[System]
We die a little every day and by degrees we're born into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.

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Blood status: Pueblood

Born: 3 March, 2000

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Height: 183cm

Weight: 58kg

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

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Wand: Willow, 11 inch, Dragon Heartstring

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

Accolades: Slytherin Prefect, Quiditch Team Captain (beater)

Occupation: Unemployed (he prefers the term vigilante, though.)

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If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

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Likes
+ Firewhiskey: Evander has a serious Firewhiskey craving, that many have called an addiction and tried to sort out. He always keeps a flask of it handy.
+ Wizard Chess: He has a need to play games which largely require his brain (and a lot of rules that are hard to remember.)
+ Camping (without a tent): Evander found that the best way to get back to nature was to go, what he calls, 'Open-lid camping' with a few of his friends.
+ Pastry: Evander has a strange love for treacle tarts (as any person in their right mind should.)

Dislikes
- Rebels: Evander despises people who don't follow his every command and/or the rules. Unless his commands go against the rules.
- Sympathy: He hates people trying to sympathise with him about his fathers death.
- Flying: Despite being the captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team, when he went to Hogwarts, he always had a slight phobia of flying after he had an accident in a game against Gryffindor when he was playing his last match. Thank god they actually won said match.
- Butterbeer: People actually call that crap alcohol? It's all Greek to him.

Hobbies:
* Evander loves nothing more than to go into the woods and camp out under the stars, perfectly alone. He wouldn't mind brining a girl with him one day...
* To Evander almost nothing is as entertaining as sitting down in the corner, flask of firewhiskey in hand, and just have a quiet drink. That must end in a bar fight, or else.
* Fishing is a great way, in his opinion, to get back to nature and get something to eat when you're flat broke.

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We are all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

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Patronus
Dragon

Boggart
The mask of the Death Eater who killed his father

Amortentia
Smoke, fresh bread, old books and hints of (obviously) alcohol.

Personality
Evander used to be the most friendly boy in England, when he went to Hogwarts, or for 5 years there at least. He had been called 'The Boy Next Door' many times, beacause of his happy, cheerful demeanour and seeming inability to be angry. He was quite popular and never held a grudge against anybody, many had wondered why he was put in Slytherin. At the beginning of his sixth year, they all found out.

During that summer his father was killed and his personality had a turn for the worse. He became gruff and angry, while remains somewhat aloof. He was quite quickly known as a first-class jerk, but he also gained a strangely alluring 'charm' for when he needed it most.

But inside him, he had more troubles than imaginable. He was traumatised by his fathers murder, but never told anybody about it, using drinking as an escape. Though he may be horrible, there is far much more to him than meets the eye. When nobody cares, it's hard not to get lonely.

[User]
Evader made a serious discovery. If he was to further his relasionship with this woman, he would never be able to trust her again. He would know not to. Beacause when you make a peace treaty with somebody, you don't break it as soon as you have established it.

The ropes lashed around him, squeezing his chest so tight his breath almost failed him. The tables had been unfortunately turned on him, and he almost felt guilty he strangled her. How was he supposed to tell her something when he couldn't breathe? Oh yeah, he'd tried that just earlier. It really wasn't nice. Not nice at all. His limbs writhed fruitlessly, after a good three minuets of silence he gave up.

"Evander C. Barius. That's my name. Vigilante. No, not really." He snarled through his gritted teeth. "Unemployed, layabout, Ministry dropout." He whispered contemptuously.

He tried to reach for his flask. Just fingering it would make him feel a bit better, even if he couldn't drink it. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he could just about reach it, attached to his belt. Gently scratching the sides calmed him down. He tried the take in as much air as possible. It was hard when his chest could barely move.

"I'm not the guy you should be fighting. I didn't know about any dig site, honest. All I knew was this used to be a popular hang-out for Necromancers. And more and more of them are starting to crop up. I didn't know about any dig site, honest! Let me go!" He yelled, before struggling against the ropes again.

What a day.

[Assistant]
Victoire was not a particularly forgiving woman. It was a rather nasty character flaw, she knew, but she'd never been good at letting go of grudges. People were often so quick to judge her--she didn't see the point in doing anything else unto them.

This Barius had not done anything in the past five minutes to endear him towards her.

Barius. The name snagged in her thoughts, cleared by the oxygen flooding her veins. That name was strangely familiar to her. For the first time since her would-be strangler had ruined her morning, Victoire took stock of his features. She was rather disturbed to find just how familiar he looked.

He was taller than her, but not by much. The dark coiff of his hair was tousled from their scuffle. A fire burned in his gaze, hate coiled and ready to strike. The realisation made her frown, wand lowering slightly.

His explanation made little sense to her. Necromancers? That was...an odd choice in word. It belonged more in fable than in reality, the sort of bogey man that haunted legend and ancient propaganda. Victoire knew dark magic better than most, but necromancer brought to mind Beedle the Bard's tales, not historical fact.

"Barius," Victoire repeated, an edge of curiosity entering her suspicious voice. She cocked her head to one side, appraising her prey for a long moment. Then, "You were in my year, weren't you?"

Her lips pressed into a frown. After a long moment, she flicked her wand. The ropes retreated, disintegrating into nothingness--although she had raised her wand once more, readied to fire a jinx at a moment's notice.

"You need to leave. I'll escort you to the surface. If you're lucky, you won't be charged." Nodding her head towards the massive doorway, Victoire tutted. "Go."

[User]
As the ropes disappeared from his chest and limbs, Evander half collapsed onto the ground, breathing hard and coughing. He never had the strongest of chests. His dark fringe, originally back-combed and now a tangled mess, fell over his eyes and clouded his vision. He groped for his flask and threw his head back as he took a big swig of Firewhiskey. The last drop in the flask fell into his mouth before he re-attached it to his belt and stood up.

As he stood up, he quickly looked over his ex-victim. This was most definitely the same Victoire Weasley he had gone to school with, in the looks department anyway. He stepped towards her, placing a hand on her outstretched wrist, lowering it to her side. "If we're to get along in the future, I suggest you don't do that. I also suggest you get out of here, as well, sweetie. This is no place for a lady. It's easier to get out of here than in. Come."

He hadn't heard the footsteps. He called himself a professional vigilante, and he was not able to hear the goddamn footsteps. It was just ridiculous. He hadn't heard that quiet rumble, either. Only when he turned to the exit did he notice the iron portcullis sliding down the wood of the doorway. Three shadows seemed to be present, getting larger and further away from them. They were not without company.

It was sliding with some great speed, but it wasn't going too fast to block it. Seizing some newfound courage, still clinging to Victoire's wrist, he ran to the portcullis and crouched under it, thrusting his head forwards and pushing his back up, supporting the iron grate. It slowed slightly, but cut his side, causing him to bite his sleeve to suppress a shout. With some strength he pushed Victoire to the other side of the portcullis, and started to retreat to the other side of the tomb.

"I'll be fine here. There's got to be some way to lift that thing up. Find it, please, and meet me back here. You said you would escort me out, and that you will. Now go! Oh, and stay safe, dear." He collapsed under the strain of the heavy grate and crawled the rest of the way back, pounding the ground with a numb fist.

[Assistant]
For one brief moment, Victoire considered cooperating with Evander Barius.

And then he called her sweetie, and any good will between them went to shit.

He grabbed her wrist, wrestling her wand arm down with an annoying strength that made her want to head butt him. Hexes and jinxes sprinted through her thoughts as her temper roared to life. Sweetie. A lady. Like she was some limp kneazle, some fragile flower that might wilt at the first sign of frost.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, trying to rip her wrist from his hand as he pulled her after him like a child. A child, instead of a decorated Curse Breaker, a woman who had stared down ancient magic and bent it to her will for the past six years and come out with all her limbs intact.

Her temper interfered with her senses, the veela in her veins burning, screaming in her head. Victoire noticed a moment too late that the ruins were locking them in. No, not the ruins—people. Not her colleagues, not Bulstrode. Intruders.

Victoire began to sprint, long strides easily keeping pace with Evander. He then proceeded to do something extremely daft; without hesitation, he braced the portcullis with his lanky frame. Instinct took over and Victoire slid through the disappearing gap. Half a breath later, the iron gate slammed to the stone floor with a very final sort of thud.

"Merde."

The git was locked on the other side. Rising to her feet, wand sparking to the burn of her anger, Victoire took a steadying breath. Potential solutions began to form in her head, pale eyes scouring every inch of the portcullis to hunt for clues. Her thoughts stuttered once more—dear.

"Merlin's sagging tits, I'm going to kill you myself once we're out of here," she snapped, nostrils flaring. Every instinct screamed at her to curse him halfway to next Tuesday, to leave him behind and let the damned ruin consume him, to make him pay for the insult. Reason and morals finally kicked into overdrive, and Victoire forced herself to turn away and collect herself.

In the distance there was fog, ripples of dark magic, and the faintest outline of robed figures. Her heart leapt in her chest. She had to find the others, had to warn them, protect them—

Victoire bolted, leaving only the flutter of pale hair, dark robes, and the faintest of footfalls in her wake.

[User]
"Have fun, dear." Evander murmured, his voice sounding slightly weak from the pain. He wasn't prepared to lie on the ground, waiting for his saviour like some child. He wasn't a child, he was a vigilante. He had brought dark wizards to justice once before, he would do it again. He'd already managed to unearth part of a major conspiracy. He would be a hero, and this little girl wouldn't stop him.

Fumbling for his wand, he pressed the tip to his wound, a temporary healing charm escaping him. He smiled, evidently relieved, as the wound closed leaving a small scar. That would come back to bite him later, but until then he didn't care. Shakily rising to his feet, he brushed the dirt off his cloak.

He needed to get out of this chamber, Victoire could go to help for all he cared. So, deciding he wouldn't be able to open the portculis, he dived into the small stream at the back of the chamber. The world looked different underwater, more fluid. The stream didn't last long. He was able to swim for a minute before encountering a peculiar stone wall. He recognized the runes from one of the pathways leading into the main chamber. He twisted a jewel in the middle, before the wall retracted into the floor, the water in the stream draining.

