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R.I.S.C. Dossier

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Age

16

Physical Evaluation

Quinnlash is a young woman, five foot three, average build, and slightly underweight. She has very long hair (dark gray streaked with bright yellow) cut into sharp, straight bangs in front, and typically tied into a braid. When tied, it ends at approximately hip height. Untied, it falls nearly to her knees. She has extremely pale skin, unmarked with the exception of scarring around her empty eye socket (right), over which she wears a black and yellow eyepatch. Her remaining eye (left) is brilliant yellow. She has a sharp chin and jawline. Her muscle mass is slightly beneath consistent with regular exercise, and she is somewhat clumsy. She has a tendency to stumble if she isn't watching where she steps.

Psychological Profile

Quinnlash has some very strange psychological markers that nonetheless make sense when her history is taken into account. She is very much

1) Outgoing
2) Friendly
3) Cheerful
and 4) Supportive,
as well as

1) Anxious
2) Emotionally volatile
3) Prone to attention-seeking behavior
and 4) Highly competitive.

In addition, she seems to bear a great deal of attachment issues (for more information, check her background information).

Background Information

Neither we nor Quinnlash herself know exactly where she was born, but all she can remember is the house she lived in for sixteen years in Hovvi. Specifically, she remembers her own room, as she only left it—without permission, I might add—twice in her life. She was kept completely isolated by her parents, researchers on Modir and modium, and was only aware of what they allowed her to be. The only notable incident throughout her life was, as far as can be told, two or three months after she snuck out into the living room and saw the outside world for the first time. Her right eye spontaneously burst (very likely a result of sudden modium growth) and was subsequently removed.

The second time she snuck out was fully, immediately before meeting Besca, which was the first time she actually left her house. She was intimidated and fascinated, and the world seemed to stare at her very strangely. The only known survivor of the Hovvi Incident, she was removed from the town's ruins and taken to the Aerie, where she was subsequently tested for compatibility and given a modioscory to interface with a Savior.

There are a number of strange medical anomalies present in Quinnlash's system, such as her bright yellow eye and the hair being naturally yellow. More pressing is the unfeasible level of modium present in her entire system when she was first retrieved post-Hovvi Incident, and the filed and maintained seed growth of modium in place of her missing eye. Interim-Commander Darroh has taken over care of the child's training as a pilot, and should be contacted for any inquiries.
Savior

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Designation

Ablaze

Body

Tall and lean, Ablaze is on the thinner side for a Savior. Long scutes of modium not unlike those found on some aquatic organisms run along the arms and legs, forming a sort of natural armmor-weapon combination. The fingers are long and end in sharp claws. At the pilot's request, its right eye has been covered with a thick plate of metal.

Weapon

Ablaze's weapon, suited to the name, is a cannon as long as long as Ablaze is tall that fires explosive blasts of fire. The mechanism by which it produces this fire is unknown. When phased, the cannon gains a charge mechanism, allowing her to charge a shot for up to five seconds to increase the destructive yield considerably, up to approximately twice the size and intensity of the blast at full charge. In addition, the cannon shots can be detonated on command, or detonation can be delayed as a form of trap.

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The skullport vanished, and Quinn immediately felt better.

That's not to say she felt good. Not in any way whatsoever. But with the immediate reminder gone, she found herself able to—with the support of the long table that ran alongside her—haul herself to her feet and give Tillie a genuine, if weak, smile again. "N-no, nothing. It all looks fine."

That's right, Quinn. It's fine. It's all fine. Stop worrying about it. Hangar staff would obviously catch any fluctuations or problems right as soon as they happened. There was no reason for her to come here like this, go through the torment of opening the port, diving into the cold, lonely, enclosed dark, and endure the Modir pressing in all around here, all alone.

Thank god for Tillie. Without her there, Quinn would've just had a breakdown, she just knew it. She swallowed heavily, wiping the remnants of the sweat off again. It wasn't usually this bad. She opened her mouth to thank her for being there so she didn't completely fall apart—

Before she stopped.

Did she really want to make Tillie feel responsible for her? To layer her with Quinn's problems when she had nothing to do with them and no obligation to help with them?

No.

Deelie was pushing herself to hell and back because she was afraid for Quinn. Besca was working nonstop—she was surprised she'd even gotten a response from her—day in and day out because of what Quinn had done. The population of the Aerie was still a fraction of what it used to be, it seemed like, because Quinn just had to be at Hovvi. So everyone else had more work.

She didn't want to be a burden on Tillie too.

So instead, she kept that lame smile pasted to her face as inside, she screamed.

"I'm...glad you enjoyed it. I'll tell head of hangar security that you can come up here any time you want." After all the trouble and pain she'd caused, making her new technician happy was the least she could do.

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Tillie recoiled at the offer, cast a furtive glance back at Ablaze as if it had caught her doing something she shouldn't. "O-oh, gosh, that's—well, I appreciate that. I'm thrilled to be working on it, you can bet I'll be hanging around all the time. W-working, of course! Strictly working. Thank you! Uhm! Really!"

A nervous giggle escaped her. Left unsaid were the silent laws of a place like the Aerie, the hierarchy of the staff, and the expectations laid upon those who could only newly call the station home. Quinn's offer was kind, but Tillie's bosses weren't going to let someone as green as she was have free reign over a Savior, blessing or not. If she showed up here unscheduled she'd be planetside with her junk packed in a box and a resume that would function better as kindling after RISC was done with it.

But, of course, she wasn't going to say any of that. Not to Quinnlash Loughvein. Quinn, even! The girl seemed so nice, and even without the weight of their unspoken social dynamic heavy on her shoulders, she could never bring herself to reject a gift. For now, she would ride the high of sitting in Ablaze's cockpit, and being friendly with her favorite pilot, and that would carry her plenty far.

Tillie checked her phone, let out a small, excited sound that she'd find time to be embarrassed about later, alone. "Oop! I've gotta log my results then check in with my supervisor," she said, making her way back onto the lift. "You wanna ride down together, or do you need a bit more time?"

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"You wanna ride down together, or do you need a bit more time?"

"Together!"

Quinn's voice came out just a little more vehement than she'd intended it to, and she took a moment to breathe deeply, heart pounding in her ears in the silence. She could feel the great bulk of Ablaze looming behind her, feel its malevolence only barely suppressed. Quinnlash was trying to cut the pressure before it reached Quinn's head, she could feel it. But there was only so much she could do for Quinn, standing so close to the restrained bulk of the Modir as she was. Her mind suddenly shot back to Hovvi, to the hunger she'd felt looking at the creature in the demolished store, and she shivered despite the dull warmth Quinnlash was enwrapping her in.

If Tillie left her all alone up her, she didn't know what she'd do.

"We'll ride down together," she repeated, voice more tempered, at least by a bit.

The ride down passed more subdued than the one up, as Quinn stared dazedly out into the distance. As they stepped off the corrugated metal to the hangar floor once again, farther from the brain and thus the pressure, Quinn had a sudden thought. "Ah... Pulling her phone out of her pocket once again, she tapped the screen a few times, pulling up the camera and turning to Tillie.
"I can take a picture of you, right?"

Met with an enthusiastic approval, Quinn snapped a quick full-body picture of Tillie, plain hangar wall in the background.

A moment passed, and she waved awkwardly. "Ah, uhm, I'll...see you later, Tillie, okay?

With that said, she retreated back towards the elevator to the dorms, eager to escape the ensnaring presence of Ablaze. As she went, she kept her phone out, tappa-tappa-tapping at the screen. Just before she entered the hallway, she tapped the send button. A moment later, an image would pop up on Besca and Dahlia's phones, followed by a brief caption:

this is my new technician tillie. you guys should meet her, she's super nice

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Quinn got an answer from Besca before she'd stepped off the elevator. – o yeah ! saw he r resume very samrt! glad u like her wil try 2 meet her soon ! :o) -

From Dahlia there was still no word, but once Quinn had made her way back into the dorms it made sense. Everything was just as she'd left it. Through the crack in her door there was only silence, and Dahlia still flopped down onto the bed, breathing quietly in the dark. How long she'd sleep was unsure, and had varied from day to day. Sometimes it was a mere two or three hours, even less, and others she was dead to the world for half a day.

