[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: "A simple affair."
Though he is most often seen with this appearance, Lin's true form is far closer to what one would expect of a Qinglong—in other words, a large serpentine dragon of about 7.5 meters in length covered in azure blue scales, with deer-like antlers in the place of horns and a pair of 'whiskers' extending from near his nose.
Personality: Compared to what one might expect of a 'dragon' in context of the 'New World', Lin Quan is far less greedy and self-serving, often acting to benefit a whole rather than just himself. Though he is not wholly selfless in his mannerisms, those who he deems as allies can expect aid should they ever desire it. That being said, he is not necessarily the most outgoing of people, often taking a more distant tone in conversation in most scenarios. However, when issues arise, Lin is often one of the first to posit possible solutions or answers in turn.
Despite his apparent lack of relevant social skills, he can read people to an extent and is more than willing to continue conversations should he be prompted. Often times, he demonstrates by means of actions, not words, and thus gains relevance like that among his peers instead.
History: A college student from China who had traveled overseas for his studies, Lin had never stood out by any means other than his own studies. Even as a student, Lin had mostly kept to himself, mostly engrossing himself in exam preparation and experiments during his free time. His own successes then had led to his subsequent eligibility to study overseas, and the young man had gladly taken that opportunity when it presented itself. Once he had left the endless cycle of examinations and studying, though, Lin found himself with far more free time than he had expected; one thing led to another, of course, and soon enough he had come to engage himself with the global presence that was the internet far more actively, and with it all of the cultures of the world in turn. He did not stray from his studies despite this, though, but being dragged left and right by classmates who wanted to introduce, watch, or play things with him made that far less of a priority.
Though the world had opened up to him, Lin found his time cut abruptly short due to a particularly nasty car crash; the details of the incident were never fully known to him, of course, but all that he knew before his consciousness had faded was that his death was all but certain. Imagine his surprise, then, when he found himself as he was now!
* One (1) set of clothes, currently being worn.

World Encyclopedia: More of a mental construct than a physical one, this skill allows Lin to freely access the plethora of scientific information available to the people of Earth at the time of his transfer. As a skill without a physical medium, though, only Lin can access this database (but can obtain information so long as he desires it). Of course, having such information does not necessarily mean he can use it to its fullest potential, nor does it mean that he can explain the necessary contents to others.
* Flight: As a Qinglong, Lin is able to fly throughout the air (as one would expect of a dragon), though doing so does tire him out. While maintaining human form, however, he is able to 'walk' on air instead, which, while slower, is also far more energy-efficient.
* Affinity towards Nature: Plants have a tendency to grow faster when Lin is near them; additionally, magic involving the manipulation of plants comes easier to him in turn.
* Serene Mind: Unlike Western dragons, Eastern dragons have a reputation as a wise and collected race; this is reflected in Lin's mentality, as it takes a great more mental pressure to cause him to panic.
* Weakness to Fire: As a herald of spring and the represenative of the 'wood' element, Lin is naturally weak to offensive uses of fire.
* Weakness to Anti-Dragon: As Qinglongs are dragons, Lin is also naturally weak to anything intended to harm or kill dragons.

* Human Transformation: This skill is what allows Lin to adopt a human form rather than be forced to maintain his draconic appearance. Though he is naturally able to hide his antlers and tail as well, exerting any manner of power may cause them to reappear in turn.

[User]
Lin Quan
With his hands in his sleeves, Lin calmly surveyed his surroundings, taking note of the landmarks and their positions relative to those landmarks. As far as assumptions went, being dropped where they had been was more of a boon than anything. The problem now, though, was deciding a line of action.

Having committed all of the necessary information to memory (including the odd town), the dragon simply descended from where he was, as if riding a platform unto the earth, before moving over to those gathered.

"...Hm. It seems our party has grown," he mentioned before the sound of screaming above caused him to turn and look. Given the apparent size of this unfortunate soul, though, Lin made the rational decision to simply move away from the possible blast zone. There was no way he would be able to catch someone of that magnitude, after all.

"In any case," he began, taking a seat next to the doll as he waved the others over, "our position is surprisingly useful, though I would like to consult you for our plan of action."

Taking a few stones from around the bank, the dragon began to set up a relative diagram of their position and, having found a stick lying around, began to point to each in turn.

"As it stands, we are here. There is a larger river nearby, which connects to a mountain range upstream and the ocean downstream. The distance to said mountain is absolutely something to be done over multiple days, while we could reach the beach within a day's time by foot—less, maybe, if we were to use a vessel and move downstream in that. There is also a village around this far from us, definitely within walking distance, but given how underdeveloped it seemed and its location in this forest, I am unsure if contacting them would be wise.

If we were to put it to a vote, though... I think I would abstain. The pros and cons of either location are at the point where I wouldn't mind traveling to whichever one you all would prefer."

After finishing his explanation, Lin simply sighed and shook his head. The matter of 'where to begin' and 'what equipment to pursue' was chief among his worries, and so he sat there mulling over the possible routes that could be taken if they chose one locale or the other.

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[Assistant]
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"Spasibo!" Lena called out after Ashwell as she handed her some fresh silk. She didn't know what the spider was talking about with the whole 'Yuri Monsumu' comment, but a person who lends someone something in a time of need can't possibly be a bad person. So for now, Lena was fine with the company of these others. She honestly wasn't sure about them being interesting as Ashewell implied - humans weren't interesting. Machinery and buildings were interesting.

People were...well, boring really. Imperfect and honestly not really pretty to look at for the most part. Thoughts aside - Lena turned her attention back to the wood and stone as Lin descended from his observational flight.

clack, crunch

She beat one of the stones against the other as Lin explained their surroundings, paying little attention to the falling gorilla man above. A larger river, of course. Could follow it, and lead them to civilization. A mountain far in the distance. Mountains were quite pretty. Indeed, she was already missing some of the beautiful unforgiving ones of Mother Russia. Shame, they were so beautiful, she doubted this land had any that could compare. That village seemed far more interesting though. They needed information, shelter, and other basic needs...otherwise things were going to get difficult.

"I see." Lena held the newly formed axe head in her hands. It wasn't perfect, and probably a little oversized, but she didn't quite have the luxury of time right now. "I say we head to the village, then." Grabbing a handful of water, she poured some on a decently sized, smooth rock she had pulled up out of the river and began sharpening it. "Finding our own shelter would be a gamble." Lena furrowed her brow as she glanced towards the stream.

"...hmm, perhaps we could split the party? Check out the village, another sees if they could find a decent cave. Meet back at the stream or river?"

[User]
'Ok...this is weird. How did I go from being shot to being in a land of giant monster people?'

Through sheer shock and panic Krenko watched as the others around him continued about what they were doing prior to him falling. It took some time but he learned their names and the fact that they had all been someone else before their arrival here. Looking down at his hands it also became supremely aware that he himself had become a goblin, like thise fantasy creatures from the west. A large sigh escaped him as the cruel cosmic irony hit him that in his past life he was small and insignificant and in this world he had become just as small...literally. As Lin, the dragon-man (still a strange thing for him to think of) he gave a scouting of the land around them. None of them seemed to have any experience in survival and certainly Krenko was no survivalist but he knew towns and cities. He was able to sneak around them and scope out the most useful, and lucrative, aspects that they held. If he was going to be useful then that was going to be his best shot at being so.

"Hmm, well if theres a town near by I can scout it out to see what its all about. We need to know who and what were dealing with when it comes to people. Cause I don't know about you guys but I'm not sure people will look too kindly on us."

The knowledge of the fact that they party as a whole were considered monsters and humans may not look too kindly to people that look like them, and they had to know who and what they were dealing with.

[Assistant]
Glaive

Were she capable of actually blushing, Ashewell's actions would have made Glaive all too red. But instead, she simply seemed to be stoicly taking the matter in, all while in reality, the human Jasmin Carson was freaking out. And yet, somehow, it didn't show on her face, as Glaive instead allowed Ashewell to study her, starting slightly upon being poked in the rear, but otherwise took the matter in stride, shifting, allowing for Ashewell to see the entirity of the Warforged, even with the lute on her back hiding part of her form. But once Ashewell was done there, and with the hug, Glaive smiled slightly.

"It's alright, I wouldn't want to damage you if it turned out your body couldn't support my added weight. But yeah, definitely an Android. Whose past life involved death by a musical instrument. Pretty sure its A2 I'm resembling. Never played her game...but had friends who adored the character." Despite the relaxation of Ashewell's grip, Glaive remained motionless, allowing the drider to hug her tighter if she so wanted. Once Lin spoke up, Glaive's head turned in the other's direction, considering the options. While north to the mountains would mean resources that could help them survive, as it was apparent now they were all probably once human, as afterall, why would so many different monsters be working together? But as he spoke, she came to her own decision, in part helped by the small one mentioning scouting.