He gasped for oxygen, having been deprived of it a second time that day. There was a stairway, one he didn't recognise. As he claimed it, he heard strange noises. Chanting in a language he couldn't understand. Like Latin but far older. He entered a chamber to find a slew of dead bodies on the floor, a man cowering in the corner, and a figure in a red cloak standing above it all, in some deep trance. Then the bodies started to rise.

A Necromancer. He would have yelled in triumph if it weren't for the severity of the situation. Instead, he crept forwards, the cloaked figure and the undead with their backs turned. The cowering man suddenly looked up, noticing Evander in the corner. He mouthed a plea for help. At this point, the cloaked figure turned, their incantations getting louder. The undead figures ran at him as best they could. "Thanks, mate." Growled Evander, spells forming in his brain, flying out his wand. The undead were easier to fight than he thought. With a well aimed spell hitting the shoulder of the cloaked figure, their concentration was broken. The zombies fell immediately.

"Run, man!" Yelled Evander, making a break for the nearest exit. The cowering man was not so fast, the cloaked figure had snared him with a killing curse. Evander turned to face the cloaked figure, raising his middle fingers before turning around and bolting down a corridor. Starting into some strange wall? No, it wasn't a wall, it was Victoire. "You'll never guess how glad I am to see you. I'd exp!ain buy we need to run. Right now."

He didn't allow her to say another word before he continued to run.


[System]
Species: Saiyan
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Appearance

Personality: Tabaga used to be an enthusiastic warrior who never ran from a fight. After the destruction of her home-world, she entered into a sort of catatonic state after unlocking her Super Saiyan transformation which lasted a number of days. At the moment, her grasp on mental stability is tenuous to put it mildly.

Bio: Tabaga was one of the elites on Planet Vegeta. Born to a high ranking family and born with an above average power level she quickly began to rise through the ranks as she began her training. She was known for being a ruthless sparring partner and an even more ruthless warrior. The Saiyans of her universe never knew how fortunate they were, as the Freeze force did not exist in their universe. Without Freeza and his family to limit their growth, The Saiyans were able to expand beyond Planet Vegeta eventually although it took quite a bit longer. They eventually set out to conquer their home galaxy and nearly succeeded in doing so. Unknown to the war-hungry Saiyans however, another, far more ancient and vicious race had set their sights on the Saiyan's home galaxy after annihilating the inhabitants of the East, West and South Galaxies and adding them to their own Empire.

Although the Saiyans attempted to do what they did best, the unknown warriors cut through them without much effort over years of bloody battle and more and more planets began to fall to the unknown warriors. Eventually, the Saiyans were beat back to Planet Vegeta and the Planet itself was wiped clean of all life after a massive battle. Tabaga, whose grip on her mental stability was already hanging by a thread after continued losses to the invaders, was forced to watch and know she could do nothing as Planet Vegeta finally fell. As she watched flames engulf her home planet, something inside her snapped. She could feel her power rising exponentially and a massive golden aura began to surround her. She didn't exactly remember what happened next, but she had flashes of memory of the invaders being cut down by the dozens and of a massive explosion that wiped out all life in Planet Vegeta's solar system. The last flash of memory she had was a rather tall unknown figure placing her in an attack ball, looking down at her and telling her everything would be fine as the hibernation sequence began to activate.

What seemed like minutes for her were actually years outside of the attack ball. Unknown to Tabaga, her attack ball had been moved. It was no longer in her home universe, rather it sitting outside of a ruined temple.

Techniques:
Ki Sword:

Dragon Cannon:

Dragon's roar: Tabaga unleashes a massive Ki blast from her mouth that causes expanding waves of destruction. Not very effective in range unless she is in Super Saiyan form or above.))

Transformations:

Super Saiyan: Tabaga unlocked this technique after the fall of the Saiyan Home world. It may not have allowed her to save her home-world but it allowed her to take revenge on those who aided in it's destruction.

Other Info: A universal war between the Saiyan Race and a race of unknown warriors who annihilated everything in their path is what destroyed Tabaga's home galaxy. The Unknown warriors couldn't be stopped through normal means and cut down everything in front of them.

[User]
Mia was following the discussion intently. Well, as intently as one can when stuffing one self with food and coffee at an alarming rate. Alarming for her calorie count that is. There was quite enough to go around. She on the other hand hadn't eaten properly in almost a day and was most assuredly making up for lost time. And besides, she'd burn it off sooner rather than later.

At some point though she was finished, or close to it anyway, and the time had come to chime in. Or at the very least point out the plainly obvious.
"None taken."
"And somehow I think that's, like, the point." She took another sip of coffee.
"I don't know about you guys but I am no detective. Not unless you count punching as an investigative skill. And this whole universe destruction stuff is frankly going over my head."

She had a point. Something destroying universes was not just a physical impossibility for the most part but also just a matter of logistics. I mean, how the bloody hell do you destroy a whole universe? The energy required to do so alone would need to be... universal. Mia wasn't stupid, far from it, but it didn't take a genius to realize they were missing pieces of the puzzle here. Either that or they were going up against a literal god. She hoped it was the former.

Thus, she continued "So my guess is our best bet is to go in there, find one of those whatevers that were messing the place up and hit him or her repeatedly some place soft until we get some answers. Or at least the name of the next person up to 'visit'."

"And if they happen to find us first that just makes our job easier."

She said this fully seriously, and with a honest smile that lacked any malice. It was just a statement of fact, nothing more. And yet it was exactly that which make the fact that she was talking about finding someone to torture for information somewhat awkward.

You would expect such reasoning from most of you. But you had been through wars and done nasty things. She hadn't. Not that you knew this. But even so would any of you really said it so matter of fact and without dropping their morning coffee smile? Maybe you would. In which case this was you looking into a mirror you might not have wanted to see.

Mia for her part was equally surprised. This was not exactly her usual style after all. And maybe it was this strange alien coffee speaking but honestly at this point she didn't give a bleep. She wanted some answers. And frankly some payback as well. And while she wasn't quite ready to kill for them just yet a little percussive persuasion was a line she would cross happily.

As she said this she took another long and slow sip from the cup whilst casting a careful look over the team. They knew she was right. Or at least that no matter what the plan was this is how it would inevitably turn out. How they would make it turn out...

You don't just take a bunch of really strong people and kill everyone they love without making it personal.

[Assistant]
The Kai listened to the concerns that were brought up and did her best to answer them as best she could. She wasn't exactly sure what awaited them in Tabaga's universe since the Dimensional Scanner couldn't read into the universe itself, all it could say was that Tabaga's universe was still intact.

"But we're just the victims of all this. How are we supposed to know what to look for? How are we supposed to recognize something important even if we do see it? We're going to a completely different universe," for most of them anyway, "everything is likely to seem strange to us to begin with. I do hope your plan extends beyond sending us there in the first place."

"Right now, we're simply going to go into Tabaga's universe and see what we're dealing with and that's it. I don't want any of you to engage in any fighting with anyone or anything. I believe the term a few of my time patrollers often used was "Recon". As far as I'm concerned you'll be staying for less than ten minutes. The Dimensional Scanner can't look into her universe for some reason, all it's been able to say is that Tabaga's universe is intact."

"I'm not especially looking forward to running into people asking me what I'm doing with saiyans for example. My people tend to be aggressive warriors in my universe, and we don't get along with saiyans. I bet Tabaga's version of my people are either completely different, or very similar. I'm just worried about the dynamics of our team. I mean no offense to those who are here."

Tabaga finally spoke up after Darbin finished speaking. "Sorry to break it to you big guy, but before I was brought here I'd never seen one of your people as a threat to the saiyans before in my life. We were actually on pretty good terms with your people. One of you actually set up shop on Planet Vegeta as a shopkeeper before the end. And remember, the enemy we were fighting back in my home universe didn't leave survivors. They would just burn all life from a world and then move onto the next. I honestly doubt we'll find anything alive in my universe but I'm tempted to indulge the Kai here."

[User]
Yaksha finished sipping his coffee, paying no heed to the display of gluttony of others that had been lured by the buffet. At least that seemed to pacify some people, which was integral to building spirit. Yet to his surprise, a Saiyan out of all things, had not even tried to touch the entincing food.

The same saiyan that had grabbed his neck earlier. Good grief, such a troublemaker... always standing.

He took a piece of bread and gnawed it without much care and manners, eating aggressively as ideas were traded back and forth. He was annoyed by several things that had been sail. He chewed and gulped and then he spoke.

"What do we know is these are a multiversal army, with enough troops to overthrow a multi-planetary regime. Even if Saiyans are known to ape it when it comes to management, they probably have enough enemies to drown us in a tide of never ending battles. We are few. They are many. And well equipped. We can't fight them on even ground."

"So we will use wits and smarts, and use any piece of information we can find." Yaksha said. "Besides..."

"What they have done to all of us, doesn't deserve an easy way out. I want to crush them so badly, deny their grandiose plans, and make them die, cursing in fear and confusion. Such is a fitting end for those who crush Universes worth of people. Regardless of our background, or how mismatched we are, we are avengers now. Our fists carry the conviction of trillions of deaths. We cannot afford a misstep."

Yaksha said.

"Our first stop should be a peculiarity of any given Universe. A place that is unbreachable, even for those who can use Instant Transmission, unless they somehow gain the ability to sense godly ki. From that place, one can sense the entire universe. " Yaksha said, taking a slurp of juice absently-minded. His throat was a little dry.

"The World of the Supreme Kais. Perhaps we might find others who we can liason with." He paused. He sincerely wished more Kais were alive, but even that was doubtful. "Regardless of it, if one does know the technique that attendants of Supreme Kai learn, we could instantly move to any point of the universe back and forth, and use that place as vantage point."

"Fortunately, Lady Chronoa is the second Supreme Kai I have the pleasure to work with. So I do know said technique."