"Day shmay," she had said once, teasingly. "We're in space! No horizon up here!"

To her credit, if not comfort, she was right. Unfortunately for Quinn, that meant there was still no one around to assuage her loneliness. These moments were exceedingly rare before, but more and more each day, circumstances were forcing independence upon her. As she stood in the commons, it became clear that, unless she continued to stand here for hours, there would be no one to come make the decisions of her day for her. This had been true of all the recent days prior as well, and if the trend continued, it would be true tomorrow.

An alien revulsion at the idea of simply waiting tingled beneath her scalp. Ultimately however, the only thing that could move Quinn now was Quinn.

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Quinn stood in the middle of the common room, staring at the cracked door that Dahlia slept beyond. And once more, a razor-sharp shard of guilt buried itself in her heart. She was doing it again. Trailing behind Dahlia. Causing problems. Hurting people. Just like at Hovvi. Even now, making her own decisions cut her to the core sometimes, dug into that piece of her that she knew would always be there to some extent: the ignorant child, patiently waiting for mom and dad to come give her dinner.

A bolt of anger shot down her spine, and her lip curled up into a sneer filled with self-disgust. Wasn't she supposed to be a hero pilot now? So, what? She could fight Modir, and Roaki, and Casoban and Helburke by extension. She thought that she could maybe beat her sister in spar now. She already beat her in sims as long as they turned phasing off. But still...

The lunch she'd had before the interview with Mona played back vividly in her mind, and as she felt her stomach turn, she made her way over to her favorite blue chair and sank down into it, closing her eye and letting her body go limp. She'd made Dahlia order for her. Then she'd hurt her. Why couldn't she ever do anything for Dahlia when she was hurting? Especially when it was Quinn's fault anyway?

Why was she like this?

Her thoughts slowed. Why was she like this? And...why? What had happened? She knew her parents had fed her modium ichor for some reason she couldn't understand. She knew that somehow she'd lived though ingesting ichor, and been...fine, if sick. She knew that she had a smaller her within herself, that had been there for who knew how long.

So, she asked herself again: why?

She pulled in a long, slow breath. In.......out. Another. One more. And her eye snapped open.

There was something she needed to do.

But first, breakfast.

Quinn wasn't a particularly good cook, and she knew it. She messed up everything from eggs to soup. But, as she'd reflected that morning, even someone like her could make some toast, butter it, slather it in Dahlia's favorite jam, and cut an apple into slices that she arranged next to it. Into the fridge the plate went, and upon a discarded piece of paper, she wrote:

I made you breakfast, Deelie. It's not as good as yours, but...it's the thought that counts, right? It's in the fridge whenever you want it.

Underneath, she drew a heart, then slid the paper underneath her door so Dahlia would see it when she awoke.

That done, she took another long, long breath. Her heart was hammering in her chest, even harder than it had in Ablaze. Quinnlash was screaming in her head, some blend of fear and fury. But she ignored her as best she could. For months, she'd just...walked after Besca and Dahlia. Giving them more work, dragging them down. She wanted to be better. She wanted to figure out how she could keep moving forward without them, and so how she could walk alongside them instead. But to do that, she wanted...

She wanted answers.

This was a decision that she came to. That she alone could make, and she alone could carry out. Something that she couldn't wait for Besca and Dahlia to do for her, because she knew they never would. Something entirely her own.

So, nestling back down into her chair, she took her phone slowly out of her pocket, and tabbed over to the internet browser. Hand shaking so much she had to restart and delete several times, she finally tapped out what she wanted to search. What she needed to search. And so, heart heavy, blood already freezing in her veins, and taking one last breath, she searched it.

Because she didn't want answers. Not really.

She needed them.

Mr. and Mrs. Loughvein


[System]
Age: 17

Personality: The pure embodiment of arrogance, entitlement, and narcissism. Guys want to be him and girls want to be with him. Very few are deemed worthy enough to be blessed by his presence though. Those that are must constantly bend over backwards to maintain his approval of them. Despite his horrid personality, many people can't help but like him. He is deft at using his superficial charm to cover up the darker aspects of his personality.

 His ability to use and manipulate people is widely known. He posses a strategic mind that could very well rival that of Alexander the Great, that's what his many private tutors say anyway. One of his favourite pastimes is setting people up for falls. Charles could very well be a great leader someday, if only he used his talents for good. That will never happen though, for he believes in maintaining the social and economic status quo, at all costs.

He is generally a dick to his friends, groupies, and hangers on. When Charles shows you an unexpected amount of kindness and friendliness, you best beware. The only people he would ever consider a friend and true equal are those who are as rich and as good looking as himself. Very, very few people in the world fit that criteria.

Biography: An only child born to a lawyer mother and an oil baron father, Charles Lancaster III has always led a privileged life. Spoiled rotten from a young age, he could never accept no for an answer.

From the age of three he has had a multitude of nannies and tutors, all completely devoted to him. Little Charles was a nightmare to deal with. The nannies could never get him to finish his vegetables nor stay in bed. The tutors could never get him to sit still for extended periods, let alone get him to pay attention to their lessons. Upon hearing that his money was going to waste, Devon Lancaster became furious yet determined. The very attitude that allowed him to maintain and grow his inherited fortune. Devon was going to make his son Charles a worthy Lancaster, at all costs.

And so Devon instilled within Charles a sense of pride. A sense of pride so great, that it would prove too much for little Charles to understand. At first it was great. Little Charles acted the part of the affluent and sophisticated boy. He did everything his nannies told him to do, even going so far as to learn the finer points of etiquette. Charles also started to really pay attention to his many tutors, studying and doing his homework as instructed. Everything was going as intended. Sadly though, as Charles grew older, his immense pride turned to arrogance and bitterness.

The anger and bitterness of Charles eventually led him to become a Royal, but that was a tale for another time.

ROYAL

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Corrine woke up to something rather heavy on her chest. She couldn't breathe, let alone move. She squirmed around until something fluffy brushed her nose. The object jumped off of her and instead layed next to her. She opens her eyes to see Sebastian standing there with a mouse in his mouth.

"Sebby! You jerk!" She crosses her arms and growls angrily. But one look into the fat cats eyes melted her heart.

"Oh, I can never stay mad at you!" She hugs her cat tightly and swings him around. He hisses and runs off. Not without scratching her face, of course. She quickly rushes to the bathroom to wash her wound. A large red scratch wound was across her cheek. Serves her right for squeezing the life out of her cat.

Corrine got dressed, gathered her things, and decided to take a ride down to the beach. Maybe she could explore somewhere new. She parked her bike near the beach, putting a special lock on it. She had never been under the boardwalk before. She ran over to the wooden poles, only to hide behind a rock. She heard voices, but didn't know where they were coming from. Corrine stood there, hoping no one would find her.

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"Hey there little lady!" greeted Divo.

It came as no surprise to him that Corinne would find her way down to the underside of the boardwalk. Chrinne did strike him as the inquisitive type. He watched as Corinne went from hiding behind one of the wooden pillars to hiding behind the rock before greeting her. Rather than spook her, as he initially intended, he instead opted to greet her cheerfully.

It just so happened that Divo was still in an amazing mood from the previous night. Miranda was quite the sweetheart, no doubt about it. Their night together at the party ended romantically enough, though he'd be lying if he wasn't slightly disappointed. Miranda was known as the church girl after all but Divo could tell that she had a wickedly fun side to her. A kiss goodnight was all he got, but the kiss though, was more than a little smutty. So much so that it got to a point where she was doing all of the work. A quiet girl with a sexually dominant side. That suited Divo just fine. As far as he was concerned, it was worth the wait.

"We gotta stop meeting like this." commented Divo.

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Corrine jumped and squeaked. Someone found her?! She turned around to see that it was just Divo. She tried to stop her beating heart, but it was no use.