"If I may, we should probably at least scout out the village, determine how it is, then decide about direct contact. We should also look into constructing temporary shelter, somewhere we can easily defend...like in Minecraft, I guess? Who knows what comes out at night around here..." Despite the concern Glaive was showing, her tone didn't convey concern so much as pensiveness, as she considered options. While splitting the party up could go badly, especially at the start of their adventure...it seemed to be needed. If this world had a thing against monsters, most of them would have issues...Though that made Glaive glance down, only to pause, realizing she couldn't see her lute. Instead, she was looking at Ashewell's...well we all know. Quickly her head came up.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't get your name earlier...Ms...?" Clearly fishing for Ashewell's name, it was clearly now that Glaive was flustered. "I uh...Name's Glaive, just Glaive." There went a poor attempt at a Jame Bonds impression. Overall though, it seemed Glaive's opinion was to divide and conquer. Presumably after securing a base of operations, no matter how temporary...

One wonders how poor Gorilla man was faring.

[User]
Aries chewed on her lip with a sulky exression as she listened to Lena, although she wanted to stay with the spider, checking out the town sounded rather fun. Although she wanted to enjoy herself, she also understood she couldnt pass for human as well as some of the others did.

After listening to the others for a bit, her lips had turned red and she looked towards Vladlena. "I-is it possible for me to come to the town, or do I look too much like a monster for that...?" Although calling herself a monster hurt a little bit, it was the truth now. If she had been reborn into a more human body like Lena or Glaive it would have been better.

She couldnt really change anything though, she was stuck in this weird sheep-like body for now. She would have to live with it and hide her inhuman appendages whenever she wanted to enter a town.

[Assistant]
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"Mhm, might be best for you to stay here, little adorable ovets." The doll replied to the Sheep. Deciding she had sharpened the axe enough, even if it wasn't polished to perfection, the doll started making a hole in the branch she had found. Cutting into the wood was simple enough as small as it was. Next, was securing it with the thread. It wouldn't be amazingly strong, but it should do, at least so she could use it to make something better. Small steps and all that.

"Anyways, I shall get going to the town then, hm? Lin, want to come with?" Lena gave the axe a few test swings. Seemed to be stable enough. "I'll leave the ones staying here so you can use it to get started, da?" She said, leaning the axe against a nearby rock and enthusiastically walking in the direction Lin had mentioned he saw the village.

[User]
Despite his own wariness about the situation, it seemed that more than a few others were more inclined to check out the small settlement he had mentioned than establish a base of their own. In a way, he could understand that sentiment—working to build off of something that already existed was a far easier job than starting from scratch—but given most of their current forms, that wasn't an option.

With that in mind, though, leaving the doll to explore on her own would only raise further questions, and with that came the possibility of a multitude of other problems arising. Deciding that the safety of his newfound peers was worth more than his own desire to build a stable foundation first, Lin simply sighed and rose from his seat before turning to Ashewell.

"Make sure to keep anyone who stays behind safe, and make doubly sure that anyone who wouldn't pass for a human stays behind. Survival is a top priority right now, after all," he said, nodding his head before following off after Lena.

"So, do you have an excuse in mind for why we are traveling together?" he asked, using his newfound ability to walk on air to avoid having to trek over the uneven ground in the first place. "A cover story would do us well."


[System]
Alias: Maelstrom
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Powers/equipment:
Electrokinesis - Hydrokinesis ;; The main fundamentals of Jason's powerset, the teenager has been a mutant since the day he was born - giving him control over both electricity, and the water molecules within the world. His body storing both of these elements in raw amounts, Jason, along with being able to manipulate and generate water and electricity at will, has the ability to absorb both of these elements in their related spectrums, and use the absorbed elements to further bolster his powers. This makes him a very versatile hero, with much potential at becoming great, but it also makes him a bit of a wildcard. Such power at his fingertips can make burning out or losing control only a footstep away, after all.

Weakness: As is expected, Jason, if he stresses out his powers too much, can become very weakened and vulnerable. Similarly, he bears a weakness towards incredible amounts of heat, due to it drying out the water within his body, and if submerged within the earth for any prolonged period of time, it begins to dampen his electrical reserves.

Personality: Although he comes off as a bit cold and/or distant at first, that's mainly because Jason doesn't create bonds very easily. Calm and focused, he is a natural leader, if only because he is confident in his ability to save others, and he has been through quite a lot in his seventeen years of living, meaning that he can lend an empathetic ear to those under his command. Regardless of this, he is a guy that enjoys his time alone, and, as thus, gives off a bit of a lone wolf vibe. He gives no mercy to enemies, and although he doesn't outright kill people...well, they do end up incredibly injured, if not outright paralyzed - literally - at times. However, get on his good side, or slide into the little cocoon of broody-steelness he has going on, then you will have a permanent, powerful guardian on your side. Despite it all, Jason does have a fun side, and is really not as stuck-up as you might think. He has a wry, sharp-witted humor that comes out naturally whenever his brain decides that a sarcastic comment is needed.

History: A boy that grew up in an over-all rough neighborhood, Jason was never a stranger to fighting. He had to become the provider within his family, as he did not have a father, and his mother was hardly reliable when it came to food and water. He took care of her and his little brother for as long as he could, stealing and getting involved in different criminal activity because of it. His powers were realized during an armed robbery, where he had been cornered by four cops, and his mask was beginning to get pulled off. He remember yelling as he shoved the cop away, water from the nearby drainage pipe blasting through the steel, and slamming the policemen into the alleywall with enough force to knock them out.

After escaping, still reeling from unlocking his power, Jason began to train his abilities in secret, whilst using them to take care of his family. It was in his early teen years when his brother was taken into child's services, and his mom arrested for negligence. Not wanting to be locked away in a foster home, Jason fled, heart broken because of the abrupt separation. Since then, he has moved between states, training his powers and learning from different people, all in the effort to make the world a better place. Quite a few years has passed since his journey has started, and he has learned and mastered a lot, from different teachers all around the world. When he was approached with the offer of joining the Teen Titans, he accepted, if only to further his ambitions.

Other:

[User]
The Titans Headquarters

Hadrian stood in a large entrance hall of the Teen Titan's new headquarters and his mind was full of anxious thoughts. Today would be his first time meeting the entire team and that would mean he would have to hope that their first meeting together would go smoothly. For a long time Hadrian had fears that this idea of a group of teenage heroes would be a disaster and they would all get killed, but he would have to rely on faith that everything would work out.

"Their files are fine and they all have great power, but I just hope that they will work well with this team" he said to himself as he waited for their arrival. Hadrian wasn't use to working in groups and this was all going to be new to him. With how much trouble that the Justice League had to handle nowadays ever since the trinity disappeared and the world's troubles had risen, it was his hope that this team would help bring some order back into the world.

They would be in for a wild ride when they begin to do hero work as a team. Their headquarters was built with the help of the League and it was located in an obscure part of the woodlands of New York State. A hidden base was wise now that so much hatred against superhumans was everywhere and they would need to stay hidden. Hadrian never thought that Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman were so integral to keeping the civil peace in the world.

Now there were all sorts of hate groups both human and metahuman going around attacking those who did not follow their ideologies. There would need to be order brought back into the world if peace was going to ever be achieved again. Some of the League members were still wondering what happened to the trinity, but Hadrian was more focused on making sure that entities who had given him his powers did not return and bring complete chaos with them.

Hadrian wanted to focus more on helping bring down criminals and fighting against the hate groups to keep the public safe. Deep down in his mind something told him that it may be a bad decision to not focus on finding out what had happened to the big three, but he looked past that and wanted get into combating villains and using his powers for good.

[Assistant]
Ever since arriving in this new world, Light had to get acclimated to quite a few things. For one, it had a lot of entertaining books and movies. Another, there were a lot of 'special' beings with super powers. And third, while the Justice League was fairly nice to her, normal people as she learned, weren't super keen on seeing her at times unless she was fighting crime or something. It made watching movies really akward when most people gave her a wide birth minus a few people who well... She wasn't fans of them.

Light made her way to the location of a new base, having been told to be part of a team called the 'Teen Titans'. She kinda understood why they put the building in the woodlands of New York, but was still annoyed with the location being so far away from a city. She arrived at the base second, which confused her since she wasn't in much of a hurry to get there. Noticing one of her new team members, she pulled out a hole from inside her dress and jumped into it, another hole appearing in front of Hadrian in which Light popped out of.

