[System]
Codename/Alias: Plague

Mask:

Race: Ghoul

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 5"0

Eye Colour: Grey

Hair Colour: Dyed Green, Naturally Black

Personality: Ryan is the type of person who doesn't enjoy eating. Or he didn't at first anyways. Now he can be a bit of a glutton. He is fairly relaxed in social situations, and loves cooking for friends. In battle he is sadistic and efficient, inflicting lethal injuries with the type of non-chalance you would see in a man blowing his nose. He likes to make jokes in and outside of battle and considers himself to be a pretty funny guy. Ryan doesn't show it often but he truly wishes for equality between Ghouls and Humans, and is saddened by the fact that others must die so he can live. He is loyal to his friends and fellow gang members, and is willing to do anything to protect them. On a sidenote, he is usually the one to make coffee when others ask for it.

Occupation: Owner of local coffee shop "The Daily Grind". He inherited it from his father who had recently died. He's not very good at managing it so he has one of his father's friends running it for now.

Ward of Operation: 15

Rating: B Rated

Organisation: Hydra's Nest

Rank: Fangs

Kagune Type: Rinkaku

Kagune Appearance or description: Ryan's kagune comes out of his lower back and is 4 green tentacles with black tips, almost as if they're rotting. They have blue veins running through them and are constantly pulsing.

Special trait: As a trump card he can begin splitting his Kagune into more tentacles so he can have more to attack with. Every time he splits the tentacles get faster but are even more brittle and breakable than usual.

Other: Smoking is Bad Mmkay?

[User]
Ashido Kazuyaka

Ward 7, Raining

Ashido looked to the sky then back down at Naota before speaking "We best go get something to eat...we will do some more investigating tomorrow." Ashido turned and began walking down the street, he wasn't exactly eager to complete this case swiftly...instead they'd try follow a case of their own and catch themselves a more reasonable target...one that Naota would actually be able to fight fairly as this King case was to much...even for Ashido...

[Assistant]
Kazumo Igiri
As his teeth sank into Tatsuo's flesh his eyes widened as his bite grew harder. This was truly an incredible meal! Nothing could beat the tase of a fucking king, nothing! yet then he felt the sword stab through him as he glared at Tatsuo as the heads crushed both of them. He released his bite and laughed. "Damn boy buy me a drink first." he taunted before Tatsuo shouted about him finally experiencing losing which made Kazumo laugh even louder before biting into his neck again as Tatsuo kicked off the ground and booked it all the way to the 13th ward. Tatsuo would speak again about experiencing hell together which made Kazumo smirk. "Sure I'll be the damn tour guide ya little shit." Kazumo stated as he braced himself as they both flew threw the building and to the street below where Kazumo would stand up dusting himself off.

As he began to approach Tatsuo again, he noticed this green haired red eyed woman with a sycthe. His eyes widened behind his mask before he looked at Tatsuo. "Well I wont count this as a loss but a draw. I'm not in the mood to have my head lopped off by the she devil there." Kazumo stated reverting back to a human looking form and pushing a button on his helmet which made a bike shoot out of nowhere to which he jumped on it and pushed another button on the bike and waved at Tatsuo. "Sucks you have no ride. Text me if you don't die." Kazumo yelled before vanishing out of sight almost instantly.

[User]
Adam after putting away his coffee in his house was now waiting at the main headquarters drinking from a water bottle,"Now where oh where could they be?" He thought to himself smiling to nobody before finishing his water slowly walking towards the recycling bin putting away the empty water bottle.

Adam made his way back to the entrance of the HQ building and while he would be waiting he pulled out a small manga book form his coat pocket,It was called Go Go's Wacky Quest and it was his favorite series of books and hoped where he was would be just as exciting as it already was.

[Assistant]
Revan, 1st Ward, CCG Main Office
Bold=English

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"Gotcha Boss," Was all that Revan said with a nod as he went to follow Atsuro out the door, easily cathng up with the man's stride and getting into the passenger seat of the car. Before he got in, however, he took another drag of his cigarette before dropping it on the ground and snuffing it out under his heel. With that done, he would take his seat, buckling in for safety as he prepped himself for the battle in the form of some last minute calibrations to his arm as they drove towards the destinations, opening up the inner arm ad taking out a few tools to run tests and examinations on the hardware that made it operate. As they approached the destination, Revan decided to address the younger man's earlier comments.

"Atsuro, is it, I sure you've notice by now that my personality is very, very rough, ragged, and generally unpleasant for those around me, yes?" Revan would offer a short pause for the obvious answer before continuing, still working on his arm as he worked. "Well, in my earlier days, that personality came with youthful idiocy that lasted all of 2 days. On my second day in, i got my mentor killed because I rushed into a battle I wasn't ready fro and he had to save my ass, killing the ghoul only to succumb to his wounds shortly after. Ever since that day, I've always worked to reign in my own battle hungry impulses o prevent such things from happening again. One part of doing that is making sure I look at everything from a logical perspective first, than allow myself to get excited for it. It's my way of limiting the high, so to speak."

As Revan spoke, his tone had taken a more somber note than before, his eyes partly clouded over in remembrance for a bit, before he came back to the present with a chuckle, dry as it was.

"As for worrying about my death, all I can say is that I've come to accept the fact that I'll like die in a very horrible fashion one of these days, but I'll be damned if i allow the Reapr to cloud my thoughts o a daily basis. SO I guess the short answer is no, I'm not really concerned about my death. and why would I when living life is much more engaging. Wouldn't you agree?"

[User]
Yume Soma
Location: 12th Ward

Yume eyes the girl closely as she flew off by her tentacle in order to protect herself. However she did not think that the other would go for a rebound as so to say so and made her legs go into a lance like form aiming for Yume. She bit her lip harshly as she started to get irritated by the stubbornness and decided to just go full into the fight as well for as long as the Kings were doing their business with each other. She was not a match for them, not even the slightest bit however if she had to, she was going to give her life for her King no matter what the situation. Maybe this is where she resembled the other ghoul a little in loyalty. But that was the only thing that they had alike.

She made her two tentacles form in a huge knot like weapon and slammed with force against the other her legs, making sure that she was not going to be reached by the 'lance'. Leaning back almost completely in order to avoid arms swaying into her face, maybe scraping her cheek a little as it was impossible to just get away without any injury. Once that was done, she took a step back and watched the girl take her mask off which was an extremely risky thing to do if the ghouls were enemies. However as the girl made an attempt to bit a piece of flesh out of her neck, her tentacle was already there, pointing the sharp edge towards the girl her face. She was going to pierce her if she was not going to pull back. "Can you stop now? You'll make your clothes even dirtier than they already are, though I'm not better." She said monotonously. "Also your king seems to be leaving already so why don't we leave this fight for now."

[Assistant]
Tatsuo Hyakuya
[13th Ward]

Tatsuo rose from the rubble, yanking the blade from his stomach and ready to charge back at Kazumo. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to the side to see a green haired devil. He sighed, his eyes turning cold as Kazumo ran almost immediately. "Tch, if I had longer I would of had the strength to fight you. Too bad my meal just ran away" He said to Shizuka, knowing full well who she was. Among the entire CCG, she was the most dangerous. She didn't care for the life of humans, so hostages were pointless. He also knew words were pointless to her and could only think of escape Next time I'll end things quickly instead of dragging it on like this. Kazumo wasn't in his Kakuja mode, instead 8 of his harpoon appendages behind him. They were thinner but light, light enough for Tatsuo to escape. "I'd love to stay and fight you but not today" He smacked the ground in front of him, kicking up a small dust storm in front of her. He leaped up to the top of a building and kicked off it, heading back to Hydra Nest territory. He knew she'd be hot on his tail, if not swinging at him already. He still pulled out his phone and dialed a number, only saying a few words before abandoning it to turn behind him. "Gather the 9 Heads"

[User]
Naota Shibuya
[7th Ward]
Naota nodded at Ashido, following right behind him as they left the scene. "Aye aye sir" He said like a pirate following it's captain. Truth is, Naota didn't want to deal with this crime scene. The level of strength these Ghouls had were too great for him and he was still only had 1 Quinque. Granted he became incredibly skilled with it but it still had it's weaknesses and he had yet to capture another Ghoul since his promotion. "Ashido-senpai" Naota said, breaking the momentary silence "What was your second Quinque? I have the option to get another one but I'm not sure what type I want. And I don't want one just handed to me, I'd rather earn mines and see what it can do in action." He asked out of curiosity, not even seeing Ashido's first Quinque yet.

