of her old squad mates over with a nod of great approval. "ONI never should have broken up Rogue Seven, we could have made a huge difference back in the day, but enough living in the past." Turning to face the table in the middle of the bridge, Andromedai quickly gave orders for Nesalla to all the information about the mission with them.

The briefing went on for a while as every last detail was explained and laid out before Rogue Seven. "That is all we have to go by, we know Solares is somewhere down upon the surface of the planet, either hiding from all sources or captured from the enemy. As impressive as Solares's records and skills look, being severely wounded and alone upon a planet with potentially two hostiles is going to push her to her limits. If my records are correct, which they always are, we are missing a few more members of Rogue Seven. Once they arrive, we will depart immediately for the ONI station and the Orion. If there are any questions, I will do my best to answer them before we depart."


[System]
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance:
 Height: 6'3
 Build: average size but muscular
 Hair: dark brown hair that goes just past his shoulders; wears it in a short ponytail usually with his bangs hanging in his face because they are too short to stay in hairband.
 Eyes: dark blue
 Clothes: when working, wears a stained long-sleeved shirt that used to be white but after wearing it so long it has turned tan. A leather vest over the shirt (wears old pins on the jacket) with leather forearm covers and leather shoulder protectors. Dark brown, almost black pants with leather kneepads and shin protectors. Brown combat boots.
 Other Traits: Fairly dark tan, surprisingly even considering he is usually only seen weaing long-sleeved shirts in his older age (because he tries hiding scars on his arms and torso) as a smattering of freckles on shoulders and back from sun exposure. Has a scar about two inches long under left eye where he was hit with a bat in a brawl.
 Skillset: Good at using an array of weapons and using his fists. Knows quite a bit about survival skills, from water purification, navigation, hunting, shelter building, etc.
 Weapons: trail carbine (no scope), baseball bat (the same one that gave him his scar)
 Personality: Well, he definitely isnt the brains of the operation. He is a fighter and loves to brawl any chance he gets. Very protective of the ones he cares about and will do anything foe them, even kill. Frightening to most who don't know him and even when they do know him, some are afraid of him still. Rarely serious unless they are going into a dangerous situation. Has a good sense of humor, sometimes morbid.

 Name: Kaye Delarosa
 Gender: Female
 Age: 20
 Appearance:
 Height: 5'2
 Build: Slender and quite weak
 Hair: Pixie cut with fiery red hair.
 Eyes: Bright green
 Clothing: Wears a merchant outfit that has a bandolier with pouches sewed to it draped on a shoulder. For col weather wears a long, grey wool coat that is worn and shows its use.
 Skillset: Has impeccable agility, great at bartering,
 Weapons(s): 10mm pistol, combat knife, Leith
 Personality: She is typically a nice person...when she Isn't on the chems. Always looking for a good adventure and has an almost childish attitude towards it. Despises boredom and monotony and wants nothing more than to spice things up; this is why she takes chems.
 Bio: Kaye's life growing up was quite simple...and boring. All her life she had stayed in Barrington, a large settlement just outside what used to be called Mobile, Alabama. Though it was large and had a lot of people, life there grew to become an endless routine for her. In order to spike her attention and do something new, she begun stealing things from her neighbors, trying to not get caught. She learned this from her favorite book, the book her father used to read to her every night as it reminded her of their life, "Oliver Twist." When she turned fifteen, that held no excitement anymore nor did anything in Barrington, so she did the most daring thing she could think of...she jumped on a brahmin of one of the travelling merchants, hid under a blanket, and went outside the walls for the first time in her life. This was the start of her new-found career.
 She was found out in first few hours and with plenty of begging, the merchant allowed her to travel with him. When they got to the settlement where the merchant was from, she met with Butch and joined his caravan, receiving her own caravan at seventeen uears-old. And 5his was the story of her life now...until meeting Basil and Jace.

[User]
"Enough," Leith snapped, glancing between each of them. His gaze lingered on Jace for a moment longer than the others, taking in his ill complexion and the sheen of sweat that coated his face. Well, at least he wouldn't be drinking again anytime soon, that was for damn sure. With a sigh, he pointed out, "Jace, if something were to be in those caves, would you even be able to stand your own against it like you are? You look like shit, so I doubt you're feeling much better."

 "A couple of us could go in first, scout the area. We wouldn't have to go too far in, either. The worst of the vermin nests tend to be deeper inside, away from the roads," Basil said. He avoided looking at Jace. "But you're right, Leith. Jace shouldn't be the one to go in, not like he is now. I could probably handle that much, though. It's not like we're heading into a Death Claw lair or anything, right?"

 Leith stared at Basil for a minute or so. "Kid, for the love of God, do not jinx us like that. The last thing we need are Death Claws on our asses."

 "Sorry." Basil flushed, clearing his throat before he continued. "But really, I could go in that far. Believe it or not, but I do know how to use a gun."

 Leith folded his arms over his chest. "No one's going in alone. And I'm willing to go in. But I don't think either Jace or Basil should be the ones signing up for this." He turned to Kaye and Raider, waiting for their input. "Any other volunteers?"