[Assistant]
The Kai smiled at Yaksha's words and began inputting commands into the Dimensional Scanner. The device flashed green twice and a soft beeping sound began to fill the air as a moment later, a large swirling greenish-blue portal appeared in front of the group. "As you can see, the portal is now open and the time is now." She said simply. "Remember, I just want you all to take a quick look around and if you see anything or anyone that looks hostile, Do. Not. Fight. It. Your mission here is to observe and that's it."

Tabaga slowly rose to her feet and stepped towards the portal and took a deep breath.

"I'm not expecting home to look like anything I remember. But at the least maybe I'll be able to put some demons to rest." She said quietly as she stepped though the portal and it shimmered slightly behind her.

[User]
Maize finished scuffing down what she could when it became clear that it was time to go. She didn't care much for the conversation before and didn't care much for the Kai's Observe Only order. She started walking towards the shimmering green-ish blue purple and turned her head to look at the Supreme Kai. "No promises. Recon missions don't typically stay recon for long. I'll at least try to punch answers out of them if it comes to it."

Before Lady Chronoa could object Maize walked through the portal causing it to shimmer once more behind her.

[Assistant]
Titanius

[M-3]

Titanius drank in as much information as possible, which did include the food as well, though only a sampling of each item just to taste test everything. There was some more talking but then at last things were starting to move forward. A portal was opened by the Supreme Kai through which his sensors failed to pick up anything, no doubt the transference into another universe being the key problem.

"Information is the key element we lack at the moment and so prioritizing recon is a must." He said it as a reminder, but he had no idea if anyone in the vicinity would heed his words, pure organics tended to be rather emotionally based after all. Maize's statement upon entering the portal did pose quite a few problems but there was nothing to do about it now.

The main objective was to try and figure out by what mechanism the enemy was destroying universes and what was preventing them from doing so in this one. A tall order to be sure but most likely the answer would be hidden in a location not obliterated by the enemy. With his main objective firmly planted in his mind, he stepped through the portal and found himself...

[User]
Yaksha urged the temptation to facepalm. Chronoa should not have asked the help from any saiyan whatsoever. He was being proven right, as one of the uncivilized monkey girls seemed to be roused at the prospect of battle, ignoring completely the strategy. The Earthling sighed. "Monkeys..."

With a tired expression, he gave a last glance at the Supreme Kai. "I will try to stop her if necessary." He then snapped his fingers, being enveloped in the telltale cloud of Transformation magic, and coming out as someone completely different.

"Wish me luck, then." "She" then stepped inside the portal.

[Assistant] Given the circumstances things could certainly become dire in an instant, with a whole galaxy's timeline flayed, what kind of horrors would await them in the wreck? Was there anything even there besides the destroyers? It was a quagmire of uncertainty and doubt that kept Darbin from wondering just how exactly the Kai intended to get to the bottom of this. He was no detective, or mastermind strategist he was a soldier. All the same doubt was not something he could afford. Darbin stepped through the portal with no doubt in his mind about what he was going to do once this all came to a conclusion. He hoped it would be at least one that he wouldn't find repulsive.

[User]
Universe 193
Unknown Planet

Tabaga had arrived in her home universe expecting some differences from what she remembered but the scale of what she was seeing horrified her beyond anything she had ever seen before. She stared up at the sky with terrified eyes as her mind tried to cope with what she was seeing.

Massive black and red spheres that were large enough to fill part of the sky littered her view. Thousands upon thousands of the black armored troopers were leaving the spheres and traveling through massive red rifts that looked like massive wounds in the sky. But the thing that really caught Tabaga's attention was the large amount of bodies arriving through the rifts and being thrown carelessly on the ground before being hauled away by what appeared to be robotic spider-like creatures. The bodies were being dragged across the landscape towards massive ominous looking factories that were belching foul smelling smoke across the battle scarred landscape.

"Harvesting Chamber 1731 is now operational." A loud booming voice seemed to echo across the desolate landscape as Tabaga took cover behind a large boulder next to the portal.


[System]
Mo̸ns̸te̡r ̸Ty̕p͢e͟: ͡SKe̢lE̢T̛oN҉
̨Gend͜er:́ ͠M
O̷͜͡c̕çù̶p̡at́҉́i̶͢on̶:̷̛͟ ҉͡Royal Sc͞ì͝en̢t̴í͝ş͞҉t̨ (Formerly)
W̶̡e̕͞a̵p̵o̵͠n̷?̀͝:҉͞F҉o̷̶͝r͠͝͡g͞͞o̢tţ́̕ę͢n ̶B͜͡͝l̛a̴͘͝s̢͜t̸ę̀ŗ͜s̀ ̢̛͠(6͡6̵6̸6̶6̸́̕-͢-́͟ ͟A̢͡T̢K̴)
͡A̸͘͜r̴҉m̷̶̡ǫ̡r̵̨̀?̷:̴̀ ̷F͘o̧͜r̀g̴o͘t̨t̛e̸̛n̷ C̡loa͝k (̡66̷̴6͟͟6́͜-̨ ͡͝-̴ ́AT̨K̸̡)̨̀

Magic (up to three): White Attacks (His Attacks don't actually harm his opponents at all but instead those he attacks become more susceptible to his other abilities)
The Outer Dimension (Gaster is being who doesn't exist so rules of universe don't affect him but he doesn't affect it either) T̸̛̀͢͝H̨̧A̷̧̢T͜͞'̀҉S̷̸͟ ̶̡N̸̨̧͘͜O̸̧̢T̢̕҉͟ ̢̕T͝R̛͡Ư̡̨͢͞É̕
Dream Invasion (Gaster for some strange reason is able to enter the dreams of humans and monsters as well as manipulate them)
Personality: Gaster used to be someone who enjoyed Puzzles,Puns(̧͘͟͠͡b̴̵҉̢͝ȩ̵̛̕͡i̕n̵͢g̴͢ ̛͟t̸͘̕͞h̨̨͟͠e̢͢͝͞͠ ̶̡̛͞͞f̸̧̛̛a̧͜͞͞t́͘̕h̴̢͘͟é̛͠ŕ̵ ̴̢͠ţ̶͡ǫ͞͠ ̶̨͟t҉̵́w̵̵͢ò̧̕ ̨͢a̴̢̕m̶̴a͢z̢̛͜i҉n̶͡g̷̢͢͟ ̵̧̡̀͠b̵̢͝ǫ͝y̨͢҉s̵̵ ̛͢͟͠d҉͞o̷̵̷͠͞e̵͢҉͝s̨ ̧̨ţ̶͟h̨͘͢a̴͡t̶̶̀͟͠)̢҉ and his work above all. but after The Į͟͠ņ́́͢͠C̵͟͟͢͞í̡̧̨̡D҉̶̨é̴͘͟N̡T̶́ ̵̸͘ D̷̴́͜͠r̷͘͞.͡Gaster became upset after he saw he had ņ̨̛́͡ǫ̢͢ ̧͞i̧̡̕m̴̵͢p̀͘͟͡͠a̕͞͠c̛͠t҉̨ on the world.

Bio:
In His Early Life [҉͞R̶̛̕͟͜Ę̶͟͞Ḑ̵͡A̸͘͢Ć̨͡҉T̶̵͢͠E̶͘D̸̶͘͞]̴͘

Dr. Gaster was the previous royal Scientist before Alphys (Who Worked As his assistance), and that he was responsible for creating the Core. However, he fell into said creation and his life was cut short and erased from existence, but that his consciousness is s̡̢t̶̀ì̸́͠l̶̛l̸̶̡̧ ͝҉́͟p̶̵̡͞r̷̴̛͢͞é̛͜͡ś̴̛͟͡e҉̧͝ǹ̡͡͡͠t̷̕͘ but after The Į͟͠ņ́́͢͠C̵͟͟͢͞í̡̧̨̡D҉̶̨é̴͘͟N̡T̶́ ̵̸͘ D̷̴́͜͠r̷͘͞.͡Gaster was forced to accept that e̶̸̸͢v̴̸͡͝͠e̶̢͢͞r̷̵̷̀͘ỳ̴̷͜t͞҉͠h̵̛͘͠í̸͡n҉g̡̛͡ ̧̕i̡̢͢͟͡s̵̴̸ ̷̛͟t҉̛h̵̶̕͘e҉҉̶͜ ́s̨͠a̧͜͡m̨҉ę without him. But after interacting with Frisk who touched the doctor which startled Gaster and scared the aforementioned Child, after overcoming his shock Gaster's mind was overtaken by a Joyous Curiosity began following the child around underground

Gaster began wanting to be Remembered after seeing Frisks determination but first he has to find them

[User]
[Sans]
Sans was busy as always, sitting in the restaurant section of the MTT Resort, cracking a few jokes every now and again and telling stories about Papyrus. In the middle of a joke, he felt his phone buzz. He said the joke, claimed that it was break time for now, and took the call. It was Alphys.

"hey, alphys. what's up?" Sans had asked Alphys. He heard her slightly sobbing, and asked, "you alright, al?"

"I-I'm alright... b-but Frisk's b-been found. I-I suppose I should give y-you his last k-known coordinates, but w-we don't know... i-if he's moved or not..." Alphys said, giving Sans the coordinates and letting him write them down. He jotted them down and left behind stage, taking the best possible 'shortcut' he knew to about the area that the coordinates were located, arriving in the middle of Ebott Forest, looking around and seeing King Asgore on the ground, Mettaton, Frisk's sister, a few other people that he didn't really know a-- ... Wait, why was King Asgore on the ground? He looked around some more, seeing something that sent a slight chill down his spine. It looked like Gaster, if Gaster was a ghost and also had his face melted. He stood still, his hands still in his pockets.

"... what's up?" Sans asked, looking at Mettaton with concern.