[Assistant]
Kazumo Igiri and Nailah Igiri
Kazumo would arrive back at the base within a few minutes and would come flying inside before crashing upon the ground where he skid and took off his broken helmet as he stood up. "Yeah... that hurts, everything fucking hurts." Kazumo grumbled before throwing the helmet at a wall and shattering it as his sister would come rushing out and glare at him and his blood stained clothes, that were torn apart. "You dumb big brother! Stop picking fights with people that can dish it back!" Nailah would lecture as she smacked him upside the head repeatedly. Kazumo would grumble before lowering his head. "Yes sister.... I'm sorry. In my defense it was fun as hell!" He said earning him another smack, he would look at this one man reading a manga and would walk over to him and rip it from his hands. "Hey whatever your name was. I have to lay low for a bit so I need you to go out and get a human. I'd hunt myself but i'm too tired at the moment. So don't fuck up or i'll make a pleb ranking and put you in it." Kazumo said tossing the manga back at him as he went over and picked up his bike and moved it inside the garage area he had for the bike itself.
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Atsuro Volke
As the man got in the car, Atsuro would waste no time and would set off for their destination. He remained quiet up until the man spoke about his past, telling him about getting his mentor killed and it was because he was an idiot who rushed into the situation without thinking. Now he tried to limit his high until he was sure it was okay before getting excited for a fight. he would then state that he doesn't fear death and that engaging life is much more fun and asked if he agreed. Atsuro would keep his eyes on the road while addressing the man. "Well just note if you rush in, I'm not going to be like your mentor and lay my life on the line for you. If you die, then oh fucking well you die. As for engaging life well then I find doing my duty to be exciting. As long as I get revenge on Scarecrow then it matters not how I live my life. So I'm going to crawl my way to special class and then bring annihilation upon Scarecrow. So again, try not rushing into a situation like a mad man. You will not be saved by me."

[User]
Adam saw his manga being ripped form his hands feeling a bit peeved for this but once he was given some comrades and given his manga back he turned around,"Mhm kids these days" He mumbled to himself now putting his manga away into his coat pocket walking away thinking of some humans that he could take.Adam put on his headphones listening to some music (This song youtube.com/watch?v=iypUpv9xelg) while he had his walk to find a human.Making his way towards the grocery store to look for a good human and to buy some water for himself.

Once he got into the grocery store picking up a bottle of water seeing a young women picking out some grapes for her miserable life or so what he thought.He followed behind her keeping his distance of course finally tailing her to her car knocking her out shoving her into the truck and getting into the drivers seat driving the car towards his HQ.Once he got towards the HQ he brought the girl into the HQ now singing the same song form before.

He followed the scent of the biker form before wanting to bring the girl to him.

[Assistant] Ryan sighed as he got up. "I'm heading back to Headquarters, I don't think the boss is coming back. Thanks for the cigarette, you should probably head back to Headquarters too." He made his Kagune tear through his back and jumped towards his Headquarters using them. He began thinking about what happened during battle and he shuddered. Did he really belong with them? No, Hydra's Nest was his group, they cared about him. A few miles in he saw Leviathan and smiled underneath his mask. "Hey boss! I finished the fight, are we heading back to Headquarters now?" He asked as he looked around.


[System]
Sex Female | Age 27 | Race Human

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Basic Info

Alias: Locks

Look: Classy eyeliner and a business suit

Heritage: Imperial

Vice/Purveyor: Luxury - Wild parties, wanton extravagance, sex, drugs and futuristic synth music.

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Stats

Insight 2 | Prowess 0 | Resolve 3

Stress:

Trauma:

Starting Abilities:
Consort 2
Command 1
Sway 2 (You get more with a kind word and a laser rifle than just a kind word)
Hack 1 (these books aren't going to cook themselves)
Study 1 (Regrettably, it pays to do your homework)

Special Abilities:
* Disarming
* Air of Respectability
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Friends:
* Je-zee (Enemy) - Diplomat, it wasn't my fault that peace talks fell through!
* Manda - (friend) A guild executive who made a lot of money when I made those peace talks fall through!
* Arryn - A noble I left at the altar
* Kerry - A doctor who always treats me, even though he despairs of my sinful ways

Equipment:
* Fine Clothes- expensive suits, elegant dresses
* Legitimate ID - Miranda Castlereagh, Hagemony Intercessor
* Luxury Goods - Expensive liqours, drugs and jams
* Momentous of a past encounter - Wedding Dress

Bonus Dice

Gambit

[User]
Miranda CastleLoad(?/?): | Armor:
Stress:0/9 | Harms:

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It irritated Miranda to see a Hagemony base in such disrepair. Hallways that should have been sparkling were shabby and run down. All in all the effect was too close to a metaphor for her own fortunes to be entirely comfortable. Despite her current shortage of credits she was dressed in a sleek suit of shimmering silk which shifted between dark gray and black depending on the lighting or angle of the viewer. Her natural dark brown hair was concealed beneath an expertly applied wig of platinum blonde.

"Gentle...men," she paused for a heartbeat as she took in the presence of Xenos. They certainly were a rough looking crew but a ship was a prize worth almost any risk. They looked as though they would be good material for the plan already forming in her mind.

"Are we all here?" She asked, having deliberately timed her arrival to ensure she was last.

[Assistant]
"Yeah, why don't you fuck off with that, Skrivver?" The pilot tells the ugly one, betraying the contact's name. The two pirates smoking laugh, high as the stratosphere. They don't realize what had just happened, though neither does the pilot it seems. He is suddenly grabbed from behind by two of the four armed Xenos's powerful hands to be slammed into the hull of the ship, cheek pressed to the Syronian Steel of the hull. Skrivver shambles over to him and punches the immobilized man in the gut, sending him reeling.

"You owe us 1,500 small ones there, Rico. You keep it up and I'll carve the money out of you." He promises, before clearing his throat and turning to put on a pleasant smile to answer Even's question. Somehow it makes him look all the more ugly. "The details of the assignment is simple." He makes small guns with his fingers at the three of them. "You got the coordinates in the ship. You have the codes to get in close. Once you land you're in what's pretty much the only Embassy within two systems, which means it's not just a prison. In fact most of it is a pit stop for big name nobles looking to refuel and planetary chiefs to fly up and suck their dicks. You go in, go to the bottom level, spring our boss out and get him back on the ship without anyone being none the wiser. You do that and you get the ship. I don't need to ask if we have a deal because we've made it already. You should be glad I like Schill."

At Miranda's question, the two smokers howl with gusto. Skrivver looks around. "We don't have anyone else coming unless you brought a crew in your shoes."

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So, just tell me you pass in the OOC or make a post and roll for it in here. Though you'll probably want to tell me what kind of roll it is in the OOC too.

[User]
Ito ShiraiLoad(?/?): | Armor:
Stress:0/9 | Harms:

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Ito watched as the pirate berated the underling, Rico, with a certain level of disdain as Skrivver shoved the would-be pilot into the side of the ship. He knew that discipline had to be instilled every now and again but the manner about which it was instilled was always something to be watched, never too lenient nor too forceful. Skrivver, however, would dare to threaten his own underling with such a horrid punishment that it made Ito sick to his stomach. Such threats were beneath someone who was supposed to be a higher up, remembering that those under you needed to be not only worked with but also work without fear. Fear was the path of the coward, and it seemed that Skrivver was very much a coward who would resort to fear in order to keep his crew in line.

The most honorable of the people there snarled behind his mask before he would declare, in a stern voice, "Treating your underlings in such a manner is without honor!" He took a moment to make sure that Skrivver was paying attention to Ito before stepping forward, "Fear is the path of the coward! Anyone in a place a command should know such things," the Viper hissed, eyes narrowing and metaphorical fangs bared as he stared down the pirate. His eyes focused purely on pirate, unmoving and unwavering as his arms crossed themselves over his chest as he took another step towards Skrivver, awaiting whatever response the pirate would dare throw his way.

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Rolled 3 for Command on Skivver

[Assistant]
Skrivver turns his attention to Ito, his mangled face muddied in confusion. "What?" He asks you, though you realize it's more of a rhetorical statement than him wishing you to repeat yourself. Rico tries to turn his head to look at you but he's stuck in his position, being pressed into the hull. "He's not a member of our band. He bloody owes me! You know what? Just for that he now owes me 2,000." Skrivver gives you a gaptoothed grin, clearly enjoying raking up the price as long as he's given a reason. "You and your new crew better get the fuck out of here and get us Marco or we'll string this pilot here up and use him for target practice!"

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As this is the prologue, nothing bad happened to you personally. But generally a 6 is a favorable outcome, a 4-5 is a partial success, and a 1-3 is a bad outcome which means not only do you fail, but something bad happens. In this case, the pilot was simply given a larger debt, but that doesn't mean it can't be talked down nor he can't win his freedom.

[User]
Miranda cleared her throat pointedly having managed to blend into the background while the altercation had taken place. Fortunately she was as good at avoiding attention as attracting it when the circumstances were right.

"I am quite certain Mr Skrivver, that the rescue of your pirate captain will not be hastened by shooting this miscreant, nor by battering a hole in the side of our ship with his skull... amusing though that might be," she gave Rico a look of cold appraisal.