[Assistant]
Jace turned to glare at Leith. "I am plenty capable of taking care of myself and I don't need you telling me otherwise, Rotface."
 "Jace, I think you should just listen to them this time," Raider said softly. "It's better to be safe than put yourself in unecessary danger."
 "And you think you know any better, Raider?" he snapped. He didn't mean to take his frustrations out on him, but he felt as if everyone was ganging up on him.
 Raider fell into a short bout of silence. "I have a name, you know," he said, looking at the ground. "It's...it's Torin."
 "Well...Torin. Why don't you jump in and scout the caves and save the day?"
 He flushed slightly at that, falling into a short bout of silence. "I...I don't know how to use a gun. This is the first time I've even held one. No one back at the raider camp would trust me with one."
 Jace groaned loudly. "You've got to be kidding me."
 Kaye rolled her eyes as she stepped forward. "I'll go take a look. While you are busy acting like a child, I will be the grown-up and do something productive."

[User]
"Just calm down, Jace. We don't deserve to be screamed at just because we're attempting to be rational. And I think it bears mentioning that, in this case, being rational involves looking out for your safety even before ours." Basil shook his head, biting back a huff. He then turned to R--er, Torin. "And if you don't know how to use a gun, then why did you accept it when Jace gave it to you? You could hurt yourself or one of us if you were to pull it out and attempt to use it in an actual fight." He supposed that it was up to him to get onto people, then.

 Leith spared Basil a look, surprised with his gumption. Rubbing the back of his head, he said, "Well, it's settled, then. Kaye and I will check out the caves, decide whether or not it's safe enough for the night. You three wait here and stay out of trouble for a few minutes, even without me around to keep a close eye on you." Maybe Jace or Basil could even show Torin how to, like, not shoot himself in the foot with the gun or something during their little scouting trip. That'd be great.

[Assistant]
Jace barely fought the urge to say something more as he watched Kaye and Leith making their way into the cave. Only when they were out of sight did he turn to look at Torin once more. Without saying a word, he held his hand out towards him. Torin looked at the offered hand confused for a while before Jace finally spoke up. "Give me the gun."
 Torin's eyes widened as he placed a possessive hand over it once more. "What? No way! You gave it to me!"
 "Yes, I did...being under the impression that you knew what you were doing. I should have known a raider wouldn't know how to do anything right."
 Raider wasn't the type to lose his cool, but he found his anger rising quickly. "Not everyone has the same opportunities that you have, you know. You made a choice being out in this wasteland. You have a goal and a purpose that you founded on your own terms. I was never given the option to lead a different life, and if I could have any sooner then believe me, I would have taken it. And for you to stand there judging me like you're any better than me, then look in a mirror for once. In the end you're still an ass."
 Jace was a little surprised at his outburst and couldn't even bring himself to comment on it. It was the most he'd heard the kid speak since they found him back at the vault. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew he was right to some degree. It was unfair of him to judge Torin for the select actions of a few, and he didn't know anything about his story any more than knowing what was in that cave.
 "Torin...give me the gun. I will teach you how to use it properly, but now isn't the time. A gun in the hands of the untrained is just as dangerous as a deathclaw."
 Torin gritted his teeth in anger as he took off the holster and shoved it into Jace's chest as he stomped off towards the woods, wordlessly. He watched as he disappeared around a small hill before Jace released a soft sigh.
 "He won't go far," he mumbled softly as he took a seat on a fallen tree. "We are his protection and he's not going to abandon the only chance of survival he has."

[User] Basil sighed, hoping that Jace was correct in that assumption; although Jace had been rather harsh in how he'd handled the situation, he was nonetheless relieved that the gun was no longer in the possession of someone who was just as liable to shoot the foe as he was his allies. Turning to Jace, he said, "We should give him something more to defend himself with, though, at least until we have the chance to train him with a gun. That knife of his isn't in the best shape." He looked back to where Torin had disappeared to, now even more concerned than before. What if he happened upon some predator out there and had no method of protecting himself?

[Assistant] "I will teach him the basics tonight and let him have some target practice in the morning. Let him shoot at some radroaches or something." Jace fell into a short silence. "I didn't mean to insult him. I haven't known Raider long, but I can tell he is a good kid even though he tries to hide it. He's had a tough life...that I won't deny. But I don't know what he expects in staying with us. I think it would be best for everyone if we just left him at the next town. This place is too dangerous for a helpless kid like him."

[User] Basil almost laughed at that. "If we're using that sort of logic, then wouldn't it be best for me to be left there with him?" He fell silent, pursing his lips. "Leith didn't even trust me to scout out a small area with him. I know that he has no reason to trust me with a weapon, but, well, it's just that, I guess. I'm not sure if there's a single person here who trusts me. Even when it comes to the science aspect of our mission, we're having to put our faith into a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, aren't we?" Good for nothing. That's what he had to be. Just a replacement that couldn't quite match up to the original and might as well not even be around.

[Assistant] Jace stared at Basil from the corner of his eye and sighed. "You have your uses. Remember, you have to watch the BOS woman work on the GECK so you'll know how to replicate the design when it comes down to it. You are the only one who has even the smallest amount of knowledge on the subject an have the chance to actually make this work. If we lose you, then Basil's mission will have been for nothing...our mission will have been for nothing. All of this would be nothing more than a waste of time without you."

[User]
Basil frowned at his slip. He supposed that he should have known better than to speak with Jace about such things; he wasn't his friend.

 This was never the "real" Basil's mission to begin with, though. What would Jace do if he knew that? Would he decide that none of this was worth it, would he decide to leave me altogether?

 He somehow couldn't help but feel as if he'd been reduced to the level of a Mr. Handy; he was just a convenient tool, rather than an actual ally, rather than an actual person.