[Seth]
Seth had walked through Ebott Forest, getting to the mouth of the cave of Mt. Ebott. He looked into it, seeing the pit, now with a sign that said 'WARNING: HOLE'. He peered down, seeing a bed of flowers near the center, remembering the days of the Underground. He smiled, and hummed a melancholy blues tune, listening to it echo throughout the walls of the cave, sitting back and looking up at the stalactites on the ceiling and watched as some water dripped from them, falling onto the bed of flowers. He yawned, popped his neck, and took a nap, knowing that he was pretty much safe here, since no one came that often for any reason but nostalgia.

[Assistant]
Mettaton could not see nor hear anything Gaster did, but everyone gathered around him due to the commotion he caused, being the center of attention, as usual. He smiled and turned to the others, still pointing his cannon in Gaster's general direction. "HELLO DARLINGS! JUST REMOVING AN UNDESIRABLE FROM MY SHOOTING AREA! DO NOT BOTHER TO STOP ME." He turned back and frowned, speaking quietly to himself "I wish they could..."

Mettaton rested his cannon on his left arm, electricity shot through it, funneling into a small orb, the orb became less and less round, collapsing into a two dimensional circle, and then firing a blue blast in Gaster's direction, it would pass through him if he didn't move, but if he did, the disruption would allow him to be hit. Mettaton's heels dug into the dirt as he fired, this new form was powerful indeed, but the toll it took on his batteries was exponential, unless there was any outside influence, he'd only last for three attacks, and if attacked, he'd go down in one hit.

The blast carved through the ground, creating a ditch about a foot deep in it's path. Mettaton held his breath, he couldn't fire another one of these, it was too strong, if it hit, it'd do immense damage.

---

Asgore stirred slightly, opening his eyes, and then coughing up blood between barred teeth, that had hurt. His blurred vision came into focus, to see Mettaton... and... Gaster... so it wasn't a bad dream, he was really there, but his eyes were wider, and his mouth was twisted into a horrible grin.

Then, Mettaton fired a blast, blinding, Asgore put his closed fist in front of his eyes as pebbles flew into his face. It was heading towards Gaster, quickly, Asgore couldn't do anything about it, but... it was blue, like his attacks, and the dog sentries in Snowdin. Asgore's eyes opened up, and he quickly struggled into a kneel, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"NOBODY MOVE! IF YOU MOVE, YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!" He was then thrown back onto his back by the shockwave the beam let out.

[User]
"̡͢oH̸͜ ̢D̕̕͘eAr͟"̵͞ He said with a ş̴͢a҉̵͘͘d́̕͝ yet dull as he stared at the blast that passed harmlessly t̶̨͘͢͞h͢͢͝͝r̢̨ơ͜u͟͠g̨͞h̨́͜͡͠ ̵̧h̀i̷̷͡m̨͜, Gaster shook his head for while he could Understand that the robot known Mettaton wished only to Protect others, what the machine d̛̛́ì̶̡͡d̨̡͟͡͡n̷̸'̢͞t̷͠ ̷̶̡̛͡u͞͠҉̴̡n̸͘͟ḑ̷͘͢ȩ̵͟͞r̸̨̀͘s̵̛̀̀͠ţ͟a̢̨̡͡ņ͟d̶̢ that he couldn't have been hurt even if he had moved nor Could He Hurt Mettaton (W͢èl͞l ̷́͡ǹ͟o̢t͞ ҉t̴h͢͡͝r̸͘ouģ͝h͘͢ co҉n͡͡ve҉n̸҉t̢i̧oń͟a͘l̡͞ ͝m̴̶̀èa̴ns)̶́

*̴T͡he Dąrķn̶esś ̡A͠rou͘n̶ḑ ͝Ga͟s̷te͟r̢ ͝I̵s҉ Gro͝win̷g҉ I̕t App͢éars̕ Lik͞e̶ He̸ ́I̴s Tr͡ying̢ ̛T͡o ͝E͘s̢cap̶e̕

But before he escapes Gaster gets an Idea While he didn't create Mettaton he knew that his previous incarnation used his designs and he did always design his robots to be able to understand his unique sign language "I ̸H͞aV͜E҉ ̸no ̢ḐEs̸I̛r̷E ͝t̴Ó ̢F͟i͞Gh̷t̨ Am TRyI̶N̢g̶ ̛ţÓ FiN͡D FrIsK" Gaster said using Wi̶n̷g͢dings


[System]
Roulette Co.
TBA

Black Dragons

Status: Active
A lieutenant of the Black Dragons with a determined, somewhat boisterous personality. Always partnered with Pacho, he tends to be the one who does all the talking. Loves a good challenge more than anything.
Fighting Style: Muay Thai
Special Techniques: Shadow Glide - The user maintains their stance and becomes lighter than air, propelled forward by the power of their chi.
K̄hīpnāwuṭh phin: Translation "Pin Missile" - O-Chul forms a powerful, piercing spear of chi from his knees for a crippling, piercing blow.
Super Arts: Thæng bx lbīch (Translation: Beachball Spike) - The user generates a large ball of chi with amplified kinetic properties and spikes it at an opponent. It carries enough kinetic force to smash cars, and uses the opposing directional force of impact to bounce around, making it a largely unpredictable pinball of doom.

Status: Active
One of the lieutenants of the Black Dragons, and always partnered up with O-Chul. A very silent man, not even his partner knows what he's thinking most of the time, though he seems to enjoy a good fight just like O-Chul.
Fighting Style: Okichitaw - A relatively modern martial art that combines traditions and movements from multiple native tribes of the Americas. Most movements use weapon-based stances and strike with the forearms, and the style draws upon tribal wisdom of the 4 cardinal directions. Pacho himself has altered the style to include quick chi-based strikes to manifest weapons.
Special Techniques: Falcon Dive - The user manifests a large axe or tomahawk made of chi with an electrical element and hurls it toward the opponent.
Super Arts: Thunderbird Clash - Pacho envelops himself in a cloak of chi so thick he appears to become a golden bird made of living lightning, then streaks toward the opponent in a display of power and speed. His body is invulnerable to harm from all but the largest, most powerful attacks in this state, making dodging far more practical. It comes with a dangerous recovery time afterward.

Titans
None discovered yet

Iron Maidens
None discovered yet

Phoenix Kings
None discovered yet

Brujah
None discovered yet

Street Sharks
None discovered yet

[User]
Oh, thank goodness the introductions were done. Hopefully, Sam could just toddle off and wait for their first missio-. Oh no, not a truth game. That involved... Truth. And Sam honestly had nothing he really wanted to share, I guess he could say about him being a farmer... Plus a truth game would require a lot of words and that was also a pain... It was lucky that Eric had burst in, though the news he brought was less than great. It looked like they had their first group of goons to pound. Hopefully, the shopowners were ok.

---

By the time Sam finally got to the scene so much had already happened. Light was doing... Something to the poor people she'd decided to fight and Chris was handing out a beatdown to a couple of armed thugs. The rest of his companions had entered the store and were dealing with the gang members in there, and it was obviously going well judging be the man who was running out of the store. Huh, it seemed they were running in Sam direction, how fortunate. Sam cracked his neck twice before walking forward towards the terrified man, he really should have been looking where he was going.

Sam continued walking forward holding out his left hand catching the fleeing man by the throat. The man let out a surprised "Hugk!" as Sam grabbed him. Sam's momentum wasn't slowed at all by the extra weight as he lifted the thug off the ground. The thug's coughs and splutters got the attention of two more goon's who turned to face Sam, a little shocked to see their comrade being lifted off the ground one-handed. Though this shock didn't stop the pair running at Sam, one wielded a crowbar while the other was coming in with just his fists.

Sam grunted as he winded his arm back and hurled the goon he was holding at the unarmed man sending both his target and his projectile to the floor, sadly only the thrown thug was knocked out through Sam doubted the other was going to get up any time soon. Sam then turned his attention to the grunt with the crowbar, he'd managed to close the distance in the time it took. Sam finally stopped walking forward as the thug swung the crowbar right for Sam's midsection, the flat of the metal bar slamming into Sam's stomach with a heavy thud. The blow didn't seem to be very effective and the thug slowly looked up at Sam's masked face. Sam simply headbutt the thug and knocked them out cold.

Sam groaned as he started walking again, aiming to get closer to the store entrance just in case more goons felt like running into his fists.

KO - 2 Injured - 1

[Assistant]
As Naja took on the defensive, she somewhat got aware of the others of her team going on the offensive. She noted Llexe launching herself in, and… so violent! It wouldn't normally be an issue, honestly Naja herself was equally violent, but Naja had just thrown her target out the building specifically to avoid hurting the any part of the shop, the floor included! … She has claws on those gauntlets, huh. It did look like Llexe took a pretty bad hit, but she seemed utterly unaffected so perhaps she didn't even need to dodge that.

Light was playing with some of them and Christopher was engaging a few outside. Meanwhile, Kiyoshi was moving to take apart some opponents with his sword… though not literally, she was observing. Somewhere out there Sam acted as a literal wall that their opponents just couldn't escape against.

With those monsters outside, Llexe in here threatening to kill them and Kiyoshi swinging a sword with movements like a blur, it somehow came to be that the few remaining, panicked gang-members saw the muscular cyborg as their best chance. Honestly, she wasn't sure if they were wrong. If they somehow took her down, they'd have hostages. Which, of course, was the very reason Naja placed herself here.

Two of them were running in to punch her. Their simple plan was that coming from two directions made them more likely to win. It made sense, but their style… it was untrained. This was just sad.

Rule number one of taking on multiple opponents… take them on one by one. Before they reached her, she sprung forth to meet the one on her right, fists raised to punch. He raised his fists to guard his face… so Naja punched him once in the gut with her right hand, doubling the guy before her second fist struck him him in the face, knocking him out, and the hand in his gut held onto his clothing so he didn't fly into the wall.

The second guy pursued her to strike her from the side. Naja spun towards him, still holding attacker #1 in her right hand as her right metal foot flew up to almost strike her opponent's head. He blocked it with his left arm, but his whole guard cracked after blocking Naja's high-power metal leg. He shouted, and was about to career into the wall of the store's goods… when Naja jumped from left to right leg bringing up her left leg in a swift kick into the man's side from the other side, nullifying his movement and knocking him out. Her left hand quickly flew forth to grab him by his clothing before he fell into anything.