"You have taken care of your end of the business, let us take care of ours," she wen't on the slight edges of her Imperial accent sharpening.

"We will bring the kid along to, who knows he might catch a bullet during the break out and spare you all the trouble," she concluded brightly.

[Assistant]
That wasn't something Skrivver foresaw, and the same could be said for the Xenos who's grip on Rico slackens. The pilot wriggles out of its grip and slides away with a screeching of his shoe leather over the station-steel floor. "What? I never said!" The underboss says, but as Miranda speaks, he clearly feels this was killing two birds with one stone. Having the pilot help get his boss back to pay off his debt, though it also meant that if he were to die he wouldn't get any of what the pilot owes him. Still, he thinks for a moment and acquiesces to the request. "Fine, but he still owes me. He can talk to Marco about that maybe, but you have to grab him first!" The fellow declared, and waves you all off. If there was no more questions among you, then it would be time to depart. The pilot practically leaps into the ship to keep the xenos off of him, and the two fellows smoking laugh again. Until Skrivver smacks one over the head, that is.

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Can't really argue with 2 6's

[User]
Even ImLoad(?/?): | Armor:
Stress:0/9 | Harms:

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Even watched the scene play out before him, silent and the smile on his face unbroken. He had seen many kids like Rico have far worse to them done for less, one more such incident didn't sway his heart with sympathy, even if he didn't like to see it. However, it was the reactions of his two soon to be crewmates that he diverted his attention to. The masked one seemed very ill-suited to this business with the way he spoke of honor and cowardice. True there was a way you should and shouldn't conduct yourself even in the lowest pits of criminal society, but the way he said it reeked of one of those warrior cultures you'd run into occasionally that would get demolished as soon as they made any trouble for The Hegemony or anyone of worth.

The woman on the other hand, she seemed to have a better head on her shoulders, but everything about her screamed "bureaucrat." You dealt with that lot all the time, especially as you moved up the ranks, but seeing someone like her in a situation like this was rather rare. Politicians tend to loathe dirtying themselves with any of the work they want done. Even wouldn't be surprised if she still held the illusion of her being better than the job she desperately needed. But if there was any job where having her type around would help, it'd be this.

"Before we go, got any details on the boss. A face? Name? Where he's probably being held in the embassy? Wouldn't want to spring the wrong sap and end up getting your boss relocated somewhere less accessible." These were pretty vital details that hadn't been explained, and the last thing he wanted to do was roll into the black without even a clue who they were supposed to rescue.

[Assistant]
"A name? You haven't been listenin' have you?" Skrivver challenges, looking at you with a suspicious gaze. He shakes his head. "Schill told you his name and where to go. He's Marco Gaebril, and when you land you go to the bottom section of the station. Wherever the guards aren't? That's where he'll be. But you need to leave now or you'll lose your window. You got here just when you needed to get here and now you need to fucking leave when we need you to fucking leave get it!?"

It was clear Skrivver didn't have the most meticulous specifics in mind, but following the directions and the proper excuses and you would make through it easily. He tugs at his belt and yanks it up as if to make himself look taller.

Once in the ship, it's clear the Stardancer has little to no modifications done to it. Rico finds the cockpit in no time, not waiting for an invitation before he takes his seat at the helm and begins arcing the power up, awaken the ship with an advanced thrum from within. Despite the bruises on his face, he seems to have kept his anger and nerve. "While it's probably true Skrivver intends to pay you a bit of pocket money, if you're planning on fucking him and just steal the ship let me know. I'd love to imagine his face if you go down that route."

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I couldn't find a Stardancer map. But you can safely know there are

* Cockpit
* Cargo bay
* Leisure area
* 4 small sleeping quarters
* Engine room
* Pressurized connecting pods for connecting to other ships
* Access corridors to each of these chambers

[User]
Miranda leaned forward and examined the control panel, running her fingers over the surface of the nearest console.

"It does have a certain elegance," she admitted, forming her finger and thumb into a child's imitation of a gun.

"We drop a plasma blast in the landing bay, Skrivver and his boys get all cripsy, the Hedge execute a pirate chief, the Blackcloaks are leaderless, piracy goes down and we get a ship... everybody wins."

[Assistant]
"That's not how that works, Sugarplum." Even chimed in, finding a seat in the cockpit and strapping in before the overzealous pilot could take off. "Any survivors or friends of the Blackcloaks hear about that stunt and want blood and will gather as much support as they can possibly muster. Even without a leader they've managed to procure a ship like this and will let us just fly off with it. Anyone else who hears about this won't trust you in the future, cutting off possible jobs, contacts, and resources. This is a hot ship. We're in a Hegemony base, abandoned or not. If any shrubs decide to look into the whole situation, they ain't comin' down on our side. And on top of all that, we don't get paid. If you pull a stunt like that right now, the ones you know for sure who aren't winning is us. For now we should be thinkin about springing Gaebril without getting our asses burnt."

Of course, after the job's settled and the checks are cleared, making off with a nice ship like this could be a very valuable asset, but one thing at a time. He needed the cred first. Betrayal could come later when this whole agreement had worn out all of its use. But right now? What would the point be of deciding to plant a sapling only to burn it the moment you finished digging the hole for it.

[User]
Miranda affected an exaggerated yawn.

"Sounds like a marketing problem easily handled. Personally, I'm not too worried about a group of pirates who don't have the balls to spring their own boss," she disagreed fixing her companion with a speculative look.

"But then perhaps the shortage is sector wide..."


[System]
* Age: 17 (small for her age)
* Gender: Female
* Personality: An upbeat and friendly girl who almost always has a pleasant smile on her face. She enjoys the company of others and is always seeking out new people to befriend, or, in her unique case, ways to make new friends. Having a strong affinity with animals, she has many pets residing in her home. She loves each of them dearly and if you mess with them, she will show a surprisingly scary side to her.
* Abilities:

	+ Magical Affinity: Animals or rather beasts.
	+ Six Talismans of the Beast: A set of ofuda Kanon created herself to channel the abilities of various beast spirits. Only one can be used on a person at a time.

		- Wolf: An ofuda that increases the senses of whoever it placed upon. Specifically, sight, smell, and hearing get significatly increased.
		- Elephant: The sheer weight, strength, and density of an object or person gets greatly increased. A person would be capable of busting through walls effortlessly with this magic. The downside is that it comes at the expense of the person's natural speed and reflexes.
		- Monkey: An ofuda that increases the acrobatic abilities of anyone who uses it. It is most effective when combined with some form of martial arts.
		- Hawk: It grants temporary flight by forming etheral wings on the back of the user. It also makes the user much faster as long as they're in flight.
		- Swordfish: The swordfish ofuda is an odd one that not only gives the user not only the ability to breath under water and very fast swimming ability, but also forms an etheral sword in the shape of swordfish's bill.
		- Horse: As one would imagine, this ofuda increases the speed and stamina of the user. It also gives them more power in their legs, making for very powerful kicks.
	+ Creation of Shikigami: Because of her affinity with beasts, she has an easier time of creating shikigami than most. Usually its paper dolls that take the form of animals, but she has a shikigami that she was able to give permanent form to. Her name is Shiroi Nunoe and she is a dog spirit that was able to manifest in a human-like body through Kanon's abilities. Despite her unorthodox creation, she is still considered an inugami and thus has the ability to use black magic. Specifically, her magic is to manipulate the five chinese elements. Because of her direct link to Kanon, she doesn't use her magic too often as it drains from her master.
* Skills: She knows some basic martial arts but nothing too fancy. She also quite good at cooking, cleaning, and caring for her various pets.
* Equipment: Paper Dolls
* Brief Backstory: Kanon was the only daughter of a Daoshi who came from a long line of onmyouji. Her mother had died during child labor, leaving her only with her father to raise her. He was a kind man, who treated his daughter well and taught her everything he knew. His constitution had greatly weakened after the death of his wife and though he tried to fight it, he grew increasingly more ill as time passed. It was when Kanon reached the age of thirteen that her father finally passed away in his sleep. Though this event greatly saddened the young teenager, she didn't let it depress her and instead poured herself in her studies. During this time, she began to unconsciously surround herself in animals. They provided great companionship for a lonely girl. This made an idea form in her head. What if she could make her own family through the creation of shikigami? And thus she began looking into creating a shikigami different from the ones she usually created from paper dolls. After two full years, her efforts came to fruition and she was able to give form to "sister" Shiroi.

[User]
Drasinian

"Hmmm, for a foreigner, she sure does speak Japanese exceptionally well. Not even a hint of an accent. . . how very curious, indeed." Drasinian spoke with a heavy-air of skepticism, not believing a word the girl had stated for a number of reasons. Behind that, however, was a playful sadism as he began to take steps to follow them. He's planned to kill the observer now and save the dove for later, but know was as good a time as any. Just follow them from a distance until it was time to strike. However, his plan was halted as a voice called to him from behind, causing him to turn around to address the speaker.