[Assistant]
Uncomfortable silence filled the space between them and it was quickly getting to Jace. His head was pounding even more now that they'd stopped walking and the rush of blood in his ears was deafening and annoying. Everything around him had crumbled to smitereens in less than twenty-four hours and he still couldn't help but feeling cheated. He'd been living a lie for so many years, wasting time that he would never get back because of the imposter before him.
 Perhaps "Basil" hadn't known what he was like he'd claimed, but it still didn't hurt any less to know the truth. This mission was the only thing that he had now, and once it was over he was honestly afraid to know what the future held in store for him afterwards. Would he find a higher purpose after they succeeded in their mission? Would he become a drunk just like his father and die in the streets just as everyone had claimed would happen? Would he even survive to see this mission through to the end...?
 "I'm going to go find Raider and bring him back. It's getting dark out," he muttered. He then started walking in the direction that Torin had disappeared.


[System]
(Paired with Zelosse)

Level: Rookie
Appearance:A yellow, Armadillo-like Digimon with an armored shell and long claws. Armadimon always seems to be offering a reassuring smile.Personality:Gil is straightforward, honest, and highly protective to the point of being self-sacrificing. Gil believes that strength is contagious, and that exuding strength will uplift and strengthen those around him. However, he also recognizes that strength not only comes in different forms, but that it also takes time to cultivate, and cannot and should not be maintained at all times. So while he wants those around him to become their 'best versions', he will be there to support and nurture them when they fall.
* Fresh: Name: Tsubumon
Signature Attacks:
	+ Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads.

* In Training: Name: Upamon
Signature Attacks:
	+ Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch.

* Rookie: Name: Armadimon
Signature Attacks:
	+ Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe.
	+ Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws.
	+ Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball.

* Champion: Name: Not Yet Revealed
Signature Attacks:
	+ Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.

* Ultimate: Name: Not Yet Revealed
Signature Attacks:
	+ Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.

* Mega: Name: Not Yet Revealed
Signature Attacks:
	+ Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.

[User]
☀SUNNY

Since Sunny stepped through the classroom door, they had been having the most boring detention of the term.

The other students might recognise Sunny as a detention regular - if by nothing else, then the way they had arrived five minutes early and made a beeline for a particular desk.

They had been warned twice already by Mr. Fujo to stop fiddling with erasers and do some work, and since then Sunny had been methodically adding to a rather intricate series of blind etchings in the underside of the table with the pointy end of a pair of compasses. The steady scribbling noise was just about muffled enough to make it sound like Sunny was actually catching up with the practice test they'd brought in. Other than an occasional glare down at the sheet, they had no intention of making themselves look any more foolish. The test remained untouched.

The unnatural warmth of an untouched yet overheating calculator under their hand caught their attention first. Then the jarring feeling of the shaking ground was at once terrifying and incredibly exciting, and Sunny's hands grasped fervently at the edges of the desk as they sat bolt upright and stared around, debating whether to dive for cover - and finally, following the cues of the other detentionees, Sunny peered over their shoulder.

The inexplicable white light had a pull like nothing else. All thoughts of earthquake safety faded. Slowly, Sunny rose from their seat.

"Anyone else see that? Wait - wait, are you guys really-!?"

...But Estelle was already forward-marching. Sunny spared a bewildered stare around the room, noted the unconscious form of Mr. Fujo, and then all of a sudden their mouth dropped slightly open and seemed to chew thoughtfully on the words before anything came out.

"Is... Is he okay?" They watched the other student go to check, and when Kuroko looked relieved, Sunny decided that was that. "...Nobody tell him, right?"

As they watched the students begin to wander into the light at the back of the room, Sunny figured there definitely wasn't a precedent in the school rules about this. And if there was no precedent, maybe there was no rule against it. The others sure seemed confident.

Sunny kicked their chair back, swung their bag onto their shoulder, and took off jogging into the light. "Wait! Wait, wait! This is crazy, wait for me-!"

---

☀IMPMON

Somewhere in the library, a Digimon anxiously pulled book after book off the shelves.

Most were tossed over the shoulder, dropped in disgust, or shoved more or less back into place. Nothing here was what the Digimon was looking for. At this point, he wasn't even sure what he ought to be hunting, but he'd know it when he saw it, surely! He had a plan, even if that plan right now was just to research. That was at least something. Better than wandering lost in a library he didn't recognise. He'd had quite enough of that.

Impmon pulled a particularly hefty tome from the shelf.

A flash of orange hair passed behind the empty space behind it, and the Digimon froze.

It took another few seconds or so of peering at the human between the shelves and listening to the others chatter before Impmon dared to speak up.

"Hey!" he hissed. "Psst! You!"

The ginger human turned. Stared at the creature peering at them from halfway behind a shelf corner. Raised an eyebrow and gave a very, very familiar, very confused, lopsided grin.

They glanced around, blinking, and then managed to match the voice to the creature. The grin widened. "I'm dreaming, right?"

For a split second, Impmon almost looked disappointed. He folded his arms haughtily. "Probably not. Are you looking for a picture book or something?" He paused, and tilted his head. "You, uh, look different. Did you Digivolve?"

"Haha, what? Picture book?" There was a long pause. Sunny's grin melted off their face and was replaced with a look of disbelief. "You're him. You're the kitty orb."