"Oh, its just you. You scared me! What are you doing here, anyway? Do you like coming to the beach too?" she asked.

Divo seemed to be in a peppy mood. Did something happen last night? Corrine sat down daintily on a nearby rock. She couldn't tell him that she was spying. He won't trust her anymore. Not that he trusted her too much anyways. But she needed to be more cautious. Curiosity always leaded to trouble with her.

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Divo gave Corinne quite a bemused look. He was sure that Corinne discovered the Salt Bay Turbos unofficial hangout spot. It was in that moment that Divo realised that Corinnes courage may actually be attributed to innocence, not bravery. Such a discovery put Divo in a rather playful mood.

"Yeah I'm a real surfer dude, in case you couldn't tell. Let me just get on my surfboard real quick." said Divo.

Divo then proceeded to clamber up onto the rock behind which Corinne hid. He was surprisingly spry for such a short, stocky guy. His feet slipped a couple of times though. He stood upon the small boulder with a wide, squatting stance. His arms were stretched straight out to the sides, like a surfer.

"Kawabunga!" yelled Divo.

These antics, of course, caught the attention of the nearby Salt Bay Turbos. Rolo and Switch themselves were particularly amused.

"That ain't no surfboard ya nub!" shouted Rolo.

"Yeah! If ya want a surfboard, send your mum over to my place!" shouted Switch.

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She giggles before hearing two familiar voices. She hops off of her rock and hides. She knows it's no use but it's a habit of hers. If you get caught, hide!, her brother always told her. People can't catch you if they can't find you.

She found it funny how they were underneath the boardwalk and not near the water like ost people would be. It was rather intriguing. She figured it must be a hangout spot. A hangout spot she could take if she wanted. But that was rather selfish of her. The beach belonged to everyone! Except it belongs to her.

"Switch is here? And R-Rolo?" Corrine blushed, remembering last nights antics.

[Assistant]
"What you talkin about!? You're so broke you can't even afford Popsicle sticks!" retorted Divo.

"I've got a Popsicle stick for your mum, and she can suck it aaalll niiiigghhht Loooong." shouted Switch.

"Why you..." Divo began before stopping himself in his tracks. He didnt want his anger to spook Corinne after all.

He looked down and saw Corinne hiding away from the fellas. She seemed really shy and embarrassed for some reason. Perhaps she wished to not see the big fella himself. Perhaps something happened between them the previous night before, something embarrassing maybe? Whatever the reason was, Divo did not wish to call attention upon Corinne, for it was obvious that she desired none.

"See ya around little lady." Divo whispered loudly down to her. He gave Corinne a conspiratorial wink.

"Who ya talkin to!? Your imaginary girlfriend!?" shouted Rolo.

"Yeah! She doesn't occupy space, and even she says you take up too much room!" Divo shouted back.

"What!?" replied Rolo, who was undoubtedly confused.

"Good one Divo! Did you find that joke in the space inside your mums vagina!?" shouted Switch.

"Screw you!" Divo yelled back.

Divo hopped off the boukder with an audible thud then made his way to the group.

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Corrine tries her best not to laugh, but she ends up cracking up. Their banter reminds her so much of her older brothers, bickering and fighting about anything and everything. She was close to tears.

"HAHAHA! Imaginary girlfriend! That sounds like something Antonio would say!"

She stands up and comes out of her hiding. She hangs onto a rock and continues laughing, wiping her tears away and forgetting that the others can see her, plain as day.

[Assistant]
"What the..." Switch began to say, before being interrupted by Rolos exuberant outburst.

"Corinne baby!" shouted Rolo.

The big, hefty fella bounded and plodded through the sand of the beach towards Corinne. His body moved with the grace of a beached walrus whilst his arms waved with the erratic excitement of a hungry seagull. Seeing Rolo run was quite a rare sight. Usually it was he who made other people run. Whether by fear or obligation, they always ran. Suffice it to say, such an inspiring display brought upon a less than inspiring response from the other members of the Salt Bay Turbos. Many of which struggled to stifle their laughter.

Rolo panted and heaved heavily when he reached Corinne a couple of moments later. His face looked flushed and there were beads of sweat on his brow. Nevertheless, he wore an expression of ecstatic excitement.

"Hey, there, little, darlin." Rolo greeted quickly between his various pants and heaves.

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"Hehe... Hi, Rolo! You seem cheery today! Did something happen?"

She takes Rolo's hand and beams. She's never really had a boyfriend. Or the equivalent to it. It felt nice to have someone care for her so much. She felt loved, quite dearly.

"I guess all your little friends are here too! Haven't seen you together since I met you!" The last time she had seen them together was when she snuck off from work and found their clubhouse. It was only a week ago yet it felt like she has known them forever.

[Assistant]
Rolo took a couple of deep breaths before proceeding to speak. He felt significantly calmer after his third deep breath. Such a manoeuvre allowed him to regain his composure. Well, as composed as Rolo could get. He then wiped the sweat from his forehead with the leather sleeve of his jacket. Leather wasn't the most porous of materials, so he merely spread the sweat further along his brow.

"What're you doin down here baby girl? Is there some square givin you trouble?" Rolo asked.

"Yo! Corinne! Switch called out.

Both Divo and Chet looked visibly uncomfortable. It was like they were trying to ignore the elephant in the room. The rest of the Salt Bay Turbos murmured amongst themselves whilst looking at Corinne, wondering what her next move will be. Chet made a gesture at Divo then towards Corinne. Divo himself nodded then proceeded forth towards the couple.


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Description(pic is cool to):
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Alex is that of a warrior. She refuses to give up, both in heart and in mind. She fights for what she wants, though there are struggles where what she wants changes. Alex holds secrets, many dark, of her past and her present, and some of which she wants to do in future. Though many thoughts taint her mind, Alex tries to do what she wants. She can be quite irritating, and she can also, at times, be quite insubordinate. She is also quite hooked on alcohol.
Vanguard Type(1 and 2 gen are only available): Generation 2
Vanguard Look and Description of weaponry: Alex' Vanguard, Hawk, is not very tall, however it compensates for this in speed. It is made to get around very easily, with the ability climb or even jump. Such an overhaul on the hydraulics of the Vanguard has left little room for ammunition of kinetic weaponry, so the ends of the mech's fingers have been sharpened into the edge of a blade. The fingers can merge together to form a blade, one in each hand. The mech's hands also contain ranged electrical charges, which can be used to shoot a target at a distance.
Vanguard Size( Nothing over 65m please): 45m
Country Vanguard Representing: Scotland
Bio(can be short): Alex' early life consisted of many fights, physical and mental, against odds of which were bad. Many times, she pulled through, and others, she faltered. This built up her strength, heavily. The Highlands of Scotland were not a happy place to be, but yet she stayed there. Though she has a brutelike nature, she studied and tried to work her way into the military. Upon her eighteenth birthday, she went down south, to Edinburgh, and defeated everyone in the bar in a bar fight after she had indulged in her first alcoholic beverage, the one that got her hooked.

The days after her birthday Alex signed up, and was granted access into the military. She passed through basic training, and then received another message after training. The message claimed that she was being transferred into a specialist team, and included lots of details. Eventually, she got into the team to fight the Kaiju.

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Ledger was the Drill Sergeant at the Irondome and was reasbonsible for the training of the candidates and to him had done a damn good job. So he awarded himself by sleeping extra late and had just barely gotten up. Ledger went slowly down to the living area of the dome passing past soilders trained and chating with a few of them. As he made finally entered the room he coughed and then proceeded," Everyone off your asses we got training to do!" He yelled to everyone in the room.

Charlestown,Maryland

The people of this small coastal town were having another day with no reported attack of a Kaiju attack in Maryland since the beginning of the war when one tried to attacked Washington D.C. However that changed as locals saw a giant ripple on the water and without warning or time to react the horror came crashing into this quiet town. A category one Kaiju called "Chesapeake Crusher" had made landfall. The town was crushed with ease and it moved upward towards Newark, New Jersey destroying anything resembling human settlement. The small national guard garrison called New York for help but was shortly cut off from the monster. However news spreads rather fast in this technological world and its just a matter of minutes before Irondome hears of it.