"Hiya, I'm Light, who are you?" She said with a smile on her face, extending one of her hands for him to shake. "Is this a duo thing or...?" She said, puzzled.

[User]
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Celeste stretched up into the air as she awoke, almost as if she was reaching up to grab the very stars that she fell from. She slid out of bed and pranced over to her bathroom before showering and getting dressed. She wore an oversized black sweater, a plaid skirt, tights and flat shoes. Along with this, was a baseball cap worn backwards, in a vain effort to hide her 'secret' identity. Suffice to say, her fashion sense was limited to what she saw on the internet, namely on something called 'tumblr'.

She had received a message, about joining something called 'The Teen Titans'. To tell the truth, most of the situations in which Celeste found herself in was due to pure bad luck. Taking out a withdrawal at the bank? You better believe that a robbery would take place. Walking past an orphanage? Of course a new fire based villain would be attacking it. Heck, she even had to deal with some condiment based villain while at Burger King with a few of her friends.

While she had very little to do today, other than watching a documentary on whales that she had been waiting what felt like weeks to be shown again, she felt an urge to not meet the titans. She couldn't tell what it was, but something in her stomach told her that meeting them could be a bad idea. Although that could have just been the copious amount of pears she had eaten the night before. Ever since discovering them, they had far surpassed anything she had ever tasted.

She took deep breaths, considering her options. She could either go to the meeting, risk potential death or dismemberment, have her 'identity' revealed and face social exclusion should she survive. Or, she could not go, live a life of boredom and stick to the same process of watching nature documentaries, crying at the bits with koala bears and eating pears for the rest of her young life.

Obviously, she chose the first option.

She left her small apartment and scurried to the back alley. There was no quicker way of getting around New York than flying, in her experience. She looked to the sky, crouched and shot off into the sky like a reverse meteor. Zipping and swooping around the clouds was fun, for sure, but also dangerous to the careless or distracted. In fact, Celeste had managed to doge multiple birds and jet engines just by a hair in this flight alone, she should really have flown a lot closer to the ground.

Soon enough, she found herself diving towards the meeting place. At the same time, she found herself wondering how they'd tracked her down. It would take a smarter person than her to realize that while the cap hid her horns, it did not hide her constantly changing purple hair or ears.

She landed just in front of a large steel door. With a layer of anxiety, she pushed the door open and began making her way in. As if by chance she found herself behind what looked to be an alien. This did more than excite, Celeste, it got her hopes up so high they had hired window cleaners. She walked up to the two, a grin on her face as she stood beside, Light.
"Hello!" She practically shouted, her excitement obvious. "I'm here for the Titans thingy!" She said, pointing out the obvious as per usual. She turned to Light, her grin growing slightly wider. "I am very sorry if this sounds rude, but are you an alien?" She asked, excited at the prospect of not being the only alien on the team.

[Assistant]
 One thing about not having a permanent home, was that he was never really connected to one specific town or city. It was with fleeting indifference that one tall, black-haired teenager slung a duffelbag over his shoulder, exiting the rather...crummy apartment that he had called his own for the past few months. The teenager was pretty striking, all things considered. Dressed in a dark blue, collared jacket, with a black t-shirt underneath, jeans, and sneakers, with chocolate-brown skin, sharp blue eyes, and long, dark dreads tied back into a low ponytail, the teenager beared the look of someone his age, yet, on his shoulders, he seemed to carry an invisible burden. He was tall, with a build that was partially hidden behind his clothing. However, one could not deny the broad shoulders and over-all lean, athletic physique his clothing could not completely hide. He walked briefly down the sidewalk of the rather...shady neighborhood, not making eye contact with anyone. When the coast seemed to be clear, and no attention was one his form, he casually took a step into a dark alleyway.

Jason ducked into the alley, sitting his black duffelbag down on the grimy concrete, and cracking his knuckles. The location of their HQ was a while away, but it wasn't too hard to travel when you possessed super-powers. He just had to be discreet, due to the idiotic hate humans seemed to possess for the unnatural. While he would normally scoff at the prospect of being within a team of teenagers, something had...pushed him to accept the proposition. It was something in his gut, telling him that rejecting the offer would be a grave mistake, and although Jason enjoyed looking things over and using his own, personal tactics...his gut instinct could never be ignored, and he had accepted the offer. The anonymous messenger had left immediately after, leaving Jason to pack his things and go to the meeting place. The woodlands of New York State. He actually didn't live too far away, having traveled to the big NY on his journey of crime-fighting and travelling, so he would not have to travel too far.

A quick glance around showed that the alley would be safe, for now. Raising a fist to chest length, Jason clenched his fist, feeling his lips twitch as the hand was immediately covered in arcing bolts of light blue electricity. The alley beginning to light up from the constant build-up of energy, Jason crouched down and strapped his duffelbag to his shoulders once more, raising his right fist this time. As the electricity arched between the two fists, Jason glanced, once more, towards the alleyway's exit, before dashing forward. In a show of acrobatic prowess, he flipped off of the dumpster's lid, flipping forward onto the side of the alley-wall, before richocheting off and throwing his fists downwards. In a sudden, sharp zap of twin electricity blasts, the teenager was catapulted into the air like a missile, leaving behind two scorch marks on the concrete, and the lingering scent of ozone.

"Wooooh!"

Jason could not help but grin as he blasted quickly into the sky, flipping around so that he was facing the clouds. Reaching both hands up, he quickly gathered more electricity within his fists, twisting around in the air again, and blasting the gathered electricity out like a jet. The wind resistance didn't faze him as he propelled through the air like a bullet, leaving behind thick arcs of blue electricity in his wake. Within minutes, travelling at high speeds, he had passed the New York barrier, and was flying quickly over the woodlands.

Taking the messenger's information to heart, Jason temporarily stopped the steady blasts of electricity, making a dive-bomb towards the forest. At the last second, before he hit the tree-tops, he expertly sent a wave of electricity dowards, stopping his momentum.

'He said that it was more to the North...' The teenager glanced around from where he was levitating just above the tree-tops, all stemming from the static electricity currently flowing from his arms and hands. surveying the forest around him, Jason began to head North, his eyes taking in each piece of scenery. A glint of metal caught his eye, and the tell-tale sign of the base came into view. He dutifully dusted off the leaves, walking towards the entrance.

Opening the steel door, he began walking through the bright, cold hallway, coming across yet another door, that led into a long, large hallway. It wasn't long father that before he caught sight of three people, all seemingly around the same age - except for the one male, who looked to be...fourteen? Thirteen?

"This is the place? Fancy..." He glanced at each of them in return, committing their faces to memory. They seemed practical enough...Well, somewhat. The younger girl seemed rather...well, small, although she had some pretty funky hair, and the boy just looked like a kid. The oldest looking female seemed formidable, however. Very tall, at least. They stood eye-to-eye, at 6'2".


[System]
Age: 35

Gender: Female

Appearance Without Armor: What she would have looked like if not for the Human-Covenant War

Appearance With Armor: Armor but it is all black

Homeworld: Earth

Race: Human

Rank: Spartan

Position: Spartan IV

Primary Weapon: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun

Secondary Weapon: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor)

Personality: She appears emotionally detached and resigned, as if she feels a quiet resolve about something that cannot be altered. She masks the countenance of the classic "poker-face," making her difficult to read by friends, family, and co-workers. In fact, her face looks like a mask, long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity. Her gaze you may see the flickering images of what the whole of mankind has endured in the universe.

The first rule in getting along with the Jennifer is to honor her natural penchant for being quiet and taciturn. Indeed, her detached and deadpan delivery can lend an inscrutable air to her mannerisms but their willingness to stand unruffled against the bustle of life can also be a source of serenity to those around her. Learn to enjoy this silence as a tranquil truce with the incessant fury of a clamorous world.

She is a person of few words, and never wants to belabor a point; she favors direct communication that cuts to the chase without unnecessary tangents or verbal flourishes. A simple thumbs up or down will often suffice when communicating with her.

Bio: Born in Central Virginia in 2527. In 2545 at the age of eighteen she joined the Marine Corps. She eventually became an ODST. During the Battle of New Virginia in 2550 two battalions of Army & Marines were sent to assault a Covenant facility, while twenty ODST were dropped behind enemy lines. After six days the Covenant facility was destroyed. Watters had to be rushed into surgery to save her life. She had to have both eyes were replaced with Ocular Implants, her arms and legs were replaced with permanent artificial limbs. She spent the next year in the hospital and physical therapy. After completing physical therapy she began training Marines to become ODST. In June of 2553 she was approached to join the Spartan-IV Program.