Impmon opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short as the human bolted the distance between them and roughly scooped him up, spinning on their heel and beaming like a maniac.

"Holy shit! It's been ten years! I almost thought I was wrong!"

"Wha-? Gah!"

They tucked him under one arm like a sack and used the other arm to wave excitedly at the others. The heavy book Impmon had been clutching was shaken loose and fell noisily to the floor as he began struggling to extricate himself.

"Guys! Look! I know this little guy!"

[Assistant]
Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code.

So if she was going to get detention for not dyeing her hair, why try?

Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to hide that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time.

It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming.

Playing on her phone made it impossible to not notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened.

---

The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but amazing. It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a really cool thing to fight with...

That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia knew that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and that was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay!

So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl like the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names.

"You! Ice-cream girl!"

Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that this suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey...

"Did everyone else meet ten years ago?"

"It was only two weeks, miss... um..."

"Aoi."

[User]
An earthquake. God King Gilgamesh closed his eyes. It had been a literal lifetime ago since the incident. Out here in the open plains of the Digital World, earthquakes were less dangerous since there was no risk of anything falling on you, and being a four-legged creature, Gil wasn't going to lose his footing and crack his head open no matter how intense the shaking. So unless the earth split open directly beneath him, he was relatively safe. But inside a building, where tremendous weight could collapse on you, that was where the real danger lay.

Gil reminisced about the moment of his death. Gil had found himself in a building in a strange new world. He had been quietly exploring his new environs when he found a child sleeping. However, another, larger digimon had materialized outside and went on a rampage. The violence and destruction it wrought not only woke the child, but caused the building to lose structural integrity and collapse. Gil remembered bracing his armored back to the falling rubble and preventing the child from coming to harm, but they were buried, and keeping the rubble from crushing the child had prevented Gil from doing anything else. The child was understandably frightened, and with no other recourse, All Gil could do was reassure the child. Yes, that was when he chose his name, formed of a random, stray piece of data that happened to be part of Gil's digital essence. He had to exude strength and courage, even if he was lying, even if he was in pain. Gil had introduced himself as "God King Gilgamesh", omnipotent and invincible, conqueror of nations. For hours, Gil regaled the child with made up stories of his heroic and awe-inspiring deeds, but always reminding the child that the most noble of deeds was helping those in trouble. Gil wasn't sure how long his digital body would last, as his strength was slowly sapping away and he could feel his final hour approaching. But his worries had been washed away as the sound of digging and rays of light began seep through the rubble. The last thing Gil saw was the looked of overjoyed relief on the child's face as rescue workers pulled him from the remains of his collapsed home. Closing his eyes, Gil felt his body dissipate into bits of data and return to the Digital World to be reborn.

Gil opened his eyes as the rumbling dissipated and the swirling, churning sensation of vertigo in his stomach had subsided. Since then, he had spent his time training, until he had achieved his Armadimon form again. But he needed to be stronger. Last time, all he could do was delay harm, he hadn't been strong enough to rescue the child by his own power. And with all the chaos happening in the Digital World, it was time to step up and do something about it. But as Gil opened his eyes, he realized he was in a different place entirely. Apparently the vertigo had been from teleportation and not merely from the earth shaking beneath his feet. Here he was surrounded by shelves of books and several digimon. Several beings appeared through a portal, confused and disoriented; humans. From the looks of things, the humans seemed to be 'reuniting' with the digimon, which was a relief since that at least meant that the humans had some comfort despite their strange situation. Deciding to take the lead, Gil called out, "Worry not! We find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. I do not know what is happening, but I'm sure if we work together, we'll find a solution." Gil put on a smug smile in the hopes that confidence, albeit false, will reassure everyone present.


[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Master of: Rider
Command Seal Location: Back of right hand

Origin: Permanence

Appearance:

-

Personality: A shy and studious individual Dieter is the type of person who likes to keep to himself and dedicates most of his time and effort to his work. Soft spoken and unsure of himself, he does not do well in social situations as he greatly lacks in self-confidence when pulled out of his comfort zone or when asked to deal with something outside of his area of expertise. That being said he is still a very accomplished Magus in his own right and has an almost unparalleled knowledge of alchemy due to his family's specialisation.

Despite his lack of self-confidence, he does have faith in his own abilities and considers himself a competent Magus. That being said, he doubts how useful he could be in something like the Grail War, since he has never considered trying to turn his magecraft towards fighting before and magical combat has never been something he has tried to learn. As such he is grateful that he managed to summon such a strong Servant for the war as it means he will not be as much of a burden on his fellow Magus' as he feared, but at the same time realises that this also means he will have more pressure put on him and his Servant as a result.

Although he agreed to answer the call when the Mages Association asked him to become a Master, he did so reluctantly and has no real desire to obtain the Grail outside of a vague interest in obtaining the root that most Magus probably share to some degree; if anything, he is scared of any object that holds as much power as a completed Grail and does not think either side should gain possession of it.

Biography: Hailing from the city of Stuttgart in Germany the Voigt's are a small family of little renown but well respected in Western Europe for their knowledge of the alchemical arts if nothing else. In the past the Voigt family have always been staunch traditionalists who seem to actively shun the notions of cooperation or of sharing knowledge and as such they do not have much interaction with the wider Magus community, having loose ties to the Mages Association but otherwise keeping to themselves and also keeping the advancements of their magecraft hidden.