Well now, this is a nice surprise. Seems like even the Church has sent their stooges to paint this town red. Funny how an organization that deems magic evil also uses it themselves and is after the Origin. Then again, the Church has always been full of blatant hypocrisy since ut, beginnings, so it's really no surprise.

While some may have assumed the woman to just be your average cosplayer, decades of experience told the homunculus otherwise. From the way she spoke to her way of standing, this woman exuded the aura of a killer, you just had to know what to look for. The nun's question was met with a less than cordial smile, Deasinian letting his mask slip a little as he spoke so as to gauge her reaction.

"Perish the thought, I was only worried cause one of them's shaking like a leaf and the other is a very bad lier. Plus, you never know what can happen to young girls like these on a night like tonight. They might get caught in something they shouldn't have and end up on the front page news. I simply offered to walk them at least partway to their destination, so as to ease my conscious." His words seemed kind, but his tone was cold and subtly menancing. The smile that he gave the nun was one full of sin and dark intentions, as if he were saying, 'I'm going to do horrible things to these girls, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.' It was a somewhat subtle taunt, but whether she got it or not, this woman's actions would decide if the two girls would live through the night or meet a horrid fate at his hands.

What's it going to be, Enforcer, what's it going to be.

Daze

[Assistant]
Hiroko Muneyama - Takaki's Ramen Shop

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Ando-san," Hiroko nodded, as she looked about the restaurant. Maybe it was just her serious expression, but she seemed a bit concerned about something. Casually flicking her hair back, she turned to face Asami once more.

"...It seems like we'll be eating together, Ando-san," She didn't seem disappointed, at least, even if her expression refused to change. "It is... Unusually crowded today. I hope you don't mind." With that, she reached out for Asami's hand and lead her off to a quiet table in the corner, the corners of her mouth raising slightly in a subtle smile. Even though it was so busy, she'd managed to get her favourite seat.

"So what brings you to Rokuro City, Ando-san?" she asked, as she sat down at one end of the table. "Or have I just not ran into you before? I'm pretty sure everyone in the city has been to Takaki's at least once, and I admittedly have something of an addiction to their pork ramen."

[User]
Ando Asami, Closer to the Origin?

Asami didn't really have a moment to respond before Hiroko grabbed her hand and pulled her towards a quieter corner of the shop, settling down there. Well, that was certainly forward. And yet, insofar as Asami could tell, it seemed to fit the blonde-haired girl with the serious expression somehow. Even if it was undeniably something that she wasn't prepared for. She drew her hand away, possibly a little more quickly then intended, as she sat down on the other side of the table, across from Hiroko. As the other girl asked about what she was doing in the city, and explained a few things about the shop and her addiction to pork ramen... well, Asami couldn't help but notice something very specific about her. Was that what an addiction to pork ramen did to the female figure?

Pushing aside such a silly train of thought, Asami quickly focused on Hiroko's question.

"Well, I came here to visit some friends," she began. It wasn't anything she wasn't used to, lying in order to maintain the secrecy of magic. The veil that divided the mundane and the supernatural was one strongly enforced by Mage society. Each circle within the larger organization had their own methods of enforcement, and any given magi was expected to do their best not to make any sort of revelation to those who were unaware. "So far, it's been pretty nice. It seems like Rokuro has the best parts of a city and a small town together."

It was then that the shop-owner hurried over. "Ah, yes... oh, you're eating with Muneyama-san? ... Well, nevermind, er... are you ready to order?"

Asami gave her a smile and a nod. "Yes, I'll have the pork ramen. Thank you."

The shop owner dipped her head and hurried away.

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Shi, the Quiet Killer

Shi could only manage to weakly open and shut her mouth when a new girl suddenly appeared, claiming that she was her cousin from Poland. This left Shi incredibly confused, though she was far too nervous to do more then tremble slightly as the taller girl took her by her shoulders and attempted to guide her away. She was being touched by a stranger again, she was too close... It was obvious that the girl could feel Shi's slight shoulders shuddering against her hands. The white-haired girl's gaze was downcast as she stared towards the floor, shivering. Too many people... and... and she had to go, she had to...

The tiny girl was vaguely aware that someone, a huge girl(especially compared to Shi herself) in a nun's habit, had approached and questioned the man. Two out of the three people involved were now distracted from her... and the third did not seem like she was prepared for anything sudden... Shi took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself. There was one logical solution to her situation.

As quickly as she could, Shi attempted to pull away from the girl and break into a run.

[Assistant]
Staying in one place and watching people eat was not Osamu Akiyama's idea of fun. Granted, it wasn't supposed to be fun, it was work, but he was still 13, and thus easily bored. But, he wasn't going to shirk his duties, and that was not the only option.

The boy took out his smartphone and called:

"Ichijouji-sama, are you here?" Ken Ichijouji* was an old family friend of the Akiyamas and a member of the local Ministry of Silence. He was also the one Osamu, who was named after Ken's deceased older brother, reported to.

"Osamu-kun!" a surprisingly friendly voice for a Magi spoke, "glad to finally hear from you. Business, or boredom?"

"Both; I found Asami Ando, eating ramen in a mundane-held business, a local one that is frequently...frequented by residents. There's only a 10% probability of a fight starting there, but, well..."

"I understand," said Ken. "Takaki's, right? Your father told me a lot about it, and yes, for a fight to break out there would be mildly catastrophic - no offense. I'll send two watchers immidiately. In the meantime, shift positions as you will." The tone of trust was evident.

"Thank you, Icijouji-sama!" Osamu said a little loudly, before going down to the building below, and rushing out to find another high spot in order to watch things more closely. Thankfully, the publishing company also had a set of bicycles at the bottom, most belonging to the employees, but a few just left there for members of the Akiyama family to use.

And so Osamu drove off, to find another building...

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Said other building was an apartment complex, and a generic-looking one at that. Osamu also realized that he made a newbie mistake; how was he going to get on top of the building? Well, when there's a will, there is a way, and that way was the fire escape.

Getting down from his bike, Osamu clambered up the fire escape, glad for his streneous training. The railing was slick with grease, and the boy had to use his handkerchief to protect his fingers from some bird poop. Nevertheless, he was finally on top...only to find said top dusty, dirty, and filled with more bird poop.

Oh, fuck this, thought the boy as, not caring anymore, he began shooting arrows of light to vaporize the dung and the dust, clearing a space for him to finally sit down and begin his observations. Problem was, he was in the same apartment complex that Daichi Arata was living in, meaning that the homonculus would have seen him either clamber up the fire escape or clear the rooftop of debris.

And, for one last icing on this cake of minor shit, Osamu was hungry, and didn't bring any food, causing his stomach to rumble.

"Aww bleeping hell!" he shouted.

*Yes, I went there.

[User]
Wakahisa Residence
"Kanon-nee, are you done yet?"

The young home owner turned her head to see her shikigami crouched down on the other side of the counter, giving her the most pleading of puppy dog eyes. Kanon smiled in mild amusement. This wasn't the first time the puppy girl started to beg when she felt it was taking too long for food to be prepared. She supposed Shiroi was having a hard time breaking the habits she had as a dog. Not that the onmyouji minded. Honestly, it was pretty endearing!

"Give it five more minutes," Kanon replied, placing her attention back on the yakisoba she was preparing for the both of them.

The puppy whined softly, but didn't make any further protest. From the sound of shuffling feet, she supposed Shiroi had slunk back to her spot at the table.

Suddenly, the door bell rang, startling both occupants of the house. Odd, she normally didn't get any visitors this late in the afternoon.

"Oh, oh! I'll get it!" The shikigami jumped up from the floor and was about to bolt for the door. Oh no, that was definitely a bad idea, especially since the girl had forgotten to hide her ears.

"Wait!" Kanon yelled after her, quickly turning off everything. Thankfully, Shiroi stopped in her tracks, looking curiously at her master, "I'll get the door, just sit here... and, uh, maybe do something about your ears and tail."

Kanon then proceeded to walk out of the dining area and headed for her entrance. Who could it be? Well, there's only one way to find out!

Opening her door without hesitation, she gave the visitor a cheery greeting, "Hello~!" She wasn't sure what she had expected to find on the other side of the door, but taking in the full sight of the woman had left her pretty surprised. What could a foreigner want with her? "Is there anything I can help you with?"


[System]
Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Relations

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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[User]
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Vertigo

Location: Sisterhood Base
Skills: N/A

Elara was tense as she felt Psylocke move to stand nearby. Her eyes moved to the purple blade of energy that formed in the woman's hand. As she spoke to the strange man in green, Elara moved her eyes back to him. He didn't belong here, so what was he doing here? Her calm expression turned into a look of suspicion, and she curled her hands into fists. She was prepared for an offensive attack, if he chose to act that way.