Height:35m
Weapons: Uses its one giant claw that is about 20m long to crush the life out of anything also charges with its giant claw that has spikes on it. The shell is also able to withstand high pressures such as punches or weak projectiles.
Mutation: Fiddler Crab
Description: The crusher resembles a fiddler crab in the nearly every way except for its dark blue skin and giant claw with spikes on it. Obviously the Tritons didn't put their best effort into it even for a crab (A common mutation the Tritons use to make Kaijus) but it gets the job done going against infantry.

[Assistant] Sam got into the head of the Alpha Marksman, also known as the cockpit of the giant robot. He got into his suit, that would register all the movements he would make and use those to move the robot. The suit was attached to the head itself, so any shocks wouldn't just bring him out of balance and make the whole robot fall down. The platform the robot was standing on moved it towards the doors, which slowly opened and showed the Atlantic Ocean. Here we go... Sam thought. Sam made his first step forward. With a big splash, the Alpha Marksman stepped into the water. Just like the simulations... He stepped his other foot next to his first, and started stretching his arms. "So how does he move?" Sam heard through the intercom. "Pretty good, except for the fact that the right arm has a delay of a second or so." "Give me a second..." Sam heard some typing through the intercom. "Okay, try again now." Sam tried stretching his right arm. Simultaniously, the robot stretched it's arm as well. "Much better, thanks a lot, guys!" Sam responded.

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(Sorry anybody who didn't post PM me if you want to know what happened or just read it. I just don't want to get hanged up on the beginning.)

Just as Ledger spoke a solider came running in behind him. "Sir...There is a Kaiju attack in Maryland high command recommends to bring the recruits." The trooper says as fast as he can and runs off to tell more about the attack. Ledger looks over at the recruits for a minute and grins. "Well I guess this is one way of graduating. Everyone in your Vanguard we are off!" He says walking to the hangar.

The American Spirit, his Vanguard,was waiting fully loaded and clean from a few weeks of inactivity in the hangar. "Damn I miss you." He murmurs to himself getting closer to the behemoth towering over him.

[Assistant]
As soon as the warning came through for the attack on Maryland, Darryl "Dazza" Harris had slammed down his godawful beer and was up and running. He'd been reassigned to the Irondome from Shark Island Base four months ago, after the successful deployments of Armored Kelly and Five Eighth to the Australian eastern coasts. Experienced pilots were always needed in a learning environment, and while Dazza's role wasn't necessarily to provide training he was essential as a standby for when things got too hairy for the rookies.

He sprinted through the corridors of the Irondome and into the locker room, where he stripped down and pulled on the special suit needed to pilot Blitz Juggernaut. Dazza had pushed hard for an interface that didn't require the suit but the very few cooler heads from his homeland had prevailed. Still, he was growing fond of it, feeling it fitted him just as well as one of his many flannos. The nice little Australian flag painted over the breast inspired a little bit of patriotic fervor every time he saw it.

Finally, he put on his helmet with the large clear visor and made his way to the hangar at a brisk run. Techs were standing by, ready to assist him in getting into the control pod. The pod was a funny thing that was inserted into the center of the Vanguard, full of machinery that connected to the suit and essentially translated every movement he made to that of Blitz Juggernaut. It was certainly better than the old two-sticks-and-pedals design he had originally used!

The techs got him into the pod with minimal hassle. It was a well practiced drill, now, much helped by many of his techs being from the first Blitz Juggernaut crew from Australia. The pod was sealed, and now the fun part began. The inside of the pod was illuminated with a dull glow, but Dazza couldn't see it. The viewport on his helmet had gone opaque. Were he a claustrophobic man, now would be the time to panic. But Dazza was not. Instead, frozen in place, blinded to the outside world, he chuckled a bit. He always looked forward to what came next.

He felt the pod being moved. The hydraulics surrounding it were placing it inside Blitz Juggernaut right now. There were a few clunking sounds, ones that were music to Dazza's ears. Three clunks. Pause. Two. The sound of an engine whirring up. He'd memorized them. Another clunk. The engine was getting louder.

Then his helmet burst into life.

The display on the inside of Dazza's helmet abruptly showed a new sight, one of him looking directly towards men working in a control room. His ears heard a quiet chime and the engine sound lessened, overtaken by input from his radio and auditory sensors. The elegant machinery holding his body in place dragged him into an upright position, then eased off the pressure. He could move again.

"Lieutenant Harris, commence system check," was the radio buzz in his ear.

"Leftenant Harris, commencin' system check," Dazza responded.

He moved his head left, right, up and down. As he did so, his view changed to take in the world around him. He was standing in a cavernous hangar, far too large for ordinary humans. He saw figures moving along walkways, inside the control room, but not around the ground. He raised his left and right hands, and observed the blue with red trim mechanical arms enter his field of vision. So far so good. Just for kicks, he wiggled his fingers and witnessed the Vanguard match his movements. Then, for even further kicks, he extended both his middle fingers and noted with a chuckle that his Vanguard did also.

"Lieutenant Harris, please do not deviate from the check procedure," was the immediate buzz in his ears.

"Just testin', mate. Don't get ya knickers in a twist," Dazza jibed back.

The system check went for a few more minutes as Dazza got used to being inside, no, sorry, BEING Blitz Juggernaut. It was always a bit alien for the first couple of minutes, but you soon got used to it.

"System check complete. Good hunting, Blitz Juggernaut."

Dazza grinned, the act completely invisible under his helmet. "I'll bring back a big fish dinner for ya, mate," he responded. As though the giant mech were human, he turned and started walking towards the huge hangar doors. At the same time, with a quick voice command he dialed in the comm for the rookie trainer.

"Ledger, y'there?" he commed to the man. "Deployin' now. I'll be on standby in case you and y'rooks need me. Good huntin', mate."

[User]
Newark,Delaware

After easily making its way to the Delaware border from Maryland the Kaiju finally met some resistance. Maryland and Delaware national guardsmen were positioned in the city hoping to stop the Chesapeake Crusher from devastating Wilmington,the largest city in the tiny state. As the beast reached the outskirts of Newark missiles,tank shells,and a few fighter jets started to hit it with everything they had. When the smoke cleared it still was alive and now pissed off going on a rampage crushing homes and any unlucky tanks. However the force still holds but for how long is the true question.

Irondome

Ledger was lifted via crane up to his Vanguards chest where the cockpit waited. It opened and gush of air surrounded him for a second and disappeared. His Vanguard was one of the first made and because of it had very simple controls. Two joysticks and pedals for movement while buttons scattered across the cockpit were for different situations or weapon choices. As he started the machine with a few button flicks the machine roared to life its eyes glowing dark orange. The American Spirit was loud almost too loud but Ledger loved it he liked to know the machine was active and proceeding as normal.

After a few minutes of limb testing the noise finally calmed down to a quiet murmur and Ledger was ready to go. Another pilot had already beaten him to be first in line it was the new Australian pilot and he said something to Ledger.

"We will be fine Harris. Go out there and give it some hell! I have to wait for the rest of my crew to get here so it might be awhile." He said to the man and then proceeded to grabs a cigarette from his pocket and start smoking while he waited for the others.

Bermuda Triangle(Triton capital)

(Translated) "The humans are taking the bait." Gragin,General of the Eastern Sea said to his leader.

"Good..." The Leader said still on his Throne looking over the underwater paradise that lay before him.

"Should he deploy the rest of our Megabeast?" Gragin said in his mind hoping for yes.

"You know Gragin if we lose this many Megabeast its on your head right?" The leader says

"It won't this is an important port for humans are spies have shown only two of those Mechs protect it. Gragin pleads.

"First deal with the humans at what do they call it,ah yes the Irondome. Make sure they can't deploy when we attack."

" YES Sir!! We will send a surprise over their." Gragin said Boeing and leaving he knew that this plan could break the humans and it was called Operation Spiral.