Recently this has begun to change and the family has made efforts to better integrate with their fellow Magus; in fact the past two generations of Voigt, Dieter and his father, have even attended the Clock Tower as students and, in Dieter's fathers case, later a teacher. As for Dieter, after completing his studies in England he moved back to Stuttgart. As the sole heir to the Voigt name he is the next family head and is already in possession of his family's Magic Crest, it is only right that he establish his workshop in the family home while his father continues his teaching in England.

The Mages Association originally approached Dieter's father about joining the expedition to Poland, as he was known to them and his skill in alchemy deemed useful, but he refused them. Instead he recommended his son in his place, stating that as the family head it should fall on Dieter's shoulders to do this, as well as expressing his assurances that the his son was just as capable an alchemist as he, if not more so.

-

Magecraft Section:
School of Magecraft:
Dieter's family have always specialised in the study of Alchemy, an art they have practised for the past 400 years. Being somewhat traditional, they tend to limit their magecraft to the act of changing matter from one form to another; they seek not to revolutionise or invent new magecraft, but rather to refine and improve on the basics and as such are some of the best in the world, certainly some of the best in Europe, when it comes to alchemy of this type.

In particular Dieter is very skilled at changing the current state of a matter from one to another, e.g. turn a liquid into a solid or a solid into a gas instantly, as well as the matter transformations that all alchemist of his family are adept with.

Additionally, Dieter has an affinity for the wind element and had a little skill at manipulating and generating air currents.

Skills/Spells List:

Phase Transition (20 times) – A catch all spell which allows Dieter to instantly change an inorganic object from one state to another instantly. This can take one of eight forms matching the different kinds of state transitions that Dieter can produce; Sublimation, Deposition, Liquefaction, Freezing, Vaporisation, Condensation, Ionisation and Deionisation. This spell allows Dieter to change matter to a state that it would not normally be able to exist at in those conditions, e.g. change water to ice despite it being above freezing temperature.

Matter Transform (10 times) – The most basic principle of alchemy. Allows Dieter to change the elemental composition of an inorganic object to something else entirely, so long as this does not also require changing the state of the element.

Wind Current Change (5 times) – Manipulate the movements of the air in the surrounding environment.

Amount of Magecraft Mana: C

Other: Dieter is somewhat multilingual, speaking fluent German and English as well as passable French and Polish.

[User]
Timeskip - 1 Day Later

===

After stalling for supplies the quick flight to Danzig was relatively short, and simple. It only took a few hours, and the heroes with their masters had little to no difficulty getting from one place to another. King's jet was quick, and fast no doubt due to his vast fortune that he had accumulated in Vegas he was able to buy things like this for convenience sake. After the trip the group was herded together for a quick convoy trip to the small city of Sarfok where they found themselves in a bustling small town of relatively sparse industrialization. There were a few blocks of houses on the hilly area, and the main town itself seemed to be a relatively small to medium sized area full of some shopping centers but little else. The city wasn't ancient, or outdated by any means but it wasn't anything you'd find in New York with giant sky scrapers. The trip was quick as very few cars were on the road today, and the journey to the church found the Black Faction in a small corner of town isolated from the rest. A priest with grey hair, and a haggard face greeted those who left the car first. As Anderson got out he went up, and hugged the man greeting him with a smile. Leon, and Saber who had spoken very little to each other the past day found themselves looking up around at the big blue sky. "Flying sure was interesting. It was very different than riding a horse, or being in a wagon. But at the same time it felt nice. Master I have never been so far into Europe this will be an interesting first." Saber said as Leon nodded, and he felt awkward he didn't speak Polish so he hoped the priest here didn't require it.

He wondered what was ahead of them exactly they had failed to find the Forest. Monica had left the main group to go, and search the city she insisted she was fine on her own. As Leon turned to look at Saber he fond the white suit that he donned to be nice. It made him look more like one of those Japanese hosts, or a man going to a wedding. It was pretty cool to think that he now had his own personal body guard...that could bench press a car. He wondered where the main enemies were. The priest walked over to the group, and opened his hands wide. "My name is Father Howard. Welcome to the church young ones, and ancient heroes. I hope that the trip went well for all of you. I have prepared individual rooms in the basement for all of your needs as mages be it for rituals, or just for space. You may explore the main room, and the most of the bottom rooms at your discretion. However please respect that the upper area is for priests, and executors only. We're using it for storage space, and to keep documents safe if you are caught up there you will be held accountable for trespassing. There will be no defiling the alters, or any holy symbols here or I will request that you vacate the church. I'm aware some of you are pagans after all..." the man said as Anderson laughed as Berserker walked around, and then went directly into the church without much of a word. On the way there she had compulsively cleaned, and made sure everything had been sterile. Whoever she was she held a strong belief in everything being in good condition for health related reasons.

[Assistant]
[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Bickering with the Church

As the team approached the church, they would notice the strange observatory built there earlier. And from the base, where a doorway stood, bickering echoed out into the courtyard. A man in a turban stepped out, followed by a member of the church. Judging from the man in the turban's gestures, they were clearly bickering over religious nonsense. The group could hear the name of God used multiple times. And then the name of Christ.