Misc Info: She is a Wetwork Specialist. She currently has the Smart A.I. Taber Fuson (approximate appearance).

Name: Felicia Steele

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat

Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat

Homeworld: Nomad

Race: Human

Rank: Gray Jedi Guardian

Position: Republic

Primary Weapon: Dual Lightsaber/Blaster Hybrid (capable of interlocking to become a Double-bladed Lightsaber)
*The blades are electric blue in color.
*They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length.
*They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater.
*They incorporate the trapped grip modification.

Secondary Weapon: Light-shield
*The shield is electric blue in color
*It features a built-in surface are adjustment setting, but it is also dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between 0.3 meters and 1.1 meters.
*It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater.

Personality: Felicia believes that there is absolutely nothing positive or negative about the Force, it is the individual's actions that are positive or negative. Her unorthodox approach to the Force kept her permanently at odds with the Jedi Council. She preferred to stop a threat before it was a threat, or in its infancy, the Council disagreed, leaving Felicia to no choice but to set out on her own. She is also open about his opinions to the point of tactlessness.

Bio: Felicia was discovered to be Force Sensitive at the age of sixteen. After achieving knighthood she sat out on her own, she kept in contact with the Jedi Council but found she could no longer be beholden to them. During her travels she was forced to put an end to some slavers, she allowed them to live, stranded on a planet that while livable most unpleasant. She took their ship.

Misc Info: She named her ship Steele Falcon. Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers.

Name: Talyssa "Taly" Hawkethorn

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like What she wears when not expecting combat

Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): What she wears when expecting combat

Homeworld: Zeltros

Race: Zeltron

Rank: Gray Jedi Apprentice

Position: Republic

Primary Weapon: Dual Guard Shoto Lightsabers
*The blades are electric Pink-Purple in color.
*They incorporate the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they can function underwater.
*They incorporate the trapped grip modification.
*Fibercords were attached to each to prevent theft by a telekinetic.
*Hilts are made out of Phrik so that the hilt can be used to block other Lightsabers.

Secondary Weapon: Single Crossguard Lightsaber
*The shield is electric Pink-Purple in color
*They feature a built-in length adjustment setting, but also are dual-phase allowing for rapid transitions between two sets of preset lengths. She chose the standard blade length and shoto length.
*It incorporates the Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it can function underwater.

Personality: Like most Zeltrons, Taly was fond of partying, and although she would later pursue a career in her life, this liking would never disparate. Her wardrobe contained a wide range of tight and revealing attire for everyday use, swimwear, armor, and various other occasions. Additionally, her usual clothing was fashionable, flashy, and bright, often in neon colors similar to her own natural tones. Additionally, her species could generate pheromones to enhance their attractiveness, and had the empathic ability to read and feel the emotions of others. This made her very persuasive. She also sought to meet her sexual desires. One of Taly's greatest traits was her loyalty to her friends.

Bio: Taly was born into slavery. Around the time she reached puberty her owner fell into financial trouble. He was forced to sell almost everything to settle his debts and stay alive. As a result Taly was sold to a man who was looking for female dancers. He trained Taly to steal from her targets as she danced for them. After five years she caught the attention of Felicia who sensed Taly's connection with the force. Felicia gathered evidence that could lead to Taly's master going to jail if not worse from certain individuals who were swindled out of their money. In exchange for the evidence Taly was to be set free. Felicia took Taly and began teaching her in the ways of the Force, spent most of her training aboard the Steele Falcon. Now that she has advanced to the level of apprentice Felicia takes her on some missions.

Misc Info: Her armor incorporates vambraces in each arm, they are capable of withstanding the cutting power of Lightsabers.

Name: HK-51

Age: Unknown

Gender: Masculine Programming

Appearance Without Armor: What she looks like

Appearance With Armor (If they do wear it.): N/A

Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa

Race: Droid

Rank: N/A

Position: unsure what to put here

Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle

Secondary Weapon: Vibroknife

Personality: HK-51's personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoyed observing—and often causing—death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders on more than one occasion. Despite this, HK-51's programming caused the assassin droid to maintain a protocol of professionalism, preventing him from senselessly slaughtering his way to his target. The only organics HK-51 displayed any respect for were his masters. He was more than willing, on several occasions while serving his master, to dispose of anyone who annoyed his master.

HK-51 displayed several unique behavioral tendencies as a result of his programming. HK-51 had a definite sense of pride and considered himself to be superior to all organics and droids except for his master, who was the only person he seemed to admire. The droid also had a peculiar and perverted idea of the concept of love. He further mused that love was a matter of odds and found it odd that although most "meatbags" could not make such a shot, not many would derive a feeling of love from it. HK-51 had a unique speech trait and vocally prefixed every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement that it was.

Due to his appearance, HK-51, was often mistaken by many for a protocol droid. He used this to his advantage on more than one occasion, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-51 was a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques.

Bio: Felicia Steele after confiscating the ship that would be renamed into Steele Falcon found a deactivated and partially assembled HK-51 droid. She activated it and had it bond with her, becoming his master. The first thing he inquired about was the status of his previous master; after being informed of their deaths he just snickered at least he snickered to the best of his vocal processor's ability. With his help Felicia was able to acquire the rest of the pieces needed to make him fully functional.

Misc Info: Kind of wants to kill Felicia and obtain a master who is more willing to put his assassination protocols to use.

[User]
The Major and his squadmate started quietly down the hall as Khazo was giving them orders. However, when he abruptly stopped talking, that caused the two to look at each other before sprinting down the hallway to Khazo's location. They eventually stopped atop of his location, the minor looking puzzled, "How is he in the floor? Isn't the next floor a further distance away than that?"

Reza nodded, "Correct. There must be a shaft of some kind here." Reza holstered his plasma rifles and pulled his plasma launcher from his back, "I'm going to blast my way through and provide cover-fire for 'Tevum, you remain here and assist him out of the breach I make. After that, keep up with him while I slow down the heretics before joining you."

With a nod of confirmation from the minor, Reza fired two explosive plasma bolts onto the floor before backing away. At the safer distance, the Major holstered his weapon and drew out his two plasma rifles again. When the plasma bolts finally blew, they made an awkwardly sized hole that Reza now dropped down into. Taking a quick glance around, Reza noticed the demon and a human wielding an odd colored beam on either side of himself, along with Khazo and the hostage just to his left. Without much thought, the Major pointed one plasma rifle at the demon and the other at the human with the oddly colored beam and started to fire. He then spoke quickly to Khazo in his native tongue, "Go."

[Assistant]
Jason appeared in the hallway behind Spartan Watters. "Coming up on your right" He said in a statement to ensure the Spartan didn't turn on him or anything. The boy stopped and looked at the elite holding onto the scientist. Jason very calmly took his Spartan Laser off his back. "Let the lady and the high tech thingy go, Split Jaw. You know exactly what this is gonna do to you" He said calmly.

The Spartan then changes to the private Comm Link with his fellow Spartan. "Watters who's the person in the odd armor. Should I be worried about her or is she one of the guys lending us a hand?" He says simply as he keeps his focus on the Elite. Hoping the stupid dinosaur was dumb enough to make a move a with the woman. He hadn't killed any Split Jaws today.

When the firing started, Jason raised his Spartan Laser and started teasing the charge on it, letting the Elite with the rifles see the laser on his chest. "Please. Make my day" Jason said calmly. Hoping that his fellow Spartan would take the Hostage. The much bigger Spartan was probably better to take on the Elite at close range than Jason was.

[User]
Felicia deflected the projectile the alien shot at her back to him. She then turned her Lightsaber back into blaster form and fired both at the aliens not holding the hostage.

Taber informed Athena about what little she knew of the person in the odd armor. Watters decided to take advantage of the distraction, she slightly shifted her rifle. "Sorry." She then fired one bullet into the scientist's head then fired another bullet at the plasma grenade the elite was holding. The resulting explosion would destroy all the research, hopefully the eggheads made a backup. The actual device who knows.

"Trinity this is Taly the second in command of the Steele Falcon. The Sith are sending boarding parties now as well. Get your ship out of here now! You won't survive much longer." She turned to HK cancel Felicia's prior order, shoot to destroy, concentrate on the Sith boarding ships." HK-51 was more than happy to agree.


[System]
Gender: Straight female

Age: 14

Appearance: Picture Above

Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident. Her older brother, Max (21 yrs), lives with Mina. Max can be considered the only person she regularly talks to.

Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she'll be like an open book.

Power:

[User]
Hal was off-put, even slightly shocked, as Alden's bandages brushed against him. Hal pried his arm away from Alden, brushing it off.

"It's only stupid if it doesn't work. Plus, Largent's a tank. It's about time someone put him in his place, and I know you wouldn't be keen on scraping guts off the floor." Hal smirked at Alden's glare. "Just because you wouldn't wanna get dirty doesn't mean I'm not going to. No one likes Largent, people will be on my side. Right?"

This last line was said with some lack of confidence, but Hal shook his head, sticking to his plan. At the very least, Hal thought, Richard will owe me for taking his beating for him. If everything goes perfectly, I'll be a hero. If it fails.... well, I'll be nice enough.

[Assistant]
Thursday March 21st, 2016

Mina actually considered following The Boy With the Book to the nurse's room. What's wrong with me?

She tried to ignore his smirk, and headed towards the cafeteria. There was a seat that she always sat in, and she hoped no one had taken it. When she walked into the room, loud music and chatter filled her ears. She tried to act like she didn't care that her ears were being blasted off, and walked to the chair in the corner. Once there, she took out her lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich, and also her book.

Halfway through lunch, she noticed people muttering and staring at her while passing by. Although she was used to being stared at, she wasn't exactly sure why they were talking about her in her face. Mina ignored it, like she always does, and kept on reading the book.

"Please God, please God, can you please tell me why? I ask this of you, yet in my heart, I know,"  she read. I do know. I do know why people are talking about me. Mina sighed. I shouldn't have talked so much to The Boy With the Book.

[User]
When Ricky picked her up and hauled her away, Sophia pouted and proceeded to kick his butt with her heels until he finally put her down. Of course, this only gave her the opportunity to turn around and jump right back on, this time clinging with her arms hugging his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, her head cheerfully perched on his shoulder. As they walked away, she glanced behind them, frowning thoughtfully. Awe, I wanted to watch her draw more. A crafty smile formed on her face. I'll just have to catch her again.

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Naturally, things simply had to go downhill from there. Third period math was boring, as per usual, and by the time lunch rolled around, Sophia's head was pounding and she was ready eat just about anything, even the cafeteria's "stew surprise", or rather "whatever leftovers they couldn't pawn off to the kids thrown into a pot and boiled overnight". Sometimes detention really sucked when you had to spend it helping out the lunch ladies.

Everything went from bad to worse, once they got to the cafeteria, and Ricky ran into Lardo. Literally. The collision left both of them on the floor, and Lardo's lunch making some rather nice looking art on his shirt. In an instant, Sophia crouched and started running her hands over Ricky, checking him over while neatly interposing herself between the two. The last thing she wanted was a fight before she had something to eat.

[Assistant]
Micky made his way to his third class, Math. There wasn't anything interesting going on in math, at least, nothing Micky found interesting. It was your average class routine; Review the homework, complete a work sheet out of the text book, than finish off with more assigned homework. Nothing special. Micky didn't realize how quickly the day was going now that his hardest class, Phys. Ed, was now over. Math flew by and the bell eventually rang, indicating it was lunch.

Micky wlked down the halls and made his way to his locker where he would grab the few dollars he had for lunch. I't would be a strong argument to say that the lunch food wasn't worth paying for, but Micky had no other choice. Other than the Roof over his head and food on the table, Micky was quite independent. Micky didn't make his own lunch, not for any specific reason. The change jingled in his pocket as he walked through the halls and into the cafeteria. He got a bit nervous when he realized how much noise his money was making. In the past, he had numerous incidents where bullies would hassle him for his money. It happened only once at this school by a boy named Largent.

Of course, the amount of money he had wasn't a big enough pot for Largent to want it, but the thought still remained. Realistically, that incident with Largent might never happen again, but with a past like Micky's you can never be to paranoid. Micky walked into the cafeteria and saw the scene that was unraveling.

"Speak of the devil..." Micky whispered to himself.

He joined the crowed of gawking students, shuffling his way to the front of the crowed. He recognized the boy opposite of Largent, although his name was a mystery to Micky. Regardless, of who the boy was, this was a scenario you wouldn't wish on your enemy.

"The boy's a dead man" Micky said, His words getting mixed in with those of all the other students.

[User]
Thursday march 21st, 2016

This is going to really suck Richard thought as, behind Sophia, Largent surged to his feet, like the leviathan rising up from the infinite depths. Spaghetti fell from his shirt, landing on the linoleum underfoot with a squelching sound. His face was red, eyes wide and teeth bared in a feral snarl of rage. Largent stepped forward, shoving Sophia bodily to the side and he reached down and grabbed a double fistful of Richards shirt, hauling the smaller boy to his feet, and then up, onto his tip toes.

"Do you want to die?" he snarled, face inches away from Richard. "Is that what this is about? I'd be happy to help, really, but I'm sure you could have found a les painful way to go about it." He let go with one hand, pulled his arm back, and slammed his fist forward into Richards gut. If he'd been standing on his own Richard would have folded completely around the blow as the air rushed out of his lungs and he was left with barely the strength in his legs needed to stand on his own.

Richard flailed and squirmed, trying to pull away from Largents grip to no avail. The other boy was simply too strong. Richards head was leaned back, doing his best to avoid the stench of stale cigarettes on Largent's breath and as he looked up at the ceiling a brilliant thought popped into his head. He didn't give himself time to think about it, because if he did, he was reasonably certain that he would talk himself out of it. With his head tilted back he screwed his eyes shut, body tensing in preparation, and suddenly jerked forward as hard as he could. The crown of Richards head met with Largent's protruding nose with a sickening crunching sound. There was a gush of warm blood and Largent bellowed suddenly, letting Richard fall, dazed, to the floor. Stars bloomed behind Richards closed eyelids and he slowly sat up, his head pounding and elbows stinging from attempting to catch himself in his fall.

Did I really just head-butt Largent? he thought and looked up. Largent had both hands clasped to his face, blood leaking from between his fingers and a murderous look in his eyes that sent a series of cold shivers down Richards spine.

"That didn't make things any better," he muttered. "Come on, Soph, we gotta get out of here before he kills me." He croaked, still barely able to draw in any breath.

[Assistant]
Hal stood there in the crowd, frozen. He hadn't expected Richard to fight back. He couldn't remember a single time anyone wanted to fight back against Largent. And suddenly, the kid who was friends with the mute just broke the brute's nose. Hal dropped the tray in his hand. Maybe Stuck Up was right. Live to fight another day.

Hal slunk deeper into the crowd, leaving the tray on the ground. Trying to use the crowd as cover, he nudged his way out from behind Largent closer to the front, where Richard and Sophie were trying to escape. At the very least, Hal could make sure that they were okay.

Somebody had to.

[User]
Hal would find that someone was already filling in for the position he was trying to take. Blake had pushed through the crowd a bit too late to stop the initial swinging, but he was definitely there in time to cover Richard and Sophia's escape. "Holy geez man, it sounded like you broke his nose!" he remarked as he tried helping him up. "But seriously," he lowered his voice, "Get the heeeeeeeck out of here while you can. I'll meatshield you!" He seemed earnest about his intentions and gestured for them to get going, taking a moment to look back at Largent to see if he'd gotten back up.

Blake had plenty of pluck to square off with Largent if need be, but there was just something... very imposing about him in general. Breaking up fights had been scary at first, but he eventually toughened up to be able to handle a few swings and return a few if need be. But with Largent... Geez, the guy just seemed a lot more intimidating than any of the other guys he's had to deal with up to now. It made him feel uneasy about intervening, but his moral code wouldn't abide by him backing out now.

[Assistant]
Sometimes, the oddest things can go through a person's mind at the strangest times. For Sophia, it was Getting pushed to the ground hurts. She had landed heavily on her shoulder, and had her arm not come up, she would have cracked her head on the floor as well. Both facts came to together to demonstrate her error in judgement: it was obvious that Largent did not care about who he hurt.

She looked up just in time to see Largent punch Richard in the stomach, nearly lifting him clear off the floor by his shirt, and she was in the process of standing up when Richard rammed his head into Largent's nose. Sophia was mildly impressed; she hadn't ever seen him hit someone before. Unfortunately, while his attempt at self-defense did succeed in gaining him freedom, it also had the unfortunate side effect of making Largent even angrier. "Ou biddle shid!"

Largent stood well over a foot taller than Sophia, and probably had a good 20 - 30 pounds on her. For such a big person, he could move awfully quickly when he wanted to. Unfortunately for him, Sophia was faster, and she was quite a bit angrier.