Instead, he gave Psylocke an expression of pure anger. Her eyebrows furrowed. If you are Elizabeth Braddock? Her eyes glanced at the woman next to her to see how Psylocke reacted to that statement. Then her eyes moved back to the man.

"If you aren't going to tell us who you are, then I suggest you tell us who you are here to avenge." She stated, feeling as if she needed to get some of the attention off of her partner. "How did you know that you would find the person you're looking for here?"

[Assistant]
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Location: Machine Room w/ Casey and Rogue Team.
Skills: N/A

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It felt like it took only a long blink before the speedster seemed to disarm Casey of her handguns. Mentally scorning herself for not reading up more on her team mates to know whether or not Casey was not defenseless or not. Either way, current standings were even worse for the two of them. She sighed quietly to herself, feeling like they were more like hostages than security.

Jo stood out and relaxed herself out of her defensive stance. With a quick wave her her hands the floating disks of magic light dissipated into twinkling lights they slowly evaporated into nothing. They no longer offered her any comfort as they're situation seemed worse for ware.

"Alright. Yes, we weren't informed on any of this pertinent information. So why not enlighten us? Tell us why you're here? Certainly there's a reason." Jo questioned casually, trying to keep the situation on a level of casual and non-confrontational.

[User]
Location: Machine Room
Skills: N/A

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Bella still had her weapons drawn as people spoke. She would have liked for this to be over and done with, what may be of these interlopers mattered little to her, but she got the sense there was more at work here. As Watts sped and disarmed one of the woman, Bella still had her sword trained up, but she no longer had it to the woman's neck.

"We had a fight mere moments ago also, but we do not have to explain ourselves to you." She glanced at Evelyn, who felt the need to start talking about why they were here. For all anyone knew, they were loyal to Gardener and no amount of speaking about it would change their loyalty. Trust was too easily given, she felt.

"The others may wish to tell you why, but I will not. I'll allow them to say, but if they deem necessary I will force you out with force, if necessary. So, what's it going to be?" She spoke to Sapphire mainly, and perhaps Watts, if either wanted to let the two strangers in as to why they were here.


[System]
15 | Male | 5'10, 1.78m | 234lbs, 106kg
The Song Central Empire | Egoism | Aquatic Adaptation
His Story
One of the youngest members of the Ministry, Shou comes from a family of sailors that have served the nation in naval matters for many generations. The high rate of Polymaths among the Zheng family is attributed to descending from a great Sea Serpent in ancient times. Though not all members have served in the Ministry, it's almost certain that they'll find their calling braving the waves of the sea.

Despite hailing from one of the older and well established families, Shou's upbringing was never suffocating for him. With generation after generation of successful Polymaths, a sense of personal freedom had become ingrained in the family. Egoism was all about expression of one's self, and trying to force one of their own to reject that and conform? That was something their Esteemed Elder would not stand. However with this freedom came the expectation that they would excel at whatever path they chose though. To that end, they spend time with many tutors from a young age so they may learn of the world and discover what might interest them to devote their studies to.

Like many of his family, the sea has called to Shou from a young age and fueled a strong sense of wanderlust. While it's likely he could have found success anywhere given how easily he took to the numerous lessons, he found himself constantly drawn to leave instead. The sparkling waters in the port of his home were far too clear, and he wished to see what laid beyond the horizons and in the murky depths below. The history of such things did not initially interest Shou, but that would change with the event that garnered the Ministry's attention.

Nowadays there are few things that can cause entire merchant fleets to sink. The spread and adoption of Technologist materials have led to sturdier ships that can withstand all but the worst of storms. Diplomatic ties among the Orient nations have reduced conflicts on the sea to a fraction of historic highs. The waters patrolled by the various navies typically ensure that whatever inhabits the lightless depths stay out of the way. Typically.

While not the lone survivor of the disaster, Shou is one of the few that has deemed capable of returning to civilization. Given the actions of other survivors upon being rescued by nearby Korean ships, it's perhaps unsurprising that he is under watch by the Ministry. Seeing how he's somehow been allowed to travel far from the nation's borders and attend Bermuda? Clearly the Ministry is not of a single intent towards Shou, and he is more than willing to test the limit of the strings placed upon him.
His Formulizations
Shou's tattoos are made up of seemingly unrelated symbols that are connected only through proximity and currently adorn only his back. Any flow to the collection is far from apparent and most likely something of the viewer's own perception as Shou admits it is mostly done from his gut instinct. Likewise, he does not have a particular method of developing the symbols. Some come to him in dreams while others gradually develop from his observations of the world around him. The dance between a school of fish and a pack of hunters etching itself into his mind for example.

The results of his Egoism are also quite clear to see. While he hasn't strayed from his humanoid figure yet, Shou has developed several notable bestial features that clearly mark his branch of Formulization.
* Tail: Prehensile and incredibly powerful, this appendage both assists Shou in swimming through the water and functions as a natural weapon. The bony fins at the very end are quite tough and can serve as spikes, allowing the limb to both bludgeon or pierce if necessary.
* Finned Ears: Even the ability to see in the dark is not enough at the depths Shou can dive to. In order to make up for that, he has developed the ability to use echolocation in place of vision. The extensions help to capture the returning sound waves. While he lacks lacks the ability to use echolocation out of water, the shift in vocal cords required for echolocation do allow something of a deafening shout if needed.
* Ocean Born: The most obvious feature here would be the slits on the front of Shou's neck that serve as gills when he's underwater and the webbed hands and feet that increase water mobility. Some of the other properties include being resistant to pressure and temperature changes, and an increased lung capacity that was leftover from before his gills manifested.
* Superhuman Physique: The nature of his changes alongside the training Shou has undergone has put him squarely beyond what a regular human could hope to accomplish. While much of this is simply supernatural, his body itself is also denser, tougher, and stronger.

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Organization: Ministry of Maritime Affairs
The 13th Sea

[User]
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Shou Zheng

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Shou had only just dropped his plate off with one of the servers when a sudden shout caught his attention. While not particularly defeaning with the size of the hall, there was a stark difference between the din of casual conversation and a cry of command. The size of the hall would have made finding the cause a bit difficult though if not for the unfurling of a German golem. He watched it form and ready itself with interest through narrowed eyes, and put the thought of food out of his mind for the moment.

Instead of trying to slip his way through the students that were drawn to the commotion, Shou took advantage of the opera boxes that lined the second floor. A casual jump gave him enough height to reach the railings that lined each private area, but he did wince a bit as the metal bent underneath his grip. They probably would have crumpled under the impact if he tried to land on them. He turned his attention out towards the rest of the hall quickly though and squinted at the two figures next to the golem. Well, he could only see one of them given the floating construct's bulk, but his posture made it quite clear that there was another held in his arms. The attire narrowed down the possibilities, but without getting a look at the man's face it was hard for him to say who it was. The person being held was quite obviously the Konigsmahne's heir though. Her Schwarzritter could hardly be mistaken for anything else.

"Pfft." He couldn't help it, and it's not like there was anyone else up here to hear Shou snort as he realized what had happened. From his perspective he could see the chandelier above with its missing bulb, and the red struck a nice contrast with the student's white clothes. Inti's little demonstration seemed to have done more than just flashbang a poor Egoist, but it was a bit odd. The bulbs weren't particular massive nor made of thick glass. Was he just unlucky or had the injury been planned to garner some sympathy?

Hard to say with just a look from afar, and it seemed like the pair were quick to escape from prying eyes. A few moments later and the mess had already been cleaned up by some of the staff. From is vantage point, Shou took the opportunity to scout out the hall a bit further. The change in music seemed to have brought some students out to the dance floor, and it seemed that Inti was among them. No need to return to their table then. With that in mind, he took a moment to stretch his legs as he hopped from one empty box to another. When the next was finally occupied, he descended just as swiftly as he had taken to the second floor. His tail smacked against the floor as a brace after he hopped the railing again, and he smooth his clothes out as he stood.

"Ah, hopefully that didn't startle you," he remarked to the blonde he found himself in front of as he bowed briefly. If she had been in any danger of being bowled over by him, Shou would have seen her beforehand he hopped down.

[Assistant]
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Jeanne looked a bit distracted before Shou came, her eyes staring at the sudden commotion by... one of the Germans it seemed. An iron golem, capable of tearing through everyone in this very room in just a blink of an eye. And yet not a single one of these cretins seemed alarmed by the show. Discreetly she started pulling out more buttons from her pockets, putting on on her hand where it disappeared up her sleeve.

"Ah, hopefully that didn't startle you."

For a moment, just for an instant, her hand full of buttons seemed to click, as a single burning blue light flickered within, turning its blue core straight at Shou, a burning pinprick that seemed to focus on him. The next instant however, it seemed as if that never happened, and as she raised that hand again, it was empty.