"No, I have heard enough of this nonsense about a cross. As the Quran states, he is a servant of god! By the time his enemies arrived to crucify him, he was carried away to heaven! Thus, the meaning of your cross is essentially meaningless! It honors a deed that is not true!" Archer said, as the others were finally in ear shot.
"You may not believe in the Son of God, but at the very least return the cross you took from the temple." The preacher said, letting out a sigh. "It is important, and I realize you wanted the metal, but at the very least understand our perspective."
"Fine! If it will get you and your lot off my back! At the very least you should do some actual research about your own prophet, rather than mindlessly following your own flawed holy book." Archer growled out. "Oh, praise be to Allah so that I will not have to deal with such a narrow minded crowd!" He finally said, and stomped off, leaving the priest to finally walk away.

As Father Howard stepped into the church, another figure arrived, clearly the master for the aggressive servant from before. "Father Howard, I apologize for my servant's nature. He has always seen your... Temples as... Things to conquer and make his own. He has informed me that he will no longer be... Taking any more of your belongings." Aksha said, with a nervous smile visible beneath the dark cloth that covered most of his face. Clearly this kind of behavior had been going on all day, and as no doubt the very reason the Father had asked the others not to defile the church.

"And, I must suppose these are the others." Aksha said, smiling at them. He was at least a good foot taller than the last time they had met. Most likely a result of having multiple representatives. "We have met before, but allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Akshamsaddin. Master of the Archer class servant you no doubt saw storming out of his makeshift observatory. He insisted on making a watch tower higher than the one the church was currently using." There was a good-hearted chuckle, before he reached out, and patted Father Howard on the back.
"Again, I apologize once more for his behavior. We shall return the cross he took soon." With that matter settled, it was clear the masters had a lot to discuss. And the servants would have to spend time getting used to each other.

[User]
"To act in such a manner; his behaviour is disgraceful for one summoned from the Throne." Standing at the rear of the group, Rider looked on disapprovingly at the spectacle of Archer arguing with the preacher. Beside him his Master also looked uneasy, the shorter gentleman shuffling in place from one foot to the other; though in his case his discomfort wasn't just due to the theological aspect of the disagreement.

Dieter still felt out of place in this group, unprepared for what was to come, something that was only made worse when he turned to speak to his Servant, having the crane his neck just to see his face. "I wouldn't have expected you to care Rider. This isn't a temple to the Olympians."

Frowning, Rider followed Archer with his eyes as the exasperated Servant stormed out of the room. Eyes narrowing in thought, he turned to look down at his Master before responding to his statement. "I have seen first-hand what the gods are capable of when they are angered; when a mortal attempts to fight against them, or if they do not pay the gods the proper respect, or if they arrogantly place themselves above the gods. The gods can bring us low and make fools of us whenever they choose. They are far stronger than any mortal, not matter how great; even if this building represents a faith I do not believe in, to tempt destruction in this way before a war is foolish."

Rider paused as another person approached their group, both he and Dieter turning to listen as the man introduced himself as Archer's Master. The other Master's seemed to accept this easily enough, but Dieter was surprised; he had thought the masked man he had briefly met in the Clocktower had been the Master of the Archer-class, and while this man certainly dressed the same he was clearly not the same person he had met.

Letting out a sigh Dieter made a note to question someone about this later. This must have been something that was discussed prior to his arrival, his tardiness meaning he had missed something important.

"But that is not what troubles me." When Aksha had finished Rider continued from where he left off, still frowning though in Archer's absence his target had moved to the Magus who called himself his Master. "To behave in such a way as a guest, to destroy your host's possessions and to even steal their object of worship; I have never witnessed of such an egregious breaking of hospitality. It may even exceed Paris stealing the wife of Menelaus in its evil. The gods do not take the breaking of xenia lightly. Paris brought about the fall of Troy with his transgression; let's hope this man does not invite disaster upon us in the same way."


[System]
Sex:
Female

Age:
22

Sapphire Necklace
Engraved ring
Small Chalk for writing runes
Student ID
Small bag of gems

Within the confines of Societas Academia, free of religious delegation and protection from the witch hunters of the world, Yuno got to experience a more free form nature of magical growth within the variety of options available to pick up and learn. Obviously, as a Talent she got to remain towards the top of the hierarchy of the student body by doing so. Even as a Ruin Mage however, she had more method to her than fireballs and lightning bolts. Her magic is one that was passed onto her from her mother and her mother before that: Gemstone Focus. The properties of these gemstones seem to have innate magical effect with them, and by mastering it she has given herself a wide range of arcane and versatile pool of magical power. Another use is that these spells are very quick to cast as the gem takes the need of melding the form of the magic into their own properties. From magic missile like bolts to focused blasts these tools are handy, but she also has her own magic to develop of Rune Magic. The art of drawing and crafting runes for rituals and spells which while slower are also versatile and more permanent. Leaving one to write lines to create barriers or leave a cursed mark onto the opponent. The strongest form is the rituals such words, runes, and signs are required for though if one has the time to create such powerful magics. After all, have you ever seen a cult not chant around a magic circle to summon devastation?

Expectations: Yuno's life has been a constant barrage of them. With her mother being a graduate of professor the Societas Academia and top of her class and her inherited magical style that her family has been passing on the fate to carry on the family name moved to rest on Yuno as their only child after her mother's miscarriage with the second. Second was never good enough for the name that needed to continue to excel in the eye of her mother and elder grandmother. Day in, day out was practice from even the youngest of ages to grow crystals, study them, and then use them to their fullest potential. One didn't need society or friends. She only would need the connections her mother already established and the scores to get her by, and Yuno did throughout primary and secondary schooling. But, that was with a longtime friend as her side as well. The person Yuno may confide in when not in her mother's almost torturous and cruel aspect of training.