As the bigger boy swung his fist towards Richard's face, Sophia once again interposed herself between them, catching Largent's wrist with her forearm and batting aside his attack. Before he had a chance to react, she struck, jabbing her hand up and catching his throat in the V between her thumb and forefinger. His angry snarl gave way to a choking gurgle, and his eyes bulged as he found his airway temporarily blocked. Not giving his a chance to recover, Sophia seized his shirt and drove her knee straight into his crotch, sending Largent doubling over. Still not finished, she clapped her hands on his ears and yanked down, bringing her knee up to meet his forehead. As Largent stumbled backwards, Sophia spun and drove her foot into his stomach, driving the air from his lungs and toppling him onto his back. Standing over the fallen boy, Sophia waggled her finger at him, as though she was looking at an errant child throwing a tantrum.

Ignoring the stunned silence of the crowd, she turned and helped Richard to his feet, leading him through the parting crowd of bodies. As they put some distance behind them, the weight balance between the pair slowly shifted, until she wasn't so much supporting him as he was supporting her. When they reached a semi-secluded spot, Sophia pulled away and leaned against the wall, clutching at her knee and whimpering as tears pooled in her eyes.

[User]
Thursday March 21st, 2016

Mina looked up as the crowd began to form at the far side of the cafeteria. She put away her book, and threw away the rest of the sandwich while walking towards the fight. Fights were always fun to watch, as long as she wasn't part of them.

The Signing Boy and The Signing Girl were standing by Largent, the known bully of the school. When The Signing Girl fought back, a mix of a shriek and a gasp escaped out of her. She slapped a hand across her mouth. Thankfully, only a few people around her noticed. Suddenly, there was a flashback to the time Mina's mother passed away.

She had been walking into her house, when she saw her mom driving down the road, about to turn into the driveway. The driver of the truck, later known as texting while driving, rammed his vehicle into Mina's mom's, and Mom had taken full impact. She died instantly, as Mina was told in the hospital an hour later. Mina was the one who called 911, for she had a phone at that time.

Somehow, Mina found herself pushing through the crowd to make sure Largent was okay. Yes, it had been wrong for him to pick on Richard and Sophia, but that still didn't mean Largent should die. At this point, Mina didn't care what other people thought.

"Are you okay??"


[System]
Gem:

Gem Location:
Left Shoulder

Emotional Strength:
Anger

Emotional Weakness:
Compassion

Weapon:
Glaive

Other:
Home-World Gem

[User]
"Oh me, that's not important. I'm here for that one." Blood said, motioning towards Mars.

"HOWLITE!!!"

It came from the warp pad, Aqua's voice. Blood quickly rushed back towards the warp pad and ported to the Kindergarten he knew they were going to. It was terrible, a large corrupted gem threatening the newborns. "Like hell I'm letting some beast hurt these gems!!!" Blood rushed forward in a blind rage, no weapon in hand. The corrupted gem went to strike Blood with its pincers but before they could hit him, a bolt of lightning struck the beast destroying its claws.

"Get Back!!!" His voice resonated like thunder, blasting the beast back into the wall. Blood charged the corrupted gem and grabbed it by its tail, lifted it up, and began to slam the beast multiple times into the ground. Bloodstone then ripped the gem stinger off of the beast forcing it to poof.

Blood stood there with the Gem in his hand, seething with rage in silence for the longest time. He bubbled it and sent it to his temple before walking over to Aqua's gem. "You idiot. How are you supposed to protect the gems of you get yourself injured? Howlite could have survived if you hadn't done something so foolish. What were you thinking? What if I hadn't shown up? You're such an idiot!" He turned towards the newborns, and brought Aqua's gem and Howlite's gem shards to them, leaving them with Spinel. "Go Home... Now."

[Assistant]
If Spinel had ever had a nightmare to know what one was, she could honestly say seeing Bloodstone stand there with Aquamarine's gem, immediately after another one had just been destroyed, was her worst. She was shocked when Bloodstone handed her Aquamrine's gem with no explanation as to why, just orders to go home. "Th-thank you..." she managed to stammer out. It was unsatisfying, but that was all she could think of to say. "I'll pay you back for this, I'm sure you'll need me to someday." Feeling like she didn't owe Bloodstone- or at least that she wouldn't owe him forever- was important right now, as Spinel needed as few things on her mind as possible.

 She fought hard to maintain her composure and not get emotional, not now. She found something like a pouch in her clothing and carefully tucked Howlite's shards away, but she kept Aquamarine in her hand. The constant confirmation that Aqua was still there helped keep Spinel together. She walked back to the warp pad, which she had only moved so many paces away from and stood there.

[User]
"Well? Hurry up then!"

Eve was more than ready to leave at this point, the idea of simply being on the ground (even if she wouldn't actually be on the ground too much thanks to the beast she knew as the wind) once again was enough to make her feel much giddier than she had felt in a rather long time. Chromite's comment had definitely taken her by surprise, and she couldn't help but feel that something was off.

"Oh, um...No offense, Chromite, ma'am, but why the sudden interest? Is it because Bloodstone ordered to keep an eye on us? Because I don't think that statement still stands once we return to ground. And I hope I don't sound rude, but I'd rather you not join us, as I just wanted to...You know...Nevermind. Pretend I said nothing, words are failing me right now. They've been doing so for a while," she said with a small, humourless chuckle, thinking of all her scrapped letters to Sodalite. Yes indeed, words were troublesome things, and she knew that they had their own sort of power. She had seen so with her own eyes with Sodalite, and knew she had to choose hers more carefully. She wasn't particularly concerned with her words to Chromite; as long as she didn't anger or insult her she would be fine, but nonetheless. Her eyes were fixed on her toes for a few moments, silent, before she eventually lifted her gaze back up.

"Anyways, my previous statement still stands, but if you insist, you can come along with us, as long as Reggie's okay with it. Though again, and with all due respect, I'd rather you not. If you do come I just want to ask that you -and you too, Reg- give me some distance when I go to see Sodalite. She'll most likely be wary of you," she said, looking to Chromite, and then to Reggie, "And possibly even you, with your new getup and whatnot...And...Well, she's probably going to be wary, upset, and angry around me enough as is since I've spent so much time with Bloodstone, and I don't want to put her on edge any more than need be. That, and I want to...I want to talk to her alone. Fair enough, ma'am?"

[Assistant] Emerald had just touched down on the warp pad, as Aquamarine had called it, when the shaking knocked him onto the floor. He quickly looked up, and then..everything seemed to slow down. There was...some kind of monster! He couldn't see what was happening, but then he heard Aquamarine yell out "HOWLITE!" Emerald froze for a second, spacing out with his mouth agape. It...it sounded like Howlite had been...whatever it was called. He then stopped. Hey, it's alright! Amber came back, and I came back, so everything's gonna be fine!" He had started to run over towards them when...Bloodstone walked towards them? No, he was holding something. There was Aqua's Gem, which meant...that monster must've hit her or something. Well, at least she would be back in a few....hours, hopefully? Maybe? He looked at what else there was...a bunch of pieces of...Howlite's Gem? Wait...WHAT? "Wha-I mean, whahappentoHowl-" Then he remembered. Aqua had said something about....what happened to Gems when they were healing? He then froze. She had said something like Thank goodness it wasn't cracked, otherwise that would be really bad. But cracked is one thing....shattered? Emerald's flashlight-eyes came on, making sure it wasn't just some piece of rock....no. That meant...Howlite is gone? Everything else blurred out, and Emerald passed out, falling onto the somehow dustier Kindergarten floor.

[User]
Sodalite has started to wander, but the very moment the corrupted gem made itself known, she rushed back to rejoin the group for combat. Her arms encased themselves in light before her gauntlets appeared. It was much too big for her to fight, so she stayed on the defensive side. Hoever, all of that stopped when a tragedy happened. She froze. Howlite's gem was no more, and Aquamarine was called back into her gem. They now had no leader, nobody to guide them.

Then Bloodstone appeared, a gem she had a somewhat antagonistic opinion of. However, his actions had made her question her view of him. She said nothing and did nothing, only watching the events in front of her unfold. She didn't know what to think of him yet. She continued to stay quiet, but the mental image of the word 'Villain' floating around his head didn't seems fitting anymore.