[Assistant]
Akira stood immediately as alarms started blaring through the Irondrome and ran to see what was going on and before he could reach the chief turned and ran for the hangars jumping into his gear and running toward his Vanguard. using the crane to get into the head where the cockpit resided. Akira's vanguard was early Generation two so it still used a cockpit with the joysticks flips and switches. he climbed in and was greeted by the chime and near blacking out of his visor before and darkening of the cockpit before everything seemingly erupted into life as his vanguard started up and began is lift ride to stand behind the Chief.

"Recruit Akira Yamanaka reporting sir." he said his adrenaline getting the best of him and his wilder side coming out. A soft beep in his ear came before a faceless voice came over the comm system in his Vanguard.
"Yamanaka hows the beast running for ya?" the man said.
"Tenjin is running beautifully, better than ever." Akira said with a smile before taking a deep breath and grinning ready to take on anything that came his way.

[User]
Alex had turned and immediately started to walk to Hawk's location. As she geared up, an alarm blared, and she cursed as she got into her gear at a faster rate. She ran full pelt to her Vanguard, boarding it quickly and getting her Vanguard calibrated. "Recruit Anderson, reporting status; requesting calibration," Alex says, tapping on buttons and turning on her Vanguard with the turn of rotating handle, and a push, as well as a turn in the opposite direction. As she did this, she got a response over the radio, and began to calibrate.

Within a few minutes, Hawk was calibrated. "Command, Anderson. System status; Green across the board. Moving to position." Alex began to move her Vanguard behind Ledger's, and opened COMs with him. "Ledger, Anderson. Systems green across the board. Hawk ready."


[System]
Race: Human (as far as any one can tell)
Class: None (For now)
Main-Hand Weapon: none
Off-Hand Weapon: none
Secondary Weapon: None
Armor: Cloth
Powers: None (For now)
Skills: None, but can learn them very quickly if one of the party members were to teach him
Weaknesses: Defenseless, Taken advantage of, Amnesia
Personality: Des is usually a quiet kid, observing the party on their adventure, but when he speaks it is usually his evaluation of someone. Similar to Alula he tends to know who a person is and what they are hiding, but he doesn't use any cryptic messages, he just flats out says what he thinks
Background: He forgot, but remembers waking up in the woods to the sounds of someone banging steel together
Other: has Amnesia, always says things exactly as he means them which can make him sound rude, hates people who keep secrets

[User] Startled by the shouts of Furnace, the shopkeep jumped and screamed a bit. After regaining his calm, he looked to where the gnome was pointing and saw the net, "Oh that, that would be 10 gold pieces."

[Assistant]
Separ
Separ frowned at the price, but reluctantly decided it would be better to have a medkit than to not have one at all. "40 gold pieces was it?" Said Separ as he pulled out some coins, only to realize he didn't have enough. "Umm, I only have 32 gold pieces..." His words trailed off realizing he wasn't going to be able to afford the medkit. "It looks like I may be forced to buy that at a later time, thanks for the other supplies though." Said Separ as he began to walk off towards the door.

[User] The female merchant called out to Separ, "Wait kid, 30 will be just fine. Some money is better than no money."

[Assistant]
Separ
"Huh, you really mean it?" Asked Separ in shock. "I mean, yes that would be great, though are you sure about all of this, after all you're not getting the full price of what it's worth, and someone else might come in later and by it for the full price of 40?" Separ asked her.

[User] "Kid, when do you think some other naïve adventurer is going to come in here and buy it, the people in this town don't go on adventures."

[Assistant]
Separ
"But... didn't you just say this item was in high demand?" Separ's brow furrowed as he realized he was being lied to. "You have been lying to me this whole time haven't you? Sell me this medkit at a price of 15 or I'm leaving."

[User] "The item isn't in high demand, but you are in high demand of it with your pack of 8, 25 pieces or walk kid because I'm not going lower."

[Assistant]
Separ
Separ thought about her offer for a moment, but then had a 'brilliant' idea. "25 pieces and a date!" He exclaimed proudly, hoping it would cause her to stumble and lower the price. He wasn't actually expecting her to take him up on the offer, and he figured it was worth a shot. "Either that or 20 pieces."

[User] "I told you kid, I'm not going lower, so 25 and a date it is, now I get the 25 and a free meal, but good luck treating me anywhere on 7 gold."

[Assistant]
Separ
Separ glanced around nervously and then sighed, defeated. "You were supposed to say 'No way am I going out with you, just take the medkit for 20 and get out.'" Separ fumbled with his money and paid her the 25 gold, and then handed her the last seven gold pieces as well. "Just keep it." And with that he began to leave the store, totally crushed, and without any money for himself.

[User]
Succes! The first stage of the ritual was going without a hitch.
Furnace pulled out the fat sack of coins and reach in to count and take 10 coins exactly.
He checked again to be absolutely sure he had the right amount, then placed the coins on the counter and waited in exited anticipation to see if it would work.

[Assistant]
As Vis tightened the scarf around his face, he turned to address the others when he saw the gnome had wondered off to a stall to the north. Vis naturally went to make sure he didn't get into any mischief, as the paladin seemed to entrust Vis with the task of watching the gnome and he didn't want to be on the armored hulk's bad side.

Vis crouched by the gnome's side and looked up at the butterfly net, "so you want the net..." he dragged off at the end of the sentence, not having a name to call the gnome, "ask him how low he's willing to go." whispered Vis into the small man's ear, as he snatched the coins from the counter before the vendor could get his grubby hands on them.

[User]
Before Vis could manipulate the exchange, the merchant grabbed the gold, and handed Furnace the net.

-Ignore this, Vis just ninja'd me with his update

[Assistant]
To Furnace's surprise there was a hidden element to the ritual.
The recloacked man corrected him but he didn't know why. The man behind the table seemed to have no problem with the way he was chanting.
He suggested an incantation returning a riddle.
Perhaps this was an advanced form of magic. A ritual using less materials didn't seem like logical step up.
Then again, some materials needed to smelt longer at lower temperatures. Maybe this was similar.
In the same way, only slightly more confused, Furnace shouted his incantation at the shopkeep.
"How low are you willing to go?"

[User] Once again startled by the shouting, the merchant jumped again but not as high this time. Once again regaining himself, he looked at Vis and looked back at Furnace, "Still 10 gold pieces, I'm not going lower on a net."

[Assistant] Vis looked back at the gnome and tightened up his scarf, "wath and learn." Vis scanned the stall of it's wares, looking for something to add into the deal, he spotted a bobbin of thread, looking up to the vendor Vis spoke, "throw in tha bobbin and conthider ith a deal." he returned to the gnome and whispered in his ear, "if a vendor is unwilling to go lower, try add something else to the deal but at a lower price."

[User]
Based on the reactions of the merchant and the recloacked man Furnace guessed he had messed something up.
He looked with large sad eyes at Vis, then at the merchant, then at Vis again.
"Now what?"

[Assistant] "A bobbin of twine and a net for 10 gold, hell, why not?" The merchant holds out his hand to the gnome, waiting to be paid.

[User]
Furnace nodded and handed the man the golden sheets.
He wondered who hell was, but he or she didn't interrupt him when he gave the gold.
The ritual seemed complete as Furnace accepted the net in return and held it aloft in wonder.
What magics could this staff hold?
"Now we do the same with.. bread.. right?"
Furnace tried to imagine what bread was. The words sounded like broad. So he expected it to be flat and heavy, like a broadsword.

[Assistant]
Carver pondered the girl's question for a moment. "Heavy? I suppose it is, but not so bad once you begin to see the benefits," he responded, unsure if he was still talking about armor. "Truth is, I can't imagine I could ever do anything else. I was raised in a monastery - every day I prayed, trained, read, bettered my body and my mind until the Knight Commander deemed I was ready. Past a certain age, of course, I would have been allowed to leave, but... I never wanted to." He smiled fondly at the memories of his youth, particularly the phrase he now repeated that one of his teachers had been so fond of. "There's so much wrong in the world. One man can't fix it all, but... think about how much he'll do if he tries."