Gem magic wasn't a large part of Yuno's resentment. Her mother's skill and ability fascinated her to the point where Yuno could kid herself half the time it was fair and right for her mother to expect to much. That she should feel superior from her lineage. Their name would be remembered through generations to come if they kept up, and possibly grow to be a very well established family. But, Yuno wanted to expand that magic and use it for her own will. Develop it organically like a crystal would grow rather than be the strict and uptight woman she was forced into being. Less direct and more graceful Yuno wanted to learn more, explore, and use her magic outside of simple practice and regulated ability. Somewhere that could truly test her skill as well as develop the use of other magic. Her mother usually disparaged her from learning basic rune magic outside her regular studies. Enough to get the top spot was fine in her eyes, but Yuno's best friend used such a magic to more than remarkable abilities. It was always a place Yuno fell behind in, and her goal to get better and continue on the separate path alongside her gems was a more personal goal. At least, until her friend's death due to unforeseen illness.

At first Yuno of course was devastated and alone from this, having not gotten together with others, but at the same time this point was a realization. Her mother was the one holding her back because she was trapped in her shadow. But, she can't seem to find a way out of it. She was a graduate student and a Ruin Mage already. Her path for these years was so completed that abandoning it now would almost be a death sentence to her future. This wasn't what she wanted, and to keep up with the world her friend tried showing her was another goal. Sure, she wasn't her friend. Her friend was a bit to direct, blunt, and needless to say idiotic outside of fighting to be a guide, but the respect Yuno had of it and feeling of going with her own will was what Yuno was inspired by.

Yuno is an elegant combination of grace and cunning wrapped up into a sparkling package. While logical, she looks more onto the positive side of things believing in how ones mindset can change the outcome of a situation. Dedication in all of her endeavors and putting the job above most other things she can come off as cold or teasing at a first glance, but she has the best intentions as well as what she believes is a strong moral compass. With her dedication to her art and lineage though comes at the cost of friends within the Acadamia. Having her studies distract her from such things through a good portion of her life until she finally got out of being a Secondary Schooler and on with the greater freedom as a Ruin Mage. Versatility over one special skill in her magic and daily life left her with many graces and favorable attitudes from her teachers, but some can take her as a show off which leaves her to enjoy the quieter moments of the night and how music can help her take her mind off the troubles of life. More... abrasive and direct anger from others can easily annoy her as the logic of it may pass, but devotion is something she respects even if its not the same devotion as her.

[User]
Deston's face took on the mask he had learned while in the role of a business man during his time in Ireland. He was tasked with retrieving documents about a business the Church was soon to be affiliated with in some manner. He never did learn in what way. He quickly learned that to get anywhere fast in the business world one needed to put his target on the defensive, a job made much easier by something as simple as a look. Firstly your face had to reveal no lack of confidence less you be eaten apart by questions and be immediately put on the defensive yourself. Next you needed just the right mixture of curiousness, annoyance, and disbelief. Seem too curious and your opponent would take you as gullible and brush you aside. Too little curiosity and they question whether your paying attention and once again they are on the offensive. Too annoyed and they would give up, not annoyed enough and it becomes clear that you aren't a big enough fish for them to waste their time. Same with the disbelief. It was a mask Deston now naturally assumed whenever he felt a business proposition coming. Deston finished the look by crossing his arms and leaned slightly back on his heels letting his shoulders and chest naturally rise. A look clearly out of the other place among the other homeless he had been about to join.

Deston listened intently to Felix's monologue making sure to contentiously read his face for the tell tale signs of a lie that nearly all untrained in the art give off. He found Felix oddly trustworthy. A trait he didn't come across often in his past ten years of service to the Church. It was either that or Felix was every bit as good and possibly better than Deston at the great game because there was no way someone could spout off such ridiculous nonsense for so long without making a mistake less they truly believed what it was they were saying. Even so Deston couldn't stop his mask from cracking as a slight quip of his right lip twisted into a smirk. "Do you ever listen to how cheesy you come off? 'Will you come with me and help save the world?'" He let out a brief chuckle before continuing.

"Let's see, you're either a mad man," Deston spun on the ball of his heel turning round putting his hands on his head and walked a few paces away from Felix. "Or you're actually on the trail of some great conspiracy involving the Church. A third possibility exists with you being the greatest liar there is, but that's not possible because there's no one alive in the game that would use that last line. You must be the pinnacle of everything our great church preaches. No wonder you were an Arch-Magi." Deston spun once again on his heel to face Felix. "Anyways I'm getting side tracked with my thoughts. Lucky for you I'm currently in the business of conspiracies involving the Church and my own little investigation has gone cold for now. So why not?" He gave a nonchalant shrug and tilted his head."I'll go ahead and help you save the world." He couldn't help but say the line with grin splitting his face, before his eyes narrowed on the parchment in Felix's hand. "And I'd love to get to the bottom of that little magic vision that told you my name and where to find me. Can't have the happening in my line of work."

[Assistant]
"Thank you, Deston. Regardless of the reasoning behind your acceptance of my proposal, I am glad you are part of the team." Felix smiled.

Felix looked around and noticed all the homeless had finished pouring into the shelter. There was no one in sight besides Deston and himself. So quickly Felix drew a crucifix glyph creating a two-way spacial rift.