[Assistant] Amber had just landed on the warp pad, less than gracefully but at least he didn't fall over. It seemed already everyone had started to spread out and do their own thing, Amber himself decided he should just fallow Aqua and listen to what she had to say. The goofy grin that formed on his face quickly faded when the ground began to shake and rocks fell from up above, Amber himself just narrowly avoided turned into a pancake though he did have to knock aside a few of the other rocks that were falling do to him not being the quickest on his feet. What happened next was just too horrid and fast that Amber could hardly comprehend what just happen. First a giant monster appeared and began attacking, not just attacking but winning, then the creature cornered Howlite only for Aqua to jump in and... they were gone. If all that wasn't enough out of no where Bloodstone appeared and completely destroyed the monster, ripping it apart as if it was nothing. Amber stood there in shock, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do. Then Bloodstone gave the simple order to leave and it clicked with Amber, almost like a instinct, to do just that. Amber walked up to the others, his expression a mixture of sorrow and a odd seriousness for Amber. "Lets get out of 'here..." He said to a low tone as he looked down to the others. He then looked to Bloodstone and merely starred at the Gem for a few moments. "Thank you si-" Amber began before cutting himself off. "Thank you." He corrected himself before he gave a slight nod to Bloodstone and turned on his heels and started to head back to the warp pad, taking up the rear of the group.

[User] Upon arrival at the Kindergarten Zircon landed on the warp pad, almost losing her balance for a second. By the looks of it seems like people were already starting to wander their own ways, so Zircon started to slowly pace around herself while looking at the new scenery. She didn't go too far from anyone. But it was real soon--literally, real, soon--when something fast and unwanted started to happen. As Zircon felt the ground beneath her shake it's only natural for her by now to react by putting her right foot in front of her and bending her knees into a fighting-like stance while bringing her right hand beside her gem on her left hip, ready to 'draw' her weapon when or if needed. Everything happened way too fast though. With the appearance of some giant monster thing some blows were exchanged, but the biggest blows of all was the poofing of Aquamarine and the shattering of Howlite's gem. If Zircon had a heart she would feel it sink like a fast-dropping elevator, and it would weigh a ton. There was no hiding Zircon's shock; wide eyes, half-open mouth and everything. Zircon cussed under her breath at the situation before gritting her teeth slightly. Zircon wanted to move. She just wanted to move and do something. Especially put up a fight of some sort to this...thing...monster...whatever it is. But someone else just took up the job of putting up a fight. Bloodstone. What? Bloodstone? The supposed bad guy Bloodstone? Why? When? While watching Bloodstone beat down the creature, the shock on Zircon's face was still visible. Except her jaw isn't as dropped, widened eyes still active though. And with that the beast goes down by the hands of Bloodstone. Quite the performance. When he gave Aquamarine's gem and Howlite's gem shards to Spinel, Zircon slowly stood up straight to cease her stance and putting her hand down as well. Zircon slightly narrows her eyes when Bloodstone gives orders to go home; her suspicions rose. But this was not the time to be picking quarrels. That, and there's no reason to. Glancing at the others back and forth, Zircon remained silent. She slowly walked backwards heading toward the warp pad keeping her eyes on Bloodstone; her head was facing down but her eyes were on him only for a brief while. Zircon spoke under her breath very softly, a 'thanks' towards Bloodstone since he did save them, but it was so softly spoken it was probably audible only to herself and no one else. So as far anyone else knew, Zircon was silent.

[Assistant]
Spinel

Oh lovely As if everything else that had happened wasn't enough to deal with, it looked as if Emerald had passed out again. Spinel tucked Aquamarine's gem away and darted over to him, wary of any more danger that may be present. She grabbed one of his legs with both arms and slowly but surely dragged him onto the pad. Well, at least he doesn't seem like the sort who would mind a little dirt... she quipped to herself. "Is everyone ready?" Spinel asked sheepishly as everyone now seemed to be on the warp pad. She paused, did her best to make her mind totally blank, and closed her eyes. She diverted all of her attention and focus to the temple. The warp pad began to glow and within moments, they were there.

Spinel very nearly collapsed as soon as they arrived home. She ran off of the warp pad and into the living area. Her eyes had already begun to sting as soon as she saw what had happened, but she'd ignored it until now. Spinel fell to her knees and flickered. She was doing her best not to be seen but she was so distraught that it was difficult to use her most basic ability, as much as she'd practiced it in the past month. It was as if she was trying to sob and hold her breath at the same time. She became completely still and it finally began to work. Howlite's shards and Aquamarine's gem now appeared to be floating in air. For the first time ever, small streams of tears ran down Spinel's face. It was all she could do to stay invisible, and while being emotional didn't help at all, crying provided her a bit of release that made not glowing a little easier. She reached into her pocket and clutched Aquamarine and Howlite. "I-I'm suh- I'm so... I'm so sorry!" she sobbed as she became visible once more.

 Chromite

"Yeah... um, I mean, message received. I don't intend to be on your back the whole time, but I'd like to be within earshot of you if need be. Rest assured you'll get your private time if you want it, but the fact that you're meeting up with a group of rebel gems only makes me more concerned that you'll need protection." Chromite said. She still couldn't completely get her head around how positively blunt Evenkite could be, but she wasn't offended.

[User] Blood was utterly defeated, with no idea what to do next he simply warped to the temple himself. The other gem could wait until he was more emotionally stable for him to suade the gem to his side. Blood walked into the temple that he had investigated a few times, he could warp in and take out the gems while they slept but that would have no sportsmanship to it. Without saying anything, he walked past the other gems and laid on the ground. Bloodstone just laid there with tears in his eyes before standing, wiping them away, and facing the newborns. "Ok, so how about some history lessons since I'm here? Any questions?"


[System]
Species: Tekeri

Appearance: Kareet appears fairly average, compared to most Tekeri. She has deep black, generally well-kept feathers and stands at about 6'11". Like all Tekeri, she naturally stands with something of a hunched posture, which, along with her serrated beak, sharp talons, and four piercing red eyes, would give her a rather feral, monstrous appearance to a Human observer. At first impressions, all that might set her apart from an animal would be her unusually clean feathers and polished beak.

Magical Affiliation: Lightning Domain Proficiency

Occupation: Seeker of the Order of Sages

Key Skills: Engineering, Wilderness survival, Combat magic training

Backstory: Kareet's early childhood was, in its entirety, unremarkable. 'Kareet' was not her original name, as the original was left behind with her former life. She was hatched to a peasant family in the lowest rungs of Arcaeda, but she was in her seventh year when her fate shifted. In Arcaeda, per the decree of the Archmagister, all children must receive at least one year of magical education, provided by the state. With the Archmagister's vision of Arcaeda as a modern city with magic at its core, the education primarily serves to ensure that every citizen knows what to expect of magic in the city, and how to efficiently work around it. However, it also serves a secondary purpose. In most species, children are more easily able to awaken to magic than adults, so these classes have allowed the city to expand its number of magic-capable citizens.

While the majority of children each year are unable to use magic, a small percentage, like Kareet, experience their awakenings, which then necessitates that the child must be trained in the usage of magic. In the event that the child belongs to a family that is unable to facilitate that training, then the state invokes what is called the "Law of Correction" to claim guardianship over the child. For Kareet, it meant being removed from the care of her former family and adopted officially by the Order of Magisters. While the Law of Correction can be contested, few ever attempt it, either because they recognize their child would have far greater opportunities in life with magical training, or because they are afraid of being unable to do what would be required to successfully challenge it. Kareet does not know her birth parents' reasons, nor has she ever cared.

Kareet was raised, by and large, by the Order of Magisters, which afforded her a proper education, including writing, logic, and mathematics, as well as training in forms of magic for which she had an affinity. For Kareet, that was the Lightning Domain. For youth trained by the Order of Magisters, their instruction encompassed the core skills of their chosen magic for most known applications, military and civilian. Kareet learned of how the Ascendancy had come to use her Domain, primarily magnetism, in construction and engineering, as well as receiving appropriate training in combat magic.

Magister's training provided a strong base for Kareet's knowledge of her Domain. To continue with the Order of Magisters would have brought her along the path of a battlemage to learn more of military tactics and improve her ability in "battlefield" magic. However, her interests brought her instead to transfer to the Order of Sages upon her graduation; not an uncommon choice, for the more academically inclined. Over half of the mages within the Order of Sages were, at one point, members of the Order of Magisters.

Within the Ascendancy, the purview of the Order of Sages is the accumulation and advancement of all knowledge, magical and non-magical. It is the combination of both which drives Kareet. While she certainly still seeks to improve her magical prowess, she finds herself intrigued by the concept of how magic and invention can be combined. For her trial of proving, she traveled beyond the Ascendancy, spending time in the settlements of several nations, from the capital of Mythadia itself, to remote settlements small enough not to appear on most maps. She made a particular effort to immerse herself in the practices of magic from other cultures. The Sages taught that all knowledge was worth collecting, regardless of origin.