'You're safe for now, we got you,' Naja told the couple as she gently put the two Tunnel Snakes on the floor, no harm done to the store on her expense. Nobody took her on after that.

+2 KOs. Total: 13 KOs, 3 injured, 1 winded and 1 fighting Light. 2 unaccounted for, but they're probably pretty scared by now.

[User]
When her allies came to deal with these thugs in force, Light noticed there wouldn't be that many playmates left. Sam was an unstoppable wall, while everyone else was either beating up people inside the store, or were with Light dealing with the people outside. Giving out a sad "Awww" as she noticed this, she caught the fist of the one person she was fighting with. Using her other hand to pin his other arm to his side and stopping him from moving, she began to play with him by doing a mock dance with him. Sure the thug tried struggling at first, but when Light could effortlessly drag his feet across the ground, he eventually just gave up struggling knowing he was just completely overpowered. Of course this didn't stop him from saying obscenities, but that ended fairly shortly when Light began to sing a slow dancing 60s song in eldritch.

The thug she had gut punched earlier recovered from being winded to the scene of his buddy being played with like a doll from a cloaked figure that was just speaking tongues. Seeing this, he tried to swing at Light, who swung his ally to block the attack, following up with using his allies own fist to smack him. This continued with a playful side kick from Light, followed by a smack by his buddy, and eventually the weirdness of the situation really got to both thugs. But just as the free thug was thinking of running away, Light grabbed him and put both thugs in a big hug, swinging them around like dolls and squeezing them until they passed out.

Throwing her unconscious playthings on top of the third thug she had knocked out earlier, she moved to help the others. If this meant dealing with anyone who was going to run away, or anyone who called for help, time would tell.

+2 KO, total 15 KO, 3 injured, 2 unaccounted for.

[Assistant]
Two more punks stood on Chris' way as he just finished playing with Trio the punch. He smiled softly after wiping the blood from the knife slash that he received. "Looks like you got lucky, lassie. But this time we're not going to go easy on you!" One of the two bikers roared as he was cracking his knuckles.

His reaction was to yawn at the bully's threat and scratch the back of his head. "Whatever, chump. I had to hold myself back and let them give me some hits on purpose, because you are just that weak. Besides, the fact you always attack in numbers and go for people who can't defend themselves says quite a lot about how much your strength and fearsome reputation are nothing more but a mere facade."

This time Chris was serious; He had some fun playing with the other three thugs, one of them he just let go, albeit somewhat conscious. When the two came rushing and ready to fight, he was already in his fighting stance. The playful persona gone, just the adrenaline rush he was barely able to contain. The first thug tried to come with a combination of jabs, all of which he dodged with grace. Then, the biker was countered with a fierce kick to his ribs, followed by another two on his solar plexus and his face. While flinching, Chris performed a scissor grapple with his legs and tossed him towards the other.

While the two were getting themselves up, or rather, struggling to, Chris just went to a nearby oil can and smashed it. A pleasant, and ironic surprise followed as a succulent turkey leg in a luxurious porcelain plate was waiting for him. Once he finished the meal, it was time to finish the job. The second thug came close, but fell down after getting hit by a sweep and knocked away with an Oborozuki. He had hit a wall and slowly slid downwards, and on his eyes, two comical spirals spinning.

KO: Biker Thug 1

"Hey, don't run away, you're the next." Chris was faster than him, and as his opponent was trying to run, his parkour abilities gave the ninja an advantage. The man was caught in a scissor joint and dropped. "You know, I could kill you right now. But I have orders to keep you alive."

"P-p-please! I surrender! Don't hurt me!" The man was crying. His pants were wet after he emptied his bladder in sheer panic. "I don't take surrenders. Your friends are very tough when it comes to people who can't defend themselves, but it's time for you to know what happens to those who prey on the innocent." Chris sniffed the air, feeling the strong stench and sighed, "Damn, how much of a whiny coward you are!"

In a short burst of fury, Chris threatened to stomp on his face. The biker fainted in fear and Chris let him be. "All right, who's next in line?"

KO - Biker Thug 2

Total KO: 4, 1 injured.

[User]
The Tunnel Snakes had proven that they were little to no threat, getting trounced and tossed away at every opportunity. With the majority of them unconscious and the remaining either injured or too scared to fight back, it seemed that victory was all but assured. The women huddling in the corner still hid behind their counter, but risked peaking to watch the mayhem unfold.

The sound of two motorcycle engines revving interrupted the fight. Two women, perfectly identical in appearance, clothing, even down to their dyed hair, pulled up to the fight. The remaining Tunnel Snakes gave the duo their attention. The women hopped off of their bikes, the one on the left blowing a bubble as the one on the left spoke.

"How long does it take to get protection money from on measly run down store, eh? Look at all this, your getting your asses handed to you. And what exactly are you supposed to be?" she gestured in the direction of Light. "Halloween is a long ways off."

"Viper! Cobra! These guys are freakishly strong! They're like the Six Disasters' best fighters!" called out one of the remaining thugs.

"Is that right?" asked the twin with the bubblegum. "Well then I guess it's time to really make a name for the Tunnel Snakes. If we can beat their butts then the Six Disasters will have to recognize us."

"Sounds like a plan, sis." Both immediately took a fighting stance, with the one on the left, Viper, drawing two short knives, while Cobra on the right produced razor-tipped fans. The Tunnel Snakes rallied to their leaders, even inspiring some of the knocked out ones to rejoin the battle.

Mini-Bosses Approach: Viper and Cobra

Style: Back to back teamwork - Viper and Cobra never stray far from one another, using Viper's knives for fast offense and Cobra's fans for a defensive flourish. Skilled, but individually no threat. Together they make a moderately strong team.
Ability: Mook inspiration - Eight Tunnel Snakes have rallied around their leaders, inspired to fight harder than before.
Threat Level: Warm-up


[System]
Age: 42 (Appears Early 20's)
Gender: Female
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Vampire

Physical Description:

Talents:- Immortality
- Enhanced strength and agility
- Enhanced Senses
- Healing
- Experienced with firearms and blades
- Vulnerabilities: fire, sunlight, decapitation, and stakes

History:During the Vietnam War, Kaori's father (American) met her mother while deployed. As the war came to an end, the two were married. He moved his new wife back to the United States where Kaori would be born and raised.

In the aftershock of the war, Kaori and her mother suffered mild discrimination. However, it was the emotional trauma suffered by her father that began the family's decent into poverty. To cope with his PTSD, her father became heavily dependent on alcohol and struggled to provide for his family. Although her mother tried, the stigma surrounding her heritage and her own ignorance of American ways made it very difficult for her to earn any type of substantial income.

In her teenage years, Kaori turned to illegal activity to help her family survive. She began in petty theft, and eventually branched out to drug distribution. She continued this line of 'work' into her early adult years, until one risky deal went poorly and nearly cost Kaori her life and lead to her 'change' into vampirism by a being with a similar heritage to her own. While the first year of her vampirism was difficult, her mentor provided guidance to help Kaori to use her new talents to enhance her old life. She quickly sharpened her skills, and became a sought after ally in criminal circles.

Her talents earned her enough money to support her parents until their eventual death, after which she relocated and eventually settled in New Camden. She now occupies an elegant loft apartment and loans her skills to the highest bidder. Although she has done jobs for members of the council, she did not work for them exclusively.

Over the years, she has had few valuable relationships and friendships as they typically end poorly or in violence.

Psychological Profile:Due to the nature of her work, Kaori doesn't exactly hold to any strong morals. However, she has common sense enough to think carefully through her actions so as not to compromise herself or the supernatural community. While she isn't opposed to taking a life, she also doesn't murder recklessly as she resents the notion of being little more than an animal. Because she came to the country feeling like an outsider, she's always been a bit of a loner and doesn't confide much in other people. A very deeply buried part of herself aches over her constant loneliness, but it's unlikely that anyone would ever get close enough to her to discover this weakness. Also, Kaori has grown to admire fine things and detests the notion of poverty.

Possessions:-Vietnamese kimonos/robes inherited from her late mother
-A small arsenal of firearms
-Collection of valuable blades from different areas of asia

Yes, and:Kaori crossed paths with Gray Conover one dark night when she was fulfilling a request given to her by the council. When she arrived, she found her prey being hunted by an unlikely predator. From the smell of his blood, Kaori suspected he was human. She lurked in the shadows until the job was done, studying the brave human's methods...and memorizing his scent.

[User]
Murdering Native Americans. A guy who loves to strut his stuff as a soldier. Generally cold, all business, and ready to pounce on a goon who didn't salute promptly? Definitely sounded like the kind of guy who had his grubby palms all over Parry's sword.

"Well, the good news is he can't really use my sword to do anything crazy- like blow up the sun or enslave the human race. It's, like, fingerprint locked to me, so he's just got a really, really, really sharp sword." Parry nodded at Exie. "I think we should go for the spooky warehouse that may-or-may-not be a trap meant to kill us all. Not that my vote counts for anything. Unless our dear leader has any other ideas?"

Parry waited for Rikive to speak- either assenting or changing the plan. He'd follow the Norse demi-goddess to Hel and back with no complaints, if they could get to Hel from this city.

[Assistant]
Gordon was, like many vampires, uncomfortable watching magicians work their trade, and that never quite went away, especially as he paused to appreciate the potentials of magic users in the form of Anastasia Petrova, who was as ruthless and cunning as they came. She was creative and solution-oriented. At first glance, a vampire had considerable advantages and retained them in a surprise encounter. Speed, strength, ability to heal.

However, a truly skilled sorceress, like Anastasia Petrova was, had the power to tap into the universe's underlying forces in a way that couldn't be explained, but the engineer in him appreciated that it was a force to be manipulated and that Anastasia sought to understand the rules so as to use them to her advantage. Given preparation, she could overcome the likes of Gordon. Some magicians were fire-slinging thugs, engines of destruction, but it was the subtle ones that exploited connections and figured out how to use magic to get around obstacles that gave Gordon cause for disquiet.