"Non. But please make jumping in front of people less of a habit." Jeanne glanced towards the iron golem again, to find it has disappeared. "There are those with far less inhibition than me, Monsieur..."

She paused, waiting for Shou to give his name.

[User]
Just Chatting? Jeanne du Bordeaux and Shou Zheng

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With his head briefly bowed, Shou missed the brief flicker of light that bled through Jeanne's fist. By the time he straightened his posture and met her blue eyes, there was nothing seemingly out of place. "Zheng," he introduced himself with a grin. "Shou is fine too if you wish to drop the Monsieur." He tilted his head as he considered her warning for a moment before his lips curled into more of a smirk. "Well, it would make things a bit more exciting. Haven't even found a Technologist willing to put their works to a test yet," he griped with a shake of his head, "granted the Titania wasn't the best site for tests of that sort."

Before he continued though, Shou offered out a hand for Jeanna to shake and a chance to intoduce herself in turn.

"Jeanne" She gave his hand a brisk shake. "Jeanne du Bordeaux. From your... interesting, appearance, you are an Egoist, no? Careful what you ask for, Monsieur Zheng. Not all have forgotten the war."

"You'd think so, but drugs have proved that the body is quite malleable," Shou replied after a measured handshake. "But yes, I am an Egoist like many of my family. I'm sure someone back home would have a fit at the possibility of Technologism replicating our advancements."

A glance over his shoulder followed Jeanne's own from moments ago, and he exhaled sharply. "Hard to imagine they have when the Konig's heir has her floating death machine with her. That's not even going into the other militaristic Polymaths among our peers. Though I'm not sure if you would be among them. The stories I've heard about your exploits all seem rather destructive enough to count."

Jeanne simply waved those comments away. "Bah, those were but experiments upon which to test out my machines. The machine matters not when it comes to killing, for it is the Man that commits it. The Germans would have you believe the heartless machines would win wars, and parade around ridiculous overengineered machines such as those she brings."There was no question of who she was refering to.

"But..." She took a closer look at Shou. "I have heard it took a hundred times what a normal man can take, to kill an Egoist. I cannot deny it would be amusing to see how well you fare against my machines. Tell me, Monsieur Zheng, have you experienced well the knowledge of Technologists while travelling? I've assumed with your form, you have much experience under your belt, even with your age."

He supposed the rumors he had heard about her all had carried a sort of derisive tone to them. "Such blunt honesty is refreshing," Shou remarked before he clicked his tongue. "I suppose that might be why she sought out the budding Mesmerologist then. True automation seems unlikely without unlocking the secrets of the mind, and I'm sure the Germans can't wait until they no longer have to dirty their hands with such barbarism."

"In my case, I believe it would be dozens," he answered with a confident nod before he took a few moments to consider her question. "Not as much as I would like if we're being honest. With my family's reputation, most law abiding citizens are somewhat reserved when it comes to indulging my desires to test myself. Pirates on the other hand? Well, they don't mind breaking out the lightning guns and power loaders at all!"

"Ah... Such experience you have then." Jeanne could barely hold back a smug smirk, trying to suppress it into a small smile but only managing an odd sort of condenscending exression halfway between a grin and a smirk. "I suppose the majority of Technologists are unenlightened brutes such as them. The light of understanding seems to evade quite a lot of people after all. Those pirates you speak of seems no more than unwashed louts barely able to string together a light."

Shou on the other hand had no such compulsion and snorted with amusement at Jeanne's expression. "Most of them weren't even Polymaths, just lucky brutes that managed to get some better equipment than their peers. They did put up a bit more of a fight at the least." He rubbed the side of his gut briefly afterwards before he raised an eyebrow.

"And what would you be then, Madame? Are you truly enlightened, or seeking the fuel to grow your spark brighter?" It wasn't the first time he had heard something along the lines of what Jeanne espoused. Usually people didn't like hearing that sort of thing either, and the resulting conflict was at least interesting, if not even fun~

Jeanne's smirk grew wider at that. "Who knows? Perhaps I shall be the one to bring the dawn upon the world and have come here to do so. Perhaps I shall do nothing, and remain perfectly content living shrouded in obscurity. Enlightened or a glory hound? Which one do you think I am?"

"If you wanted obscurity, you've chosen a very interesting spot to try and achieve that. I'd hate to find out that there was no substance to what you've said as well, so why not both? A bit of fame is warranted for the torchbearer after all."

"Reality is often disappointing." Fishing in her pocket, Jeanne pulled out a round button, a domed circle with a flat bottom. It looked like bronze, with a beautiful relief of the morning star upon it, but it would be clear it was made of something similar to porcelain once one held it. She tossed it to Shou. "Here. Find me again after this if you still wish to test yourself against a true Technologist."

"All the more reason to try and make things interesting." He caught the small object between his fingers and held it up to examine for a moment. His thumb rubbed against the design embedded onto it before he nodded in response. "Sounds like a plan then. I'll be in touch." With another brief bow, he finally turned away from Jeanne and headed back into the throng of students.


[System]
Appearance:

Gem: Sodalite

Gem Location: back of left hand

Emotional Strength:h Honesty/truth
Emotional Weakness: disregard

Weapon: Shovel/gauntlets

Power: omilingualism/Vast Multilingualism - knows a wide variety of languages, and can translate and read them almost fluently. Reasonable Larkin for error for when she thinks, speaks, and writes in all different languages, making her a giant mess of different languages.

Other: Her desire for the truth often leaves her indifferent towards things like safety and even whether or not if some things should be left uncovered.
-Is a media nut
-Overlord of useless information
-MASSIVE hoarder

[User]
Alexzander MicMan

Mohs Town, the epitome of the saying, "in the middle of nowhere". Staying true to its name, it was a treasure trove for mining companies. Mohs Town's lake floors were littered this hundreds of Gems, so it was not surprising to see huge hydraulic pumps and giant buckets working on the lake. This made it hard for anyone to have a nice day at the lake, luckily they had 3. The town had three inland lakes in or at the edge of the town, which were Lake Obsidian, Lake Sapphire and Ruby Lake. Each is less than a mile from the other.

Alex sat on a bench over looking Ruby Lake, the only open one at the moment. Some companies were busy sullying the purity of the lakes that the city basically lived of of. The board walk was nothing compared to that of the oceans. It was small, the wooden pathway extended over the river back, and completing the T-shape was a dock. Alex sat were the dock and the boardwalk met. The bench was a simple wooden one, and was meant to seat 2. Despite that, Alex hogged up the whole thing, laying his body across its wooden planks. It's was 6am, which meant that the sun was just peaking over the horizon, making it the perfect place to sit to watch the sunrise.

Alex had about 5 hours to kill before Capoeira Practice, what better way to waste his time than to watch the sun rise. He brought his wrist up to his face to check the time. "6:04." Alex mumbled despondently. It was going to be a long summer.

[Assistant]
Within a tiny cavern rested an even tinier gem, her scrawny frame huddled against a wall, elongated hands held over pointed ears. What was once a shocked expression was now replaced by one of irritation, her left eye twitching slightly and her scowl seeming to deepen by the moment. Man, things weren't usually this loud. First there was that rumbling, then that ungodly loud voice, and now that monstrous...sound which just seemed to echo from everywhere...

A gentle huff escaped her lips as curiosity got the better of her Evenkite, with some reluctance, peeked her head out from her haven, pressing her tip of her toes against the ground, as if she were testing out water. Seemingly satisfied, she set out to look for the sources of the noise, her own steps inaudible, though whether that was due to the other noises drowning it out or her tip-toeing was up to anyone's guess.

One of her searches didn't last too long. Not because of any skill or effort on her part, but simply because the source of voice wasn't exactly easy to miss. A bulky, enormous, orange figure -at least three times bigger than herself- stood with his back against her, seemingly having discovered the magical skill of using an indoor voice. With such a height and build, he could probably crush her in an instant.

Before decided whether or not to find the source of the other noise, approach this figure, or simply leave, the wind decided to make the decision for her. A gust which to most would be a mild inconvenience to most took her off guard and send her tumbling with a yelp, colliding against the left leg of the orange man.

[User] The giant of a Gem had just managed to pull his attention away from examining his own body to notice the deep growl that was echoing through the valley. "Just my luck, I wake up to find myself in a hole in the ground and a monster waiting to eat me. This is just grand." He complained to himself as he scanned over the barren environment around him, finding little more than a few old discarded weapons among random rubble and rocks. With a slight grunt the amber skinned fellow was about to set off to explore more of the area, but before he could he felt a slight thud on the back of his leg. Turning his amber eyes to see what was it that hit him, the orange toned Gem found himself staring at... well he didn't know what that was. "Uh... Ello?" He said as he peered down at the small yellow skinned creature, having to crane his neck in quite an awkward angle just to get a good look at his leg's apparent assailant.