He shook himself out of his nostalgia and stood up. "Apologies, you didn't ask to hear my life story. Are you feeling well, my lady? I should think our companions will be returning shortly."

The woman in black was still here, he realized with a start. He shouldn't have lost track of her. Careless. She could have hurt someone while he was pontificating. He'd have to do better to keep an eye on that one.

[User]
Alula listened contentedly as Carver talked about his early life. She wasn't sure why, but even the voices kept quiet as he spoke. Listening to him speak so fondly of events of his past made her feel strangely happy. She might not have memories of the past, but he did. It must be nice, to think on the before and expand upon. And while she felt like she should have been jealous or sad, she wasn't. She tipped back her hat, as if trying to see better through hazy eyes.

"The kindness of one has the ability to grow in the sunshine and change the lives of many."

She smiled softly, pulling her hat back down over her eyes. She felt fine, in fact she felt more levelheaded then normal. She figured it had something to do with him being a paladin.

"I am...quite alright..." She spoke slowly, as if confused. She was surprised that she was feeling so stable. "I am...eager...to begin this...adventure."

[Assistant]
Suki sighed as she watched mostly everyone split up to go shopping for supplies. "There's not alot one can't get without gold." Muttering softly to herself with a bemused smile, she glanced slightly at the paladin, internally frowning as she noticed that his attention seemed to be on her.

Choosing to pass time doing something else, she started walking off in the direction of the marketplace. However, unlike the others, she wasn't shopping. She had stayed in one place for long enough, so she was starting to worry about possible religious members locating her here.

[User]
Separ
As Separ exited the store, feeling like a chump after what happened with the shopkeeper he ran into the cloaked girl. Separ couldn't help but smile when he saw her, and it even made him temporarily forget about what happened in the general shop. Sure, he barely knew the girl, but he was glad that both she and all the others had agreed to stay in the group. Separ could finally start his own adventure. Separ immediately walked over to the cloaked girl. "Hey, how's it going? I managed to buy us some tents and sleeping bags, as well as a medkit and backpack. Are you out shopping to, if so can I accompany you? Though, as of now I have no money." Separ glanced from side to side before sighing. "Please don't ask, I'd rather not talk about it." He exclaimed before looking once again at her. "So are the others with you, or are they still near the tavern? and umm, what did you want to buy?"

[Assistant] Vis looked got up from his crouched position and took the bobbin of thread from the man behind the counter, stowing it in his leather backpack. He had no idea what he was going to do with it but he felt it would become useful at some point. He looked down to the gnome, "Nithe buy, yeth now we go tho buy bread." Unfortunately, Vis didn't know where the baker's district was but he could find out. Looking for the nearest permanent structure, the facade of a small temple, he approached it and rested his hand on the windowsill testing it's sturdiness, it seemed to hold. Vis clambered up, putting his hands on the heads of saints and gargoyles and ascending the face of the temple until he was near the top. He hold on with one hand and leaned away from the face of the temple, Vis saw plooms of white smoke and deduced that was where bread was being made. Climbing back down he returned to the gnome and walked with him to the bakery and purchased stale bread for two coins a piece, buying 8 in total.

[User] Suddenly, guards started running through the streets. Upon first glance, one would assume they would be running after someone and most likely the people who caused trouble at the local tavern. But the guards kept running, and as they drew closer, you could tell they weren't running after, but away. Screams started to fill the streets as kobolds (small dragonfolk with no wings), goblins, men wearing chainmail and black tunics, and even an ettin (two-headed giant) started to swarm the village, destroying and slaughtering everything in sight. The goblins set fire to the stands and the ettin destroyed many houses and even the tavern. A dark silhouette of a man on a horse could be seen amongst the smoke in the distance.

[Assistant]
Furnace furiously pondered the meaning and intent of this group.
He saw them break, tear and burn the stands, carts and houses.
Two huge heads sharing one body came storming past him, massive flail in each hand.
As he crashed trough several stands at once, splinters and raw materials flew trough the air.

Deconstruction

It dawned on Furnace what they were doing. They were harvesting materials for the forge.
He saw creatures armed with swords and clubs run to the creatures from the village and hit them until they stopped screaming.
Was this a fight? Or could they also harvest life?

 "A life is cut short so another can begin. Lives are lost in the forest of life to allow the young to grow."

Was this what the tired girl had predicted?

Either way, Furnace was exited by this development. Much to learn.
And in the spirit of learning new thing Furnace took the wrapped package from his back and let the cloth fall to the ground.
With two hands and significant effort he held aloft an orcish broadsword.
It was about his size and looked right at home between the flails, blades and axes of the newcomers.
With care and calculation he mimicked the lumbering brute's movements as he rand after him, then past him, then into a stand.
With as mighty a swing he could muster he brought the heavy blade down upon the wooden board.
The thin plank snapped instantly, causing copper and tin trinkets to fly everywhere.
As Furnace was showered in shiny but function-less pieces of metal he looked behind him at the two-faced giant, looking for confirmation that he got it right.

[User] The ettin was about to slay the little one when he had suddenly attacked on of the stands, this caused the ettin to think that the little one was one of them and so he nodded and continued his rampage.


[System]
Alias: Brusier
Age: 38
Appearance:
Weight: 94kg (208lbs)
Height: 5' 10" (178cm)
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Britain
Occupation: Security, former police officer and boxer
Personality:To say that Jack's stupid would be an insult, and he doesn't like being insulted, it makes the bad feelings come. A better way of putting it would be that Jack's simple, he likes to think things out carefully and take his time before coming to a decision, and he much prefers to have a straightforward explanation given to him rather than some complicated logical nonsense no 'normal' person would understand.
Backstory:Growing up Jack was always the biggest kid in the yard, the one others turned to when they needed something moved out of the way, like a house for example. Physically he's one of the strongest men on the planet, but mentally he's... less so. When he applied to join the British Army at the age of eighteen he passed all the physical requirements with no problems, but when it came to the written portion of the assessment he not only failed to pass but he failed to even complete the paper.

Undeterred Jack found a place for himself in the Metropolitan Police, where his simple-minded, straight-forward thinking was an asset during crowd control and riot suppression operations, most people tending to have a very quick change of heart when seeing Jack striding through the tear gas towards them, asking politely for them to surrender themselves. In his spare time Jack practiced boxing, and soon became a fixture on the amateur circuit, weathering the blows from his opponents with ease before delivering the knockout punch.

With the rise of the Kaiju, Jack has offered his services and skills to the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, guaranteeing them a hard-hitting, tough Jaeger pilot who'll see the job gets done.
Preferred Jaeger:Scarlet Knight, fitted with "Roll of Nickels" Tesla Cells (as seen on the Cherno Alpha) with rockets mounted in each elbow for increased punching power (as seen on the Gypsy Dancer) as well as a six-barreled WMB2x90 Anti-Kaiju Missile chest launcher.

[User]
Henry sighed. He had already slept on the chopper, on the bright side he did get his own room. That was a novelty. Being ex-force recon he was used to putting down just wherever possible. He moved to his room and threw in his duffel bag: After retrieving a smaller bag. After that he walked off in the direction of the mess hall. Walking in he immediately walked over and grabbed a tray. Looking at the trays of, probably cold, food he wasn't impressed. Then again, the Jaeger program was technically military. What was he suspect? And it made the whole thing seem more homely anyway. He grabbed a plate, throwing some cold bacon and beans onto it before moving over to an empty table. Once down he took a can of Irn Bru out of his bag and smirked. As far as he knew he was one of the few scotsmen here, he had to represent.

He closed his eyes as he took a drink. He had done a lot to get back here, last time he had barely started training before they canned the project in favour of the wall (Which was a completely and utter stupid idea from it's inception). At least they realized their mistake, though how long would it take them to get the funding behind the Jaeger program that it needed? Yes there was a lot of collateral damage but it was the only way. And even then a lot of the time Kaiju were taken out at sea, it was typically the higher classifications or more unique ones that managed to wreak havoc and if he got in a Jaeger, nothing was going to get past him. He'd see to that.