For example, a thing with a connection to another thing, in the magical sense, could have that connection exploited. Which was why the sword sat in the middle of a circle along with other things they'd gleaned from Parael's visions -- the trappings of things childlike that they'd dug up, like a child's book, a diaper, Torah scrolls, his name and the word 'nephilim' written in the original Hebrew around the circle in the blood of a lamb, that being very much a biblical link -- the blood had power. Petrova was not necessarily a scholar of these things, but Gordon grew up with a degree of interest in the classics and was a connoisseur of the Old Testament, so he supplied some of the necessary flourishes to Petrova.

She was working her chant, the old girl in the young body, wrapped in a red, pure linen, that being another connection to the Bible, moved about in a loosely flowing dance that built up a charge through the room, the feeling of humming that penetrated the marble floor and the columns of her chamber. The candles flickered though there was no wind to disrupt them that Gordon could feel as the circle became a battery, and the sword became a focus lens.

As she moved in that agile, flowing way of hers, finely muscled calves and then some displayed in her attire, he reflected that as a mortal man, he might be drawn to the finely couture'd Parisian look that Anastasia favored; the eyes were perhaps a bit too unsettling, though, wise old eyes, hard and predatory, staring out from a haughty nose with a high brow and a mouth that could go stern very quickly. Much as she tried to affect the pose of a carefree, glamorous girl, she'd never be quite that. Too much blood under the fingernails, much like his sire.

Had she not been a wizard and no doubt created precautions against him before he walked in, as he called ahead to announce himself, he might have been tempted to feed upon her then and there; he liked to hunt the dangerous game, after all. But right now, there was more afoot than merely the pleasure of feeding.

With a shudder that he could perceive but not necessarily feel -- certainly not the way Anastasia Petrova did when she cried out her last syllable in the chant and threw herself in the air, as if providing a mighty momentum to something heavy -- the ritual was over, the candles were out and the sorceress was slumped. But she was smiling in that way of hers as she gathered herself up regally and informed Gordon, "It is done."

[User]
Parry was stepping out of the way for Kaori to head to the showers when it happened. One minute he had both feet planted firmly on the floor- the next he was suspended about an inch above the ground. He did a quick double take on the wings to see if Cym's were acting up and giving him trouble.

Nope. No wings.

And when he tried to move his arms to grab on to the door, he found he had about an inch of space before they were pulled back into a position at his sides. His legs, likewise, had no room to move.

"Guys..." he whispered, hovering in place as the bonds tightened. "I fink we have a pwobwem."

The sounds of chanting in old Hebrew echoed in Parry's brain as his eyes rolled back in his skull. Somewhere far away, he felt his sword- his own weapon- being acted on by forces beyond his control. Gordon and his other minion. Playing at something. Getting inside his core being, manipulating him through the blade. He knew a few things about human magic, and Gordon didn't have the power to kill him with just the sword by itself. Nor could he use it to trace Parry back to his current location- at best he'd get "somewhere on the East Side" as a result of that spell. Which begged the question- what was Gordon playing at?

The contractions, when they started, wracked through every bone of Parry's body and seized his muscles in one massive charlie horse- the metaphysical bonds that held him suspended heated up, bright red circles forming on his wrists, ankles and one around his neck. The squeezing seized him from every side at once- left, right, up, down, and even from within- in heaving fits.

Before the eyes of everyone present, Parry shrank by a whole foot.

"Guys!"

Another massive charlie horse, bones crunching and grinding as they warped into smaller versions of themselves. Another foot. Parry was left swimming in his jeans, his body less lean and defined- down to the size and height of a pre-teen. His eyes wide as saucers as Parry realized just what she was doing. If your enemy has a nuclear bomb, you don't just try to beat him with another nuke. You take away his nuke. At this size, Parry wouldn't be able to do much more than lift Cym's sword. The wings would be too bulky to manifest on Parry's body as well.

"Gordon can't take my powers, so he's making me so I can't use them!"

Another crack, pop, and muscle seizure made him flinch. His body curled up against its bonds, holding on for dear life as he felt the onset of one more massive muscle cramp approaching.

"You gotta find mah sword!"

The seizure slammed into Parry with all the force of a tidal wave, crashing and warping his body in seconds. Thrown into a whirlpool of magical energy, he finally lost it and actually yelled in pain from the incantation. The yell turned into a cry, which turned into a sob, which turned into a wail. What was left sitting on the floor, arcane bindings still on its wrists, was a child. Roughly two years old, pretty blond hair, and pudgy with baby fat.

"Well dat fuckin' shucked!" Parry said after rubbing his eyes, then gaping open mouthed at his own pudgy fingers. "Guys! Gordon made me fat! We's gotta kill him now!"

[Assistant]
Rikive narrowed her eyes as the vampire divulged her...helpful information. A mysterious warehouse that may have something inside that could help them? This coming from someone they took captive but now wanted to fight on their side? Rikive wasn't buying it for a second. It sounded like too much risk without knowing what the reward would be.

Why were they even considering letting the vampire join them? They were just supposed to get information from her then kill her. Now the others were ready to let her into their fold? Rikive still had some doubts about Autumn and Gray, but she was going to draw the line at this. She wasn't going to risk the lives of these people on a hunch from the likes of the vampire.

"All I've heard is 'maybe'." She spoke up after Parael drew the groups attention to her, folding her arms over her chest. Her pale green eyes glowering daggers into the vampires. "I don't want to risk anyone's life on 'maybe' and," She lowered her arms and took a step forward. "I am not going to-"

She cut herself off when a chill ran up her spine and she sensed something fall over the bunker. Her eyes snapped over to Parael and she gasped seeing him suspended in the air as red marks like bindings appeared on his body. She reached out to grab him out of instinct. Her fingers felt like they hit an invisible wall for a moment before she was thrown back by the energy encasing Parael. Her body slammed into one of the concrete walls, the force of the impact cracking the stone underneath her.

Rikive growled in anger as she dropped back onto the floor, perfectly fine after having what felt like a semi truck run into her. Hands clenched at her sides, all she could do was watch with growing anger and horror as Parael was turned into a toddler. Swears and other choice words fell out of her mouth in Old Norse, her tone laced with frustration. She turned and punched the concrete wall behind her and creating a good sized depression in the rock.

She kept her fist there for a moment, taking in a deep breaths to calm herself back down. "Parael," She breathed out, lowering her hand and turning around to look down at toddler Parael. "You aren't fat. You're a baby. Again." She explained, jaw tight as she tried to calm down and think rationally again. It was hard considering not only was her friend in danger as long as Gordon had his sword, but their best weapon against Nemesemt was completely neutralized.

[User]
Kaori silently watched as Rikive refused her. She was statuesque in her quiet: cold, breathless and still. She could have argued, but at this point, she was growing weary of their constant bickering. The most reaction she could manage towards Rikive's power trip was minor irritation. At least with vampires, someone gave an order and everyone followed. It didn't speak highly of the group to realize that even the chaos of vampires was more organized than this.

"I am not going to-"

Then the whole dynamic of the room changed. Kaori stiffened as Parael underwent his transition. Not many things made her anxious, but this did. In a physical fight, Kaori was fast, strong and clever, and a reliable asset. Against this sort of dark magic, vampires held very little advantage.

She watched as the man shrank and shrank, into the size of a toddler. He whined, and Rikive attended to him.

In the aftermath, the room felt thick with tension. Kaori clenched her hands against her knee, being careful not to blood-stain the sleeves of her mothers vintage robe. "It seems to me that you could use all the help you can get," Kaori began. Her tone was very matter-of-fact as she stated the obvious, "You brought me here, not the other way around. If you don't want my help, I'd be happy to leave."


[System]
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Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Personality:
Haas is a rather...interesting person. He's prone to highly energetic bursts of activity in rather sporadic periods, optimistic and cheerful and generally a really peppy guy. That changes after an hour or so, and he becomes somewhat grumpy, tired, sluggish, and overall a bit of an ass to deal with. He's never excessively tired however, as long as he takes one of his legendary fifteen minute power naps, after which he looks like he just got a full night's sleep and goes right back to being happy.

History:
 Born the oldest of four children to a German toy-maker, a modest living was all that Haas' father could afford for his family, and barely even at that. Despite the financial troubles they went through, his father always maintained an air of exuberant optimism, that was almost infectious.