[Assistant] The loud snoring suddenly ceased, leaving only a few seconds of faint echoing to be heard. Emerald got up off the floor, dusting himself off quickly before wondering what that loud voice was that had woke him up. "What was that?" Emerald sleepily walked towards the loud voice, a smaller but just as bright beam coming from his half-opened eyes following the edge of the cave...until it was focusing right on the orange man. "Um................hello?"

[User]
Sodalite paused her activities. Several noises made their way to her ears, and told her that she was in fact not alone in the canyon. While she was glad that she wasn't the only one there, she did not know who was there with her. The first sound was someone speaking. They didn't seem to know where they were either, which disappointed her somewhat. The second noise was some sort of grumbling beast, a noise which she could not place to anything due to her absence of knowledge.

She quickly scrambled for weapons in her 'favorites' pile, wielding as many weapons as she could hold in order to be prepared for anything. She followed the noises quietly as she could with so many items, making sure not to make any sounds herself.

When she was close enough, she saw three beings in the same area a green skinned one, a large orange skinned one, and a much smaller one with yellow skin. She had no idea what they were doing there, and readied herself for a fight, but failing miserable due to not knowing how to wield the weapons in her possession.

[Assistant]
Evenkite groaned as she lifted herself up, using Amber's leg for support and rubbing her forehead, where the impact had been. On the bright side, at least the other noise seemed to have stopped, so now at least she didn't need to add a headache as another source of paint in her head.

"Excuse me," she mumbled in a slightly dazed state, apparently not having heard the ''ello'. With her head held low, she let go of the leg and took a few steps back.

A few awkward moments passed where Evenkite said nothing and did nothing, her body completely still and her gaze fixed to the floor. She remained like so until finally, she blinked. And with that blink, her demeanour had changed completely. With alarming speed, her head shot up, attempting (and mostly failing) to make eye contact with the larger being. The scowl from before had returning to her face, and with it her annoynace.

Evenkite took a step forward in what might have been an intimating manner, if it weren't for the fact that she measured up to the other's knee. "Wait, no, excuse you! Yelling your head off like that...Why, I never. You think you're the only one here, don't you, huh? Self-centered much?" Evenkite crossed her arms across her chest and stuck her hooked nose into the air, turning away from the other gem. Narrowing her eyes, she, her head still turned, gave a sideways glance. Or rather, a glare.

"Well, I think you best apologize, Loudmouth."

Before she waiting for her reply, she turned to Emerald -what was with all the new gems all of a sudden?- and though she probably didn't mean for it to sound hostile, she let out a quick "What do you want?" which sounded more like a snarl than a question. She didn't seem to see Sodalite, and if she did, she took no notice.

[User] In a hole about a story off the ground a dull grey light shone as Howlite's body formed. It formed slowly, forming first her legs, then arms, and finally her head. When the light died down Howlite's hand reached out of the hole and dragged her to the edge of the cliff where she looked dowN and jumped back. "Where am I, what is this place?" She asked herself and covered her mouth a bit surprised at her new voice "and how do I get down to the floor?". Howlite stood up in her hole and peeked over the edge preparing herself to slide down the wall when she saw the fog roll in "just do it, just do it" she said and jumped aiming for a area where there was no fog. She landed with a big thump and a flurry of dust, when the dust settled Howlite could finally get a good look at the area she woke up in. "Battleground" was the only work that came to Howlite's mind as she scanned the area. She was just about to call out until she heard noises emanating from somewhere deeper in the canyon. Smiling Howlite began making her way towards the sounds pausing along the way to look at the strange machines.

[Assistant]
White Spinel watched the action from the pile of rubble she had situated herself in. Since she had awoken, a large, loud being had gotten her attention by yelling about things she couldn't believes anyone would ever care about. A loud rumbling sound had revealed itself as another being, yet another being had made themselves known by colliding with the big one, and still another appeared as if they were getting ready to start a fight.

This wouldn't do. These individuals had ruined the silence that Spinel had been sincerely enjoying, and their bright, distinct colors were ruining the dull, dead landscape. What should I do? Spinel wondered to herself. Shoot them? Could she do that? For some reason, she was sure that she could. She decided against that course of action. Firing at them would probably cause even more noise, and something about the idea of harming other living beings made her feel... bad. She had no precise word for the feeling, but it was certainly bad. Should she simply approach them and ask them to stop? No, that could lead to her being asked tedious questions. Try to frighten them? A smirk drew across Spinel's face. Frighten them.

The little ghost gem instinctively turned invisible and she began running towards the strangers, but she reduced her speed to a slow walk as she started to get close. A mouse's footsteps would hardly have been quieter. She snuck up on the gems until she was close enough that she was sure her voice would startle them. "Leave this place at once!" she attempted to shout, but it came out as more of a squeak.

[User] Zircon had been dozing off on that rock she was sitting before her ears picked up the noises that was going about, for her ears were not entirely focused on them. How long has that been going on? Zircon wiped her face before sliding off the rock where she winds up into a crouching position. She puts her hands on the ground again and then wipes the dirt off her hands awkwardly once again. Zircon looks towards the direction of where she thinks the commotion is coming from. She wasn't sure if she should go towards it or not, but she winds up walking towards it anyway. She walked slowly, still unsure if she should even be approaching. As she reached the source of the noise, there she found a green-skinned person, a large orange one, and then a tiny yellow one. Zircon was kinda just...standing there, out in the open. She was around...eight feet away? Nine feet? Somewhere around there, that was her distance from them. She watched with a slightly tilted head. What's even going on?

[Assistant] Amber had to admit, he was at a lost for words. First this small little yellow imp head-butted his leg and now it was mad at him? He couldn't help but laugh, he nearly doubled over as he held his sides. "This is bloody priceless." He said as he stood straight again, wiping away a tear of laugher. He looked back down at the small yellow, girl maybe, before he continued. "Actually lass I did think I was alone, well alone by that I was the only thing around here that you know wasn't a rock or growling monster." He said with a chuckle. "Though since you were already so nice as to try and tackle my leg could you do me the kindness of telling me where here is? I don't seem to have the foggiest idea." He said as he scratched his head. The amber colored lad's attention was soon drawn to a bright light that was being shone at him. The light was connected to yet another person, this time a green fellow who seemed a bit nicer than the yellow little girl. "Oi mate can you kill the lights? They are kind of blinding me." He said, using one of his massive hands to shield his eyes. Though the lights were distracting Amber immediately became worried about the girl standing a little bit away from himself armed with weapons. "Uh did I miss something or is that lass just carrying a whole armory for no reason?" He asked though before anyone could answer a disembodied voice spoke up, telling them to all leave. "Yep this place is crazy..." He mumbled as he looked around for the source of the voice. "Well I would be glad to leave whoever you are, but I have no bloody idea where here is to leave it!"

[User] Emerald stared at the orange guy for a few seconds after he stopped talking to him. "Oh, right. Sure." The beams died down a bit, but were still about a third as bright. He then turned back to Amber, being careful not to look at his eyes. "This is....I'm not sure. But I am pretty sure that we all were.....created here? Pardon my choice of words, I'm not really sure." It seemed to him that all of them, and him, and thousands more, had just....popped out of holes.

[Assistant]
She was silent. Sodalite said nothing to any of the other beings around her as she shuffled about, making all of the weapons in her arms clank and ring. She didn't know how to use them, but she knew that she could make them make her be annoying in the eyes of the others. Maybe enough to make them walk away or stop whatever fight that could be starting. It was a rather odd sight, seeing the blue skinned being prance about and try to make as much noise with her weapons as possible.

She started to move backwards, hoping to avoid whatever may be coming next. The disembodied voice startled her, causing her to jump for a second time in her first moments of consciousness. Still she said nothing, and kept her eyes on the largest figure. The orange one was loud and brash, and did not seem to fear the voice. Of course, she would find out soon enough if it was actually true, or a ruse to keep people from seeing another side.