[Assistant]
Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall
Hurrying up the stairs, a slice of toast still clenched between his teeth, Bruiser was just in time to see the tour group breaking apart, each heading off in a different direction. Quickly stepping up beside a dark-skinned girl

 he vaguely remembered as having help him to his bunk the night before, who now seemed to be paying unduly close attention to another, red-haired girl's backside, he pulled the toast from his mouth and asked, "Did I miss anything?" before quickly munching his toast down in a couple of bites.

[User]
Tomiko Fraser - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall

Tommie shook her head, tearing her eyes away from Valentine's perfectly formed posterior for a moment to look back at the face of the muscular man she'd practically carried from the helipad the night before. "Just the usual ten-cent tour. Hangar, bunks, play room," she replied with with a sigh, jerking her thumb around to indicate the different base sections.

"We're to report to the training room in three hours, that'll be about..." Reaching over Tommie twisted Bruiser's arm around to get a quick look at his watch, before barking out a laugh, "By your watch that'll be about 23:00. You might want to reset that thing for local time."

Stepping away from the boxer Tommie headed off after Valentine, before her pretty little ass got too far out of view. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some rather pressing business to attend to." At least I hope there'll be pressing involved, she added to herself with a grin.

Moving up behind Valentine, Tommie gently rested her hand on the younger woman's arm to get her attention. "Have you been assigned your Jaeger yet?" Tommie asked with a light, friendly tone, "I'm set with one of the single-pilot models, but I'm sure I could make room in there for you too."

[Assistant]
Mako Mori... The name was well know to anyone versed in Jaeger history. Whether or not she still piloted in combat, Cameron didn't know, but the media had credited Mori and Becket with almost single-handedly closing the first Breach. A pretty high standard to live up to. Truth be told, Cameron was already dubious about becoming a Jaeger pilot; long hours in the sim had shown him that damn near everything he had learnt in the Rifles was useless against the Kaiju. You couldn't bring a rifle to a fist-fight and despite the occasional gun mount, most Jaeger combat was essentially giant robot wrestling. Granted, he could hold his own in close combat, but still... He shook it off, trying to convince himself that he wouldn't be here if the PDC didn't think him capable.

As they toured the base, he took the time to gauge his fellow recruits and was a little taken aback by what he saw. Half of them were kids, barely out of their teens and only a few looked like they'd seen combat. Two caught his eye, both clearly military; the Scotch lad had all the bearing of a battlefield officer, something Cameron could sympathise with and respect, though there was a certain hardness there too. The woman, Razor or perhaps Tommie, seemed like a laugh, but he found it hard to see past her outer cheerfulness. She clearly had some specialist experience judging from the way she gave everyone a subtle once-over; military police perhaps, or counter terrorist? Didn't particularly matter though, he conceded. She looked more than competent. As for the kids, well... The lads seemed to be playing silent so no joy there and the French girl hadn't said much either; either they were all understandably nervous or just psyching themselves up for the tests ahead. Which in hindsight, I ought to be doing as well...

As he was observing the others, the tour had come to an end. Cameron gave Mori's retreating back a crisp salute and turned to the others. A few had peeled off already, off to do whatever potential pilots did in their free time, leaving Cameron to muse over how to spend his. Three hours was a lot of time to burn on a military base and even though he had been stationed here once before, the layout had changed over the last decade. Deciding that being social was his best bet, he tried to get to know his new comrades. 'Well then... Since we're all going to be sleeping and dying together, how's about we toss out some names?' With Razor flirting her way into Frenchie's knickers, he tried the young lads instead, extending one hand companionably. 'Cameron Arkwright, ex-British Army. You boys done much Jaegering before?'

[User]
Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall
'Well then... Since we're all going to be sleeping and dying together, how's about we toss out some names? Cameron Arkwright, ex-British Army. You boys done much Jaegering before?'

"Hi there Cam, mind if I call you Cam?" Bruiser said stepping forwards and reaching his hand out for his new colleague to shake, but not wanting to make the first move. People had told him in the past that his grip could break fingers, so these days he just let others do the gripping instead. "Name's Jack Murdock, but most just call me Bruiser. Used to be with the Met but turned my hand to Jaeger about a year back. Not seen any real action though, just riding an old can out near Australia." As he spoke Bruiser quickly brushed his hand over the front of his jumpsuit, cleaning away the crumbs from his quick breakfast.

"Any idea which machines they be assigning us to? I was hoping for something not to tricky, like a Scarlet Knight done up for punching." He'd found in the testing during his recruitment that while his simple mind had the advantage of being able to drift with pretty much anyone, he also struggled when it came to some of the fancy tech the new models were sporting. He much preferred keeping things straightforward, and nothing said straightforward like a punch in the face.


[System]
Race: Sentry Bot

Age: Unrecognized Parameter

Height:5'11

Weight: 1300 pounds

Appearance: Dark green spray paint and poorly drawn skulls litter his exterior, along with leather pads and scrap metal plating that the raiders that captured him thought looked cool. In place of the standard missile launcher on the bot's right arm, there is what appears to be a heavily reinforced arm with a hand. All that aside, it appears to be a fairly standard Sentry bot.

Equipment: Semi-sentient AI allows for adaptive combat and interaction with humans. A storage space holding six fission batteries and various other basic repair supplies(though he cannot use them)

Weapons: Arm mounted mini-gun.

Specializations: It's a robot.

Negative Attributes: STAIRS...Oh and some faulty code that occasionally leads to minor errors. Of course, due to being a heavily armed robot, RB's conversational skills are lacking quite a bit.

Other: While the raiders that captured had a technician on hand to rewrite his core programming, he was not very skilled. He barely managed to rewrite the bot's identification and a few minor subroutines causing a few minor glitches.

Biography: Sentry Bot 0427 was one of the first Sentry bots to be implanted with the Enclave's "sentient AIs." Being one of the first, it was no surprise when the robot seemingly locked up and shut itself down. With numerous other bots to test They quickly discarded the 'hunk of junk' and continued on with their research. The robot was found years later by a group of raiders that were looting the former Enclave facility. After finding the robot, they quickly dragged it to their den and set it up as decoration outside. It didn't take long before RB was captured by another group of raiders and taken southeast to yet another base. This cycle repeated until he ended up with a group that was holed up in an abandoned grocery store. Apparently said group had a 'genius' technician that decided it was wise to reload the sentry bot's weapons, replace its fission battery, and rewrite its code. It was the leader of the gang's plan to use the robot to acquire new territory. The area was very turbulent as the local raider gangs fought non-stop. The technician finished his rewrite and rebooted the newly designated "Raid-Bot".

 The moment the raiders barked an order at the reawakened RB the den became a storm of minigun rounds, smoke, and raider parts. It seemed that the technician was unable to break the encryption on the Friend-or-Foe programs, nor did he think to disable "Raid-Bot"'s weapon. Of course, the leader managed to escape the moment the minigun began spinning. When the dust settled, the only two figures still standing were RB and the technician that had 'fixed' him. After a brief staredown, the technician jumped for the nearest weapon which was, unfortunately, a 9mm pistol. After uselessly loosing a few rounds at the robot, he found himself being run over repeatedly by RB's four wheels...RB didn't appreciate the name-change or the rooting around in its head. After the raiders had been cleared out, Raid-Bot began to drive into the nearest wall(due to the 'technician's' tampering causing a loop).

[User]
RB scanned the tags and searched through his database. Noticing a few errors in his system, he decided it'd be more convenient to simply take this man at his word.

"Friendly acknowledged, this unit is identified as -error designation modified by unauthorized source, please seek administrator assistance or ignore this message-" After finishing the statement, he chose to ignore the error and state the new designation instead. "Raid-bot."

"Thank you for the assistance, these raiders tampered with my internal systems." He gestured to the corpses, if it weren't for his lack of a mouth there would likely be a large smile plastered across his faceplate. "Threat detected...terminating."

As he finished his statement, the minigun on his arm began to whirr as he fired a small burst into a twitching raider. "Threat terminated."