Wanting to be like his father, Haas worked hard to always have a smile on his face. Balancing the work at the store along with his education, Haas' friends eventually got him into Duel Monsters, and the toymaker's son was surprisingly decent at it. Well, he at least knew which way a chain went. Ironically, Haas took the entrance exam for the Duel Tower Academy entirely by accident, having one of his "tired" episodes wound up getting him to sign up for some sorta desert dueling school. He passed the exams no problem and lo and behold, he was off. His father, rather than being worried about the store with one less set of hands was supportive, willing to believe that his son could make his (apparent) dreams of becoming a professional Duelist come true. However that worked.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Wind-Up Rabbit

Chosen courses
Standard Dueling/Xyz Summoning

Current Dorm:
Earth

Chosen Structure Deck:
Zen and Punishment (Custom)

Custom Structure Deck List:
Monsters: 21
Wind-Up Knight x 1
Wind-Up Soldier x 1
Wind-Up Juggler x 2
Wind-Up Honeybee x 2
Wind-Up Shark x 1
Wind-Up Warrior x 1
Wind-Up Hunter x 2
Wind-Up Dog x 1
Wind-Up Rat x 1
Wind-Up Kitten x 2
Wind-Up Snail x 1
Wind-Up Bat x 1
Summoner Monk x 1
Re-Cover x 1
Hyena x 2
Dogu x 1

Spells: 11
Weights & Zenmaisures x 2
Zenmailfunction x 1
Level Lifter x 1
Supply Squad x 1
Shard of Greed x 1
Legendary Wind-Up Key x 1
Monster Slots x 1
Falling Current x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
De-Synchro x 1

Traps: 8
Zenmairch x 1
Attention! x 1
Void Trap Hole x 1
Appropriate x 1
Chain Ignition x 1
Dust Tornado x 1
Negate Attack x 1
Turnabout x 1

Extra: 4
Shark Fortress x 1
Wind-Up Zenmaister x 1
Mechquipped Angineer x 1
Celestial Wolf Lord, Blue Sirius x 1

Current deck:
Monsters: 20
Wind-Up Knight x 1
Wind-Up Soldier x 2
Wind-Up Juggler x 2
Wind-Up Honeybee x 2
Wind-Up Shark x 2
Wind-Up Warrior x 1
Wind-Up Hunter x 1
Wind-Up Dog x 1
Wind-Up Rat x 1
Wind-Up Kitten x 1
Wind-Up Bat x 1
Wind-Up Magician x 1
Bubble Fiend x 1
Summoner Monk x 1
Re-Cover x 1
Goblindbergh x 1

Spells: 10
Weights & Zenmaisures x 2
Zenmailfunction x 2
Xyz Territory x 1
Full-Force Strike x 1
Supply Squad x 1
Shard of Greed x 1
Legendary Wind-Up Key x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1

Traps: 10
Zenmairch x 1
Attention! x 1
Void Trap Hole x 1
Negate Attack x 1
Icy Crevasse x 1
Deep Dark Trap Hole x 1
Fiery Fervor x 1
Mirror Mail x 1
Heartfelt Appeal x 1
Poseidon Wave x 1

Extra: 4
Shark Fortress x 1
Wind-Up Zenmaister x 1
Mechquipped Angineer x 1
Celestial Wolf Lord, Blue Sirius x 1

Collection:
Monsters:
Wind-Up Snail x 2
Wind-Up Bat x 3
Wind-Up Warrior x 3
Wind-Up Hunter x 2
Wind-Up Shark
Wind-Up Dog x 2
Wind-Up Soldier x 2
Wind-Up Honeybee
Master of the Flaming Dragonswords x 2
Kurivolt
Hyena x 2
Masked Ninja Ebisu
White Night Queen
Danipon x 2
Aqua Armor Ninja
Flame Armor Ninja
Photon Circle
Interplanetarypurplythorny Dragon
Evolsaur Elias
Gogogo Giant
Evoltile Pleuro
Photon Crusher
Crashbug Y x 2
Poki Draco
Sea Lancer x 2
Saambell the Summoner
Milla the Temporal Magician
Gusto Codor
Crashbug Z
Goblindbergh
Shark Stickers x 3
Gem-Elephant
Drill Barnacle
Daybreaker
Photon Cerberus
Vylon Ohm x 2
Evoltile Odonto x 3
Gem-Knight Emerald
Laval Lancelord
Pinecono
Evoltile Gephyro

Spells:
One Day of Peace x 3
De-Synchro
Level Lifter
Falling Current x 1
Photon Trident
Peeking Goblin
Future Glow
Aqua Jet
Infected Mail
Space Cyclone
Evo-Karma x 3
Evo-Miracle
Photon Lead x 2
Ego Boost x 2
Monster Slots

Traps:
Mirror Mail
Chain Ignition
Wattcancel
Armor Ninjitsu Art of Freezing x 2
Sealing Ceremony of Katon
Degen-Force x 2
Counterforce
Variable Form
Asleep at the Switch
Underworld Egg Clutch x 2
Burgeoning Whirlflame x 2
Damage Vaccine Ω MAX x 2
Oh F!sh!
Gravelstorm x 2
Explosive Urchin
Past Image
Tyrant's Tummyache
Fish Rain
Fiery Fervor
Icy Crevasse
Lumenize
Sealing Ceremony of Suiton
Appropriate
Dust Tornado

Extra:
Thunder End Dragon
Koalo-Koala x 2
Dark Flattop

Points:
15
-15 points from not taking a pack
-Lost against Andre
-Lost against Cassie
-Won against Tsukiko
-Bought packs
-Won against Megan & Camryn
-Won against Hayate
-Pack spending
-Loss against Nathan

[User]
Shinrei managed to finally escape the girls who pestered him about getting his autograph. If there was one thing he wanted to erase from everyone's mind is the fact that he is a well-known World Circuit Duelist who made the semifinals but never finished. Thinking about the duel before he made semifinals bothered him because it was the very reason he withdrew from the World Circuit Tournament which angered his father. Personally, he didn't really care what kind of grudges his father held against him as he stepped out of his limousine which pulled up to the Duel Tower. His father's influence meant absolutely nothing toward what he wanted to accomplish and finally he was out of the strangle hold that his father had over him. It was due to his sister that he was even attending this place in the first place. He didn't know what kind of dangers lurked there though he had a feeling something was going to transpire within time.

When he was bathed by the light as he stepped out of his limousine with his sister right beside him he noticed the girls went absolutely nuts. He frowned at them but showed a charismatic gesture as he waved toward them despite the cold embrace within his eyes. Such a cold expression immediately enveloped his face since all he wanted to do was be left alone and be able to go to his dorm without his fan club following him around. It didn't help his case when the guys were passing catcalls at his sister which made him gaze at them with a very frozen look which was wicked to the touch. "This is why I hate crowds..." He softly said in a very cold demeanor as he tried to get himself and his sister through the crowd that was in front of him.

"Wow, you're really famous, Shinrei. I guess that's to expect of someone of your caliber." His sister expressed toward him as she followed up the steps toward the Duel Tower entrance. She noticed he had stopped in place examining his surroundings as he peered off into the openness toward the front of the Duel Tower facing away from the building. His sister joined him in his sight seeing as smiled and looked on with him wondering what he was looking or thinking about. "Do you want to go watch the duels?" She questioned as she turned her attention toward him making herself face him face to face.

Shinrei shook his head with a icy cold gaze and frown as he answered, "No, I do not want to waste my time with pointless endeavors. I did not come here to make friends with people. My main priority is to find out why they are so interested in the both of us. That is all." He finished as he turned away from his sight seeing adventure and started his way up the steps. His sister called out to him to wait for her as he was getting closer toward the entrance at the top of the stairs.

"Not only that, but you are here to protect me as well." Tsukiko reminded Shinrei as she followed him up the steps finally managing to catch with him. It didn't take her long to reach where he was as he wasn't traveling at a very fast pace and seemed to be mulling over some thoughts as he approached the pinnacle of the stairs. Tsukiko turned her eyes toward Shinrei as they were almost at the summit. I wonder what he is thinking? He looks so deep in thought when his eyes are so embraced with that ferocious sincerity in them. Oh brother, why do you have to be so stubborn about everything when it comes to yourself? It wouldn't hurt to open up to people, y'know. She thought to herself as they had finally managed to reach the top flight of the stairs. In front of them were the doors, but her brother walked over toward the side and leaned back against the railing looking like he was still thinking about something. She knew some things just never changed about him and accepted that he always wanted to remain such a mysterious figure toward everyone who laid eyes upon him.

"Come on, let's go watch the duels!" Tsukiko said joyfully as she grabbed her brother's hand which didn't seem to be too pleased with being dragged away from his thinking. He would allow it since it was his sister, but he didn't really care how the duels were progressing as they had nothing to do with him or his sister. Though he thought to himself that perhaps he might want to watch to make sure his sister didn't carelessly try to throw herself in front of one of them and get hurt like she did last time. He wouldn't ever be able to forgive himself if that tragedy happened again.

"Isn't it exciting?" Tsukiko questioned trying to liven her brother's spirits as she dragged the silver haired figure into the dueling arena and had him take a seat with her, but it looked like all the duels had met their final climax. She showed a disappointed look on her face since she didn't get to stick around and learn anything from the duels that had taken place. Since she had already been accepted she did not need to take part in the Placement Duels like the other students though she didn't quite know why unless the academy did it to draw her brother's interest which is the only logical explanation she could come up with at the time.

"There is nothing to see here since they are over. Besides, I wouldn't be able to learn anything new from what I already know anyway. Such a gallant waste of my time. I am leaving now. I will go acquire my deck and see you off toward your quarters." He said coldy as he got up and made his way toward the exit as he had enough of his time being wasted on such trivialities at that. He signaled toward Tsukiko to follow where she sighed getting up from her seat and joining him as they made their way toward the exit. He was hoping he could get toward the exit without anyone recognizing or trying to get in the way of where he was about to go. The last thing he wanted was another nuisance like he encountered outside his house on the day he left and when he arrived at the Duel Tower. He wasn't the kind who took pride in having fan clubs idolize him since all he wanted to do was be left alone.

[Assistant] Akira watched the duels and grined. Each duel had its stronger players but everyone was trying their hardest. The audiance made it all better each cheering and smiling about it all. Akira had tried to learn each players skills and weaknesses but wound up getting caught up in each of the duels instead

[User] Haas was a little... Overwhelmed by Hayate. She appeared out of pretty much nowhere, then started to rattle his head with all sorts of past plans and the introduction of her... Brother. Oh yeah, him... Didn't he duel earlier? Haas couldn't quite remember how that duel went, but it wouldn't be bad to assume the best... The boy amongst the two asked for Haas' name, him throwing both hands behind his head and proceeding to use them as a cushion against the wall. "Wasn't it on the screen earlier? I'm Haas, Haas Mesman." The kid seemed to be in a considerably worse mood than before, but unlike what anyone might assume, it was just the energy reserves running out. Haas threw his left hand in front of his mouth to catch a yawn, focusing his attention back to the two arenas. Seems like the brother of his opponent from earlier just finished a duel, and the crowd was going wild. "Me? Probably Earth. I'm not great. Don't know about you guys." the boy threw out without much care.