Felix retrieved the parchment from Deston, and glanced at the next name, Yuno Whitmore. The location was a bit different. It stated simply, "Societas Academia-top of redwood tree."

"So, I am running severely behind on my recruitment schedule. This rift will take you to my cabin in the redwoods. Feel free to make yourself at home. There are more than enough rooms to choose one for yourself. Nemo should be there. He's the previous enlistee that I recruited. Get acquainted with him, you'll be working together from now on." Felix examined the look of trepidation upon Deston's face and realized just what it was that he was asking. "Oh come on I am not leading you to a trap." Felix jumped in the portal leaving it open and jumped back through again. "See, it's fine. I have to go though so forgive me for not being able to be accommodating right now. I'll see you a bit later, hopefully with more recruits."

Felix left the rift open to the redwood cabin and opened a seperate one-way rift to the next location, Societas Academia. Felix understood he was showing off a bit here. Opening one rift and keeping it open for people to go through is one thing, but to open two at the same time, both different styles, and keep them open for long enough to allow a person to go through, thousands of miles away is another thing entirely. Felix had a large mana well, but that was not entirely required for this feet. The main thing required in order to keep multiple rifts open over large distances is a perfect grasp on the control of mana. Like a master artisan creating fine jewelry with deft hands. Only the jewelry was mana, and the hands were the depth of mana understanding.

With a wave farewell Felix stepped through his rift, the rift closing as he stepped through it. Stepping out of the rift, Felix was careful not to draw attention. Looking around he realized the day had bud its farewell and faded into night, taking the students with it. All was dead quiet, except for the cacophony of cries from the insects attempting to mate with one another. The consuming darkness was pierced by the multitude of dull glowing blue mana-crystals (tangible concentration of mana).

Felix didn't know where to start to look for the next enlistee, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on his manalysis. The grand formidible size of the redwoods couldn't be truly appreciated until their majesty were beholden in person. The 200+ foot trees were not only tall but proportionally wide as well. The circumference of these trees were so grand it would take ten men linking hands to hug their trunks. Because of the tallness of the trees, all the branches and leaves were only at the very top in order to properly photosynthesize. This leaves a large disparity between ground and the top of tge trees where only trunk was visible. In manalysis, the majesty was different, but still equally as grand. Felix could see the mana within the water lines being drawn from the ground through the roots, slowly working its way up to the top of the trees to work its way to each branch and individual leaves. All of this painted a bright blue tapestry of mana webs through the insight of a manalysist. As he felt around he spotted an abnormality, a large ice blue, almost white wave signature, atop one of the trees close to him.

Felix dropped his homeless illusion, reassuming his normal appearance. He then concentrated and willed a portion of his latent mana into a pair manaegis boots. He then leaped 50 feet in the air toward the trunk of a tree and plated his feet on the trunk horizontally and pushed off toward another tree. He repeated this process, crisscrossing between the trees untill he reached the branches. Then he pushed off each branch until he reached the top of the canopy. Once he reached the top he stood before a young woman with pure white hair, lying on her back, stargazing.

"How's Orion's Belt looking tonight, Yuno Whitmore?" Felix asked nonchalantly. His manaegis boots fading back into raw mana in a blue fiery spectacle.

[User]
Yuno laid back against the branch and partially on the trunk of the great redwood where Felix had been looking to find her. Her hands were webbed together and she simply had her head tilted towards the sky as a soft night breeze blew the end of her hair around every so often. With her hair color it wasn't hard to stop the outlier sitting on the red bark even during this time of night. If Felix could feel such things or tell by reading mana he could tell the tranquility coming off of her as she had a chance to simply ponder the greater unknowns of life while nighttime came in almost full. The moon was practically gone with the new moon giving them one of the more perfect views of the night sky available within the confines of the US. Her direction was clearly true north as well as he Polaris sticking out brightly with the little dipper following it. To the right of that a great arm of their Galaxy could be identified by the cloud-like spread of bright and dark areas it left behind as well as by star density. Only a few nighttime critters indicated life still moving about at the time, at least until Felix finally spoke to the girl before him.

When his voice reached her ear she turned slightly abrupt in surprise due to the lack of awareness she had given her surroundings at that moment of time. He perhaps caught her in a deep thought as well as her lack of initiative to have been using mananalysis for any detective style purposes. After the moment passed though she let out a small sigh of relief before commenting. "He is looking to hunt Taurus it seems today, hovering around the equator." Her immediate deduction of the man was that he wasn't out to harm her due to the fact he had snuck up on her and didn't immediately do anything then. This made her nerves calm considerably despite him being a stranger on school land, but even as her face turned into a trained charismatic smile that fooled most she met her guard wasn't just about to lower. "It's a good time to see Jupiter as well right now, right over there." She stated pleasantly while pointing to a point before the Leo constellation. "It's one of the best times to view Jupiter and the moon is allowing us to have a good view. I thank it for that."

For a second more she gazed at the sky before slowly standing up on her branch and resting one hand on the trunk for balance while she examined the man before her. "I guess I should ask why one of the Lord's servants decided to present themselves to me within the confines of the Academia." she spoke to the man before giving him a small curtsy once. "And by how fancy your robes prove to be can I assume you are someone of a bit more important stature then?" she added afterwards continuing with the smile and graceful attitude towards him. A true diplomat it seems in this case. "I doubt it has anything to do with my education, so I assume it might have to do with my mother or something along those lines."