[Assistant]
Andrei draped the holotags back around his neck. This particular AI had evidently fashioned itself as a proud sort. "You didn't even read them. I'll have to do some more work on your software later. Assuming you plan on joining me," Andrei said, " 'Raid-Bot' ."
 He swept his eyes around the room before returning to the front of the store. He picked a few worn-down 9mm bullets off of the Raider bodies as he passed.

Exiting on to the street, Andrei watched for even the slightest movement, his gaze moving across every small detail of the surrounding buildings. Satisfied that this wasn't some Raider trap, he sat down on a bench just to the side of the door. Andrei drew his Browning- and deftly removed the magazine, then ejected the chambered round. He caught the loose bullet, and returned it to its place in the mag. Next, he stripped the gun, inspecting every part of the slide and frame.

Andrei took a small bottle of gun oil and a rag from a pouch on his right hip, and went to work giving the pistol a good cleaning.

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France sighed, running her hands through her hair in frustration. She knew it was bad out here in the wastes, but what the girl didn't expect was the overwhelming solitude that had taken these lands. As far as the eye could see there was some revenant of the old world, leaving behind a mere shadow of what it used to be. The carcasses of cars, the ruinous buildings… it must have looked fantastic in its prime. Damn those Kollier bastards! Why'd they have to burn the world?!

Looking up, France struggled to look past the overcast to try and view the suns location, mostly because that's what she's been following for days now. How long has it been… maybe a little over a week. Yep, west was a long road to follow, and it was unknown how much farther she'd be able to travel. All in all, things have been tolerable; there's always a settlement every once in a while, and they might even be nice enough to let you in for the night. They may change their tune if the townsmen ever found out that their cities were being marked down on a large piece of paper, but if France was dumb enough to allow that, then her body just might be in a ditch right now. Thankfully, all the inns so far have been generous enough to provide their guests with privacy; after all, France has been a busy girl indeed.

Across one big piece of parchment a path westward has been drawn, starting at Vault 117, New Kannon City. Charlotte was the first stop, those towering ruins beckoned like land to a drowner. Unfortunately, it wasn't very fruitful. The settlement there had formed a cult who worshiped the woman it was named after, who they claimed was the queen of some place called Great Britain. France could only raise a brow at this, they were surely crazy. Charlotte was the warrior queen of Gailing who led her armies to ultimately conquer all 15 of the Barbaros Islands, as well as the most ruthless dictator the archipelago had ever seen. The cultists had failed to see reason though, and promptly chased the young woman from their walls.

Thinking back to that, it was probably a bad idea to lecture individuals who worship mass murderers. Never the less, The Cult of Charlotte was added to the map. It was good to find friendly places like Ash Town after such a bad experience, and it will be mentioned in the notes that they'd make good trading partners in the future. They had the most delightful rodent medley there, the mole rat was so juicy and tender…

Feeling her stomach growl, France stops, removing her backpack and rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a simple can. Resuming the forward march, she pops the top and brings the Pork n' Beans to her mouth, taking a swig every once in a while to satiate her needs. While it wasn't bad, the ancient foodstuffs could never compare to fresh eats, and it was a deep hope that there was a settlement nearby serving up a good Brahmin steak.

Hoping to spot some semblance of humanity, she takes a moment to survey the landscape. Wrecked buildings, scrap, what looks like a supermarket, and… was that a man? It was brief, but for a moment France could have sworn she saw a figure before it dived behind a pile of refuse. Maybe he knows the way to civilization? With no regard to safety, she starts stupidly waving her hands in the direction of the hidden figure, walking in his direction and shouting. "Hey there friend! You wouldn't happen to know how far off the next town is, would you?"

[Assistant]
From the East on highway 64 came Sophie Quilla to Memphis, though she had already departed the highway and made it onto the more conventional streets stitched amongs the buildings in the main city. Somerville wasn't too far as cities went, in a car it would be less than an hour away. However, on foot, Sophie had spent the entire day before trekking under the hot sun, from dusk to dawn, walking down nearly 50 miles of road. Only the threat of raiders and other thieves made the night a less desirable setting for the journey. Though she was still tired and sore from the previous day of walking, but her rations wouldn't last forever, and Sophie felt like she had a mission to complete. It was a bit chilly, which Sophie's safari explorer get-up wasn't the best suited for, but she hoped at least that she wouldn't seem too ridiculous.

The UAF soldiers that had interrupted her secluded existence mentioned their outpost in Memphis, and described a building reminding her of the Memphis Pyramid. Unfortunately she had never visited the building in person, having no need to visit a sporting goods center before the war. Neither from the highway nor right now could Sophie see the outpost on the horizon, and she didn't think she'd ever be able to recognize the building from afar. Considering that the city looked like it had taken a direct hit during the Great War, Sophie assumed that the glass pyramid had most likely been shattered or completely destroyed.

Now in the midst of a ruined city, Sophie had resorted to wandering blindly in search of human life that didn't shoot her on sight. After rounding a corner a few blocks away from a major intersection, out of the corner of her eye Sophie could see a person-shaped blot slumped up against the buildings. Sophie left her beat-up shopping cart full of old books in the middle of the street while she approached the person to get a closer look, without her glasses she couldn't tell much about them. "Pssst, hey there!" Sophie said, not too loudly, as she jogged up to the person, "Hey, do you know where-" Sophie clamped her hand over her mouth to hold in a scream as the body came into focus. It was just a corpse, burned to death with lasers. Sophie could distinguish the wounds from those caused by plasma. Still covering her own mouth, Sophie walked backwards slowly until she reached the cart, and then looked around frantically. As soon as she did so, she heard a voice shouting from down the street. A woman who had entered the area from another street.

"Hey there friend! You wouldn't happen to know how far off the next town is, would you?"

'You dope! Don't you know there's some kind of killer on the loose around here!?' Sophie thought. She decided she would have to watch this person from a safe distance. There was no way she could help this person if she drew out an attacker, but if that happened Sophie could at least see who was nearby.

The plan was to quickly run until she could get a good view of France, then hide in the closest building, and to do it all silently. Though she took the sidewalk rather than run through the middle of the street, Sophie's approach was anything but silent. Her heavy feet stomped loudly as she run, the shopping cart squeaked like mad, and just as soon as France became a visible though indistinguishable blob in her vision, Sophie dove through an already shattered bistro window with the cart, knocking it over and dumping out all the books on the floor. Then she poked her head out to see if any other blobs approached the one shouting and waving her arms about. Oblivious to her own lack of ability in stealth, Sophie readied her empty 9mm pistol in preparation.

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Sarah gave out a quiet sigh of relief as she heard the stranger's footsteps continue on, having paused as she followed him. Her skills of stealth and small frame had allowed her to remain undetected in her stalking, behind the obliterated shell of an old pick-up. She had no ill-intent, merely tailing him in hopes that he would stumble upon some form of supplies he didn't need, or those which he'd discard in order to make room for new things. As he began his stride again, she rounded the vehicle's flatbed, crouched and silent Sarah moved from cover to cover behind the man and into the supermarket.

Hearing the sound of steel on brick as he began to scan the aisles one by one, Sarah decided it would be best to take cover in the first aisle he'd checked, and wait until he had left. Soon after he left the room however, the young woman could hear him begin to converse with what sounded like some form of Protectron, but different in some way that she couldn't quite place.

"Threat detected...terminating." She heard the robot's mechanical voice croak out, in a panic she lay her body completely flat on the ground - and if the bot's fire came her way she'd lay down as many shots as possible, then get the hell out of dodge. Though when the small burst of automatic fire sounded out throughout the building, the slushing of coagulated blood was the only noise that followed the gunshots, except the autonomous "Threat terminated."

She did her best to remain utterly silent, it seemed that the robot's targeting systems were malfunctioning and would likely fire upon anything that moved. Except the man, for whatever possible reason that was. Sarah needed to get out of there and she knew it. But there was one problem with that; he was now sat outside cleaning his weapon with the bot likely patrolling the area. She took this as an opportunity to flee, but was mortified as she