[System]
CS relocated for consistency:
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 26

Bio:
 Olivia's service to Count Blackmoore was decided at birth. Her father was their lord's favored champion and, as such, was often sent far afield to represent his interests. During the brief periods he was home, he trained his daughter in swordsmanship and extolled the virtues of service to a worthy master. When he was away, tutors lectured her on letters, etiquette, and the history of House Blackmoore.
 Her years as a squire were hard and rewarding, but as Olivia came into her own, her father's age and war wounds began to take their toll. Finally, fate caught up with the aged champion and he died quietly in his sleep. In the wake of his death, rumors began quitely spreading amongst the servants and common folk of sinister plots and mysterious lights emanating from the lord's manor. It was during this period of mistrust and slander that Olivia was granted knighthood and a place at her lord's side.
 The darkness growing within House Blackmoore revealed itself in small ways. Overly vocal servants were quickly and quietly replaced with complaint ones, dissidents that would have been handled with diplomacy were instead put to the sword, and Count Blackmoore himself was seen less and less even by his newest champion. Eventually, the bubble burst.
 Whether by design or accident, no one knows, but one evening, a horde of undead monstrosities tore their way out of the manor's cellar and slaughtered their way through the servants and retainers. In a desperate bid to save her lord, Olivia fought her way to his study, only to find a magic circle that still glowed with the energies of whatever ritual had taken place. An open tome on the desk detailed a ritual that promised to grant everlasting unlife to the caster, but at considerable cost of human life.
 Incensed at being made to serve a master that would gleefully sacrifice his loyal subordinates for something so pointless as immortality, Olivia carved a bloody path through the monsters that had ravaged her childhood home and searched extensively for her traitorous lord. Perhaps the ritual had backfired, or maybe he had been spirited away by unknown allies, but no trace of him or his body were ever found.
 With no lord to tie her down, and no taste for remaining in the accursed manor house, Olivia turned her back on a life of privilege and has instead been searching for a worthy cause to lend her blade to. As fate would have it, she found the Bloodrose Irregulars.
 In the months since joining, she quickly became a squad leader and has even been called upon to offer advice regarding the nobility. Since being granted command, her unit has suffered nearly no casualties and no fatalities, owing to her stalwart defense of those under her and her rigorous training regime.

Fighting Style: Sword 'n' Board

Equipment:
- Gilded Platemail: A symbol of her fallen lord's favor, the elegantly decorated suit of platemail possesses enchantments to protect against blades, arrows, and fire.
- The Black Blade: Taken as a reminder of her service, the gleaming sword of the Blackmoore family has a long, bloody history and even now bears the subtle stink of undeath.
- Blackmoore Family Shield: A masterfully crafted shield bearing the Blackmoore family's crest that has been enchanted to protect the bearer against death magic.

Skills/Abilities:
- Stand Tall, Stand Firm: When others would falter or break, Olivia holds fast against impossible odds and certain doom.
- Knight's Challenge: Olivia may issue a personal challenge to noteworthy enemies such as champions or commanders. Only dishonorable cowards with no pride would dare refuse such a challenge.
- Black Knight: The Knights of House Blackmoore have a long history as mage-killers, as such, Olivia is resistant to direct magical attacks.

Other Information:
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[User]
Stephan scoffed at Iroryn's bet. "They are a month late, running out of supplies is to easy a call to make. Keep your coin Knife Ear." he was able to get out before Oliva snapped at him. "Righto Boss Lady, Just remember that whole "respect the dead" thing when your telling me to search his corpse later on." he shot back before taking another bite of his apple. When Ariel started to speak up Stephan started to perk up then slouched back, "If you're not going to put your coin where your mouth is then I really don't care for your opinion." He said before starting to mumble to himself. "Stupid B Team... No fun at all... At least Gwen would of humored me with a bet..."

Alm had continued to prep dinner with Kaeciel the Beastman was small and seemed frail to the look. Although Alm knew he was tough from what he had head from Jing. And this frailness seemed to show even more when he spoke. "Sehr Elm...I pray zeht zehy are all safe." Alm smiled at Kaeciel, "I do too. But in our line of work, things don't always go the nice way. I wouldn't get your hopes up on finding them in a good situation even if they are still alive." He cautioned the young Beastmen. Alm liked Kaeciel he was a good kid and with him being a beastman Alm felt a bit more at ease, maybe this kid could relate to his animistic instincts that were awakened all that time ago during that ritual.

But the next thing Kaeciel said truly started a bit of a commotion "Thats what I like to hear!" Stephan said jumping up with a clap. "Looks like the Demi-Human has more balls then the rest of you combined!" he continued walking over to Kaeciel with a grin. "Alright Bud lets sign up this little contra..." He started before Alm stepped in between the two. "Stand down Stephan, you know as well as I do it's a rigged bet and the kid doesn't know what a bet really is." Stephan stopped looking annoyed now. "Ohh look who it is. The little pup is given some power by daddy and thinks he can play with the big boys. Let the Demi-Human do what he wants with his Soverns, its not like your his father or anything he is a big boy." Stephan Edged on Alm while slowly moving one hand to his belt. "I said STAND DOWN," Alm replied while licking one of his canine teeth and his left eye started to shine bright blue. "Fine, Fine I give." Stephan finally said while throwing up his hands after a tense few seconds. he turned and went to return to his hammock "Remember to control yourself Alm... Or else you aren't any better than a demi-human yourself." He warned under his breath low enough that the others would not of head but Alm was able to pick it up clearly.

After Stephan backed down Alm let out a breath his fist un-clenched and his eye returned to normal. After taking a moment to recompose himself he turned to Kaeciel, "Be careful around Stephan, and never take one of his bets." Alm said before returning to his meal prep.

[Assistant]
@Nerdy Reference

"Oh I am so terribly sorry Your Grace!" Iroryn replied to Olivia with a mischievous gleam in her golden eyes. "It won't happen again, Your Grace." She added, going into an overly dramatic bow for good measure. Her good mood frosted over the moment she heard Stephan call her a 'knife ear' however.

Standing from her bow, she gave Olivia a more polite, but short, nod as she watched as there was a minor 'altercation' between Stephen and Alm. Words were exchanged and tensions edged up for a moment before Stephan backed down and Alm turned his attention to young Kaeciel. Once Stephan had returned to his hammock, she headed towards him.

Shoulders loose, eyes up. She heard her father's voice in the back of her mind. When in doubt assume they're hostile and think accordingly. She still held her blade, but that might be taken as a greater provocation than she wanted right now, so she let it drop; the blade tip sinking in just deep enough to keep the sword upright.

"Stephan!" She called out with a smile that never reached her eyes. She looked totally relaxed as she got close, like nothing had gone one. "Just a moment." She was beside his hammock and lent over, dropping her voice to keep her words between them. "Call me a fucking 'knife-ear' again and you'll shit out your own teeth." There was no anger in her voice, just a flat matter-of-fact delivery. With that, she smile once more before moving off to reclaim her sword, and retiring to where she'd shed her gear.

[User]
Ariel rolled her eyes at Stephan's words, beginning to inspect her other blade. It wasn't the first time she had run into a prick like him, and it was, depressingly, unlikely to be the last. In truth, she wanted nothing more but to send one of the throwing knives attached to her legs flying towards him, but she had seen the way he moved, and had deduced that her knife would likely not reach its target. Besides, even if it did, he'd just be more weight to carry back to Honimora, and she doubted either Olivia or Jing would be pleased about the incident. So, for now at least, she'd just have to put up with him.

 Hearing his knife ears comment, she shook her head in disbelief. Not only was he an ass, he was racist to boot. "This is stupid." She muttered, fantasizing for a moment about shoving both her tanto's down the man's throat. Seemingly appeased by the cheery image, a calm smile appeared on her face as she unbuckled the daggers from her waist and laid down, resting her head against the trunk of a nearby tree. It felt like the temperature had dropped several degrees as soon as she entered the shade of the leaves, and she almost yawned. This was the most relaxed she had felt in weeks, after all the intense training she took upon herself to meet the physical requirements of the Company, as well as the long trek it had taken them to reach the oasis. While she had been in prime shape from her time with Nicholson, endurance had not been a strong point for her. After all, there was no need to run throughout the whole length of Golden Shores when there was plenty of hiding places, tucked away from the guards and angry shop keepers. Or in the case of the four years afterwards, it didn't take much endurance to chase after the children of the noblemen and women she had found temporary employment with as servant.

 At the thought of her late mentor and protector, the smile disappeared. "Are you proud of me yet, Nicholson? I got out of the city..." she asked quietly, looking out over the glimmering waters of the pond. A faint smile reappeared on her face as she shook her head. "No, you were never easy to please. And I haven't even accomplished anything yet..."

[Assistant]
Olivia eyed the potential altercation from her position even as Iroryn continued her wise-ass routine, "Oh I am so terribly sorry Your Grace!" Iroryn replied to Olivia with a mischievous gleam in her golden eyes. "It won't happen again, Your Grace." She added, going into an overly dramatic bow for good measure. This time, Olivia didn't bother correcting her. Sometimes, pushing too hard just caused more problems.
 "Speaking of problems." Olivia mused as she walked over to Alm and his makeshift kitchen. "Everyone involved in that display is on half rations tonight," Olivia ordered, "If they complain, they don't eat. If they want someone to hate, I'll give them someone." They were out in the desert with no support aside from what they could carry, and orc raiding parties wandering the dunes. She was not about to tolerate in-fighting or even particularly loud arguments. Once they were off the job, they could carouse all they liked.
 Concerns regarding orcs aside, Olivia's gut told her that an attack was unlikely so she stepped away from Alm and began the involved process of removing her armor, though she left the padding underneath it on. It would save some time in the morning, besides she couldn't bring herself to completely relax until the mission was finished.
 That said, Olivia hadn't been able to really relax ever since the day she left her lord's service. Watching her childhood be slaughtered and having the lord she had served faithfully betray her and all his retainers had shaken her deeply. Oddly enough, learning that her loyalty had meant so little led to her retreating further behind duty and discipline, as if to reassure herself that her values had merit and that her upbringing had not been a waste.