[System]
Race: Moroi
Element: Spirit
Age: 21
Guardian: Unknown
Abilities:
Seeing auras (which he can't help), brushing people's minds with his own also accidentally (which enables him to hear their thoughts), compulsion (which he also doesn't use on purpose but even when he's not using it people tend to be drawn to him), and healing others (which he almost NEVER EVER does because of the heavy toll it takes on him).
Description:

Personality:
Sarcastic, stubborn, and a trouble maker known for pushing the rules. Sebastian believes Moroi should learn to protect themselves instead of having to rely on others, disliking the idea of someone else putting their life of the line to protect his. He at first refused a Guardian until his parents forced it upon him... like so much else. Sebastian suffers from the moodiness and depression commonly found in most Spirit Users and tends to drown it out by getting into trouble... drinking, smoking, flirting. He refuses to get close to anyone either, pushing anyone who manages to start breaking down his walls away... usually with cruel words or actions... thoroughly burning the bridge between himself and nearly everyone else. He is fun loving and a bit of a wild child and though he has a great many friends, none of them know him very well aside from one or two very close ones who refuse to let him push them out of his life.
History:
Sebastian has always been a bit of a disappointment to his parents. He has always been a rule breaker and has a severe dislike for courtly duties and politics, tending to do anything he can to stay away from such things. His other siblings are the golden kids, doing exactly what's expected of them but as the eldest of his line he is the Prince and so his parents tend to try to push him into things... Because of his parent's constant disapproval, even when he tries to get things right, and their constant comparison to his deceased elder brother Sebastian tends to go out of his way to irritate and embarrass his parents... giving them a real reason to be disappointed. His inability to declare a magic, which exposed him as a Spirit User, is among his latest failures which his father gives him hell about constantly... as if he could have chosen otherwise. Sebastian doesn't talk about it but Spirit scares him, he can tell when the spells of madness hit even when he just slips a little... saying strange things or feeling the paranoia or the irrational agitation... This is also another big reason he won't let anyone get too close, he's afraid he might hurt someone.
In his senior year Sebastian met Serena and was paired up with her as her Ward. Serena's kind heart and patience won Seb over and he has been with her ever since despite his parent's disapproval. Now, Sebastian is working as a teacher for the Spirit wielding Moroi students at the Academy, at Serena's urging. He has been happier than he has been in years with his new job and his Shadow-Kissed Guardian at his side. However, like any Moroi royal, Sebastian has duties... ones his parents are pushing hard to see him fulfill... A fling with a Guardian is one thing, but a Moroi is supposed to wed another Moroi and with Seb being pushed to become Prince of his line, everything has become more complicated.

[User]
Sebastian smiled at her softly, he knew she was worried and so was he but he was going to keep his parents in line about this. If they thought he'd rebelled in the past they'd seen NOTHING yet because he would do anything he had to do to keep Serena in his life, and that included walking away from being heir. Kenzie would make a good princess and he'd never wanted the title to begin with but he'd thought that finally caving in to the whole 'prince' thing and giving Serena the credit would maybe ease them off his relationship... No such luck.

He kept a tight hold on his worries, for her, and instead focused on his determination and his love for her... She needed that right now, not his fears and he knew she could feel what he felt. It was fair, he supposed, since he could SEE her emotions. "It will be fine, I'm going to make it fine... and Kenzie adores you." He smiled again at her mention of the queen, "Unfortunately, it would be inappropriate for her to get involved in family affairs such as these. She can voice how much she likes you, how much she approves of you being my Guardian, how she is looking forward to seeing the baby... but she can't publicly back us... Not with things still so shaky with the new laws and the trouble she's having with the more... old fashioned Moroi royalty." He'd usually kept all the politics to himself but he didn't want Serena getting her hopes up only to see them come crashing down when the queen didn't publicly acknowledge their relationship beyond the professional one.

"Still, we'll have her silently cheering us on... and that's more support than most have. We also have Anna and Gunner, and you have me. I won't let anyone get between us Serena. Besides... The whole point of the trip is to get the title thing over and done with and the Queen is the one doing that so... Maybe we have more support from her than we think." He flipped his hand at the words 'title thing' dismissing the whole ceremony. "I wish I could just sign some papers and have it done with..."

~*~

Anna was driving, as much as she trusted Gunner with her life on the field she didn't trust him at all behind the wheel. It wasn't that he was a bad driver just... hyper vigilant? He drove like an old person and it drove her crazy... It made him happier to be able to keep look out instead of having to watch other cars and it made her happy not to want to shove him into the back seat and take over. She could hear Seb and Serena talking quietly in the back seat and smiled somewhat. She was happy for them, happy that Seb was being made the official prince, and happy that they were happy. Still, she understood Serena and Seb's worry about Seb's parents... they were prudes.

She pulled into the gate of the courtyard and two Guardians started towards the car to greet them but Anna was having none of it. She wasn't letting any Guardian she didn't know near Serena, especially since Seb's father was here. She hopped out after putting it in park, car still running, and opened Serena's door and helped her out... pointedly keeping her body between the pregnant Dhampir and the other Guardians. Eyebrows were raised but nothing was said except a polite greeting.

"Welcome Mr. Lazar, Guardian Abatangelo. We were sent by the Queen to escort you inside, show you to your rooms. Anna relaxed a little, the Queen would never send anyone she knew was openly against Dhampir/Moroi relations."

The Guardians looked her over, noticed Gunner and nodded in greeting to them as well. "Guardian Ross, Guardian Marks... Welcome. We were told you'd be acting as Guardians to Mr. Lazar in Guardian Abatangelo's sted... We took measures to make sure your rooms were all connected."

Anna finally smiled somewhat, some of her fears put at ease. She'd been worried Seb's parents would try and pull something with putting Serena in a separate room or by having Anna and Gunner placed with the other courtly Guards. She supposed that maybe she'd been a little overly worried but it was her job to worry...

"You can show us the way," Anna nodded.

[Assistant]
Serena sighed a little as Sebastian told her that the Queen couldn't openly support their relationship, "I know... but even her quiet support much shut your parents up."

She sat up a little when they came to a stop, she hadn't even realized that had arrived. She watched Anna as she jumped out of the car and practically ran to beat the guardians that had come to meet them to Serena's door. She laughed a little and allowed the girl to help her out, squeezing her hand a little, silently thanking her. Standing, Serena's shirt hid most of her stomach, making her appear as though she weren't with a child. Although, that was also partially due to her breasts that had grown in size... Even then Serena could still feel her belly brushing against the loose fabric. She sighed and smiled, taking Sebastian's hand in her own for a moment. She needed to be on her best behaviour for him. She wanted to try her best to not get moody, knowing it would only make things harder on him. Especially if in being moody she got cranky with him. She released his hand, knowing that walking anywhere holding hands would be looked upon strangely and she didn't need anyone looking at them all strangely in this moment.

When Anna told the guardians to lead them to their rooms she laughed a little. She looked at Sebastian, "I fear that Anna is going to give someone frostbite with her cold tone."
~
Gunner's eyes had been flinting all over the road from the moment that they had left the school. Sebastian had told him that he could stay behind, due to the reasoning that he was that, but Gunner wasn't letting his friends go alone. He had gotten guardians he barely knew killed because of his mother... He wasn't going to let his friends join the ever growing list.

He let out a small sigh when they arrived on the other side of the wards and court and hopped out. He let Anna run around to Anna and to an intimidating stance, hoping to prevent any ideas that Sebastian's parents might have stuck into guardians' heads. Luckily, these guys seemed to have been sent by the Queen herself, which made him relax a little. However, only slightly, whether or not they were sent by the Queen some guardians could be bought off.

He kept quiet as Anna informed them to take them all to their conveniently attached rooms and took up the rear, allowing the other guardians to take their luggage. When they arrived he looked everything over in the room before nodding his head, "Doesn't look like anyone's been in here since it was cleaned."

Serena immediately walked over to the couch and sat down as their luggage was being brought in. She pulled off her shoes and sighed. They were nice shoes but they were incredibly uncomfortable and Serena intended to only have them on her feet when necessary. She stood again and looked around the room, "It's like we have a little apartment together."

[User]
Anna stuck her tongue out at Serena as soon as the Guardian's turned away, proving that she wasn't all ice, but she had to give off the impression she meant business for the same reason that Gunner was a robot around Guardians he didn't know... Guardians were loyal to the families they served and at court... Well, politics was a blood sport... Everyone secretly poking each other with stick pins under the table and smiling in each other's faces as they do it. Plus, there were royal Moroi men used to getting what they wanted and though not all of them were the same many of them assumed that female Dhampirs were open for... business. Anna, most certainly, was not. She just... didn't like court and so her guards were up.

When they reached the room she smiled as Gunner, as thorough as always, looked over the room... perhaps checking for bugs which was smart since she wouldn't put it past the Lazars. As Serena sank into her seat and pried off her shoes Anna looked at her sympathetically, it couldn't be easy trying to keep up appearances... Hopefully, soon, she wouldn't have to.

"I know... I bet this was the Queen's doing too. I doubt she wanted the Lazars trying to split you and Seb up or trying to claim Serena was enough to Guard as she is. This is kind of perfect..."

There were three bedrooms(one large with a king bed, dresser, walk in closet, flat screen tv and the other two only big enough for a bed, a nightstand, and small closet) two bathrooms (one attached to the master bed with a garden tub, toilet, dual sink, and separate shower and the other to the living area that only had a toilet, sink, and small shower), a kitchen area with a mini fridge, sink, counter with stools instead of a table, coffee pot, and microwave, and a small living area with a couch, two chairs, a flat screen tv, and a stereo system.

Anna laughed a little, "I get the master bed," she teased before she vanished into one of the small rooms to unpack her few things. When she came back out she sighed.... "I'm hungry."