Upon her return to Arcaeda, Kareet worked to make her contribution to the Sages' collective knowledge. Simply returning with something unique that was not part of their records, even if it was minor, would have been sufficient for her trial, but she did not wish to settle for sufficient with the mark she would make. Over about a year, she worked on concepts and designs that incorporated the capabilities of magic into her knowledge of engineering. Eventually, it was a device she had witnessed in Mythadia that inspired her own creation. Force mages were commonly used in many parts of the world to aid in construction, but she had observed a kind of elevator for lifting huge stones that used pulleys operated by a series of metal gears. A lightning mage needed only to turn a single gear to operate the elevator, which could hoist stones heavy enough to normally require several force mages to move. After working through a few concepts, Kareet managed to apply that idea to a siege engine. The idea of using mages to operate more powerful siege engines was nothing new, but Kareet focused on achieving that power more efficiently. Her final prototype was a ballista that used a similar gear and pulley system that a single lightning mage could operate, which was just as powerful as similar weapons that usually required multiple force mages.

At present, Kareet has been granted the rank of Seeker within the Order of Sages, in light of her skills and interests. Seekers are generally the more independent and combat-capable of the order's members who specialize in the search for knowledge, regardless of the dangers that may be required to obtain it.

[User]
Kaqir's exuberance was quickly tempered by the sight of the Glen. Gods above. It was nothing she couldn't fix, of course, but the fact that they seemed to have carted him across such wild roads with an injury like this... well, it couldn't have been pleasant, to say the least. His voice was too tight around his thanks, all scratch and scrape and—no. It would be fine. She tipped her head in what she hoped was a reassurance. "You're welcome, sir. This should only take a moment."

Pressing a talon to his chest, she took a deep breath.

Bone and blood and sinew screamed into her touch. His ribs were thoroughly cracked—though whatever broke them had the decency to leave him with a clean fracture. A direct blow, and a strong one at that. He certainly looked the fighting type. Who were these people? A noblewoman and her guards? Her gaze caught on the Iriad. They looked far too interesting to mix with high society, even in some place as open-minded as the Ascendancy. And the fellow Tekeri clearly had enough of an understanding of magic to be familiar with Life practices. Perhaps a group of bounty hunters?

She shook the thoughts from her mind. She was getting paid to heal, not investigate. It didn't matter who they were.

Closing her eyes, she smothered the urgent cries of his pain receptors. He didn't need to feel what was to come. That was a step you only had to miss once. Diagrams crumpled in her head, fresh ink on old paper. She'd operated on very few Glen, but their anatomy was still familiar, if a bit more mammalian than she was used to. Her notes were messy but memorable, and that's what mattered. The anterior chest cavity of a Glen was much sturdier than that of a Tekeri. There was no need of coaxing, just command. Her magic seized the marrow, stretching it to the severed fragment and twisting inside. That helped fuel the shell of periosteum, lengthening the ribcage back to its normal size. His lungs seemed to be unharmed. It was almost eerie to hear their rasp without a pulse between them.

Fortunately, his lower ribs fared better than those in his upper half. Some minor contusions along the muscle and inner bone, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with some expedited tissue cleaning. His heart, which was nestled in this set of lungs, beat healthily.

Exhaling slowly, she awoke his deadened nerves and withdrew. A few lingering cells tugged at her attention: scattered scars beneath his cuirass, burns curling across his arm, old bruises yellow beneath his fur. They weren't things meant to be healed, though—if he had allowed their presence this long, they were a part of him. Memories. Warnings. Badges, maybe.

She met his eyes and smiled. "There we go! You should be all healed up. Do let me know if anything still hurts."

[Assistant]
The bridge
Wodan picked one hell of a time to come online. A proximity alarm pinged twice around the bridge as the Jotunheim's radar picked up six locked-on missiles. Everyone leapt into action.

"Evasive action, NOW!" Zey shouted, diving towards her seat. Bosko immediately went to full speed ahead on the main engines and yanked the control yoke. The Jotunheim's beetle-like shape exploded forward and pulled up towards the dawn sky, but it was too late. The missiles were moving at 1,200 metres per second, and there was no way the hulking spacecraft could avoid them all. The first missile went straight towards the bulbous shuttle bay on the side.

The shuttle bay
Ezra threw the spasming spider droid onto the shuttle bay floor, gritting his teeth from the pain. He quickly looked down and dipped his fingers into a rip in the undercoat covering his right arm. His fingers came back red with blood - the robot had cut him.

He looked back up at Eva as she came over to grab the spider. He crouched down and picked his assault rifle quickly back up, then stalked towards her.

"No more games. Open this door or I'll-"

The deck shifted dramatically under their feet and the engines shook the deck under their feet. Everything seemed to move at once - an unsecured box smashed into the soldier's legs and he stumbled into Eva. Darnell shouted, staggered and fell back hard into a row of jump seats. The airlock door opened, and the sound and sight of screaming civilians could be heard in the service corridor, then they closed again.

Then a massive explosion ripped through the bay. The ramp fell slightly open, and a section of the hull in the corner buckled and burst. Flames gushed in, whipped up by the wind. A maelstrom of shrapnel made a sound like tinkling glass as it impacted surfaces. One of the large straps securing the shuttle snapped as a siren blared.

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The second missile fizzed past the ship and exploded in front of the bridge as Bosko violently levelled out of its upwards ascent and turned it to the right. A long, thin pleasure craft veered out of the way to avoid crashing into the Jo, and moved straight into the path of the third and fourth missile.

The last two projectiles soared straight into the engine shielding, and the whole aft crackled with bright blue energy. The kinetic barrier forced the missiles to explode early - a savage shockwave buffeted the hull and shook the insides.

Engineering
Zhao strapped in, her face illuminated by glowing in the light of various displays crowded around her.

"Power spike! Someone talk to me!"

"It's the FTL drive ma'am, it's jumping all on its own!" Varen shot back. Vigdis would see dangerous fluctuations in her console's readings.

"Kill it, now!" Zhao commanded.

"It's not responding!"

The noise was unbearable. The shields were screeching, and now the FTL's whine had rapidly risen to a crescendo.

"Engineering to Bridge, emergency jump imminent" Zhao yelled into her comms piece.

The sky was dark, and full of stars over Kanth-Amerek. The only sounds one could hear in the wilderness was the rustle of foliage and call of animals. These calls turned into frantic screeching as a thunderous boom rolled over the land and echoed off the far hills of the Ascendency. The sky flashed, like with lightning, and a dull mauve scar seared into the atmosphere. A bright ball of flame emerged, and hurtled towards the ground.

The Bridge
Zey had only just made it to her seat and strapped in before the panicked call from engineering. Her eyes had involuntarily closed against the bright flash, and now gouts of flame erupted from the shield cabling below the Bridge cockpit windows. The sound of missiles had totally gone, and the engines were eerily quiet, more of a sooradic judder than a continuous sound.

"Where are we? Somebody give me a sitrep right now. Wodan? Welcome aboard - reboot our sensory array." Zey ordered, staring at the curved bank of screens that folded out of the wall to surround the Captain's chair. All of her external data sources were making zero sense.

[User]
Kareet observed silently as Kaqir worked. She had seen, and received, such healing many, many times before, so there was no tension for her. The only worry might have been if Kaqir was not a competent Life mage, but everything Kareet could see was perfectly acceptable. Healing simple injuries was far from the most complex thing a Life mage could do, after all.

Once Kaqir was done, Kareet gave a quick look over the Glen. No visible injuries, at least, and no more signs of pain. It was sufficient. She reached around to her backpack and produced a small pouch, from which she grabbed a few silver coins. It was far more than the coppers most peasants might be able to scrounge together, and consistent with what a healer would expect to be paid in the capital. "Thank you for your assistance." Kareet said politely as she dropped the coins into the healer's hand. "I…"

Kareet's voice trailed off quickly. There was…something that caught her eyes in the sky to the north: a flash. At its source, there was something glowing, very distant. Tekeri had particularly sharp eyesight, but even to her the details were difficult to discern. It was like a hole in the sky through which daylight was shining. Through it, she could see a hint of fire, of distorted shapes she could not discern, and of…something that seemed to be moving. All she could really see of it was a red glow, like a fireball.

A few seconds later, something like the loudest thunder Kareet had ever heard echoed across the landscape. All at once, it was like the whole town froze. Anyone who had not noticed before now had their eyes to the sky. Even Glen villagers who had been roused from their sleep started to file outside as well to see what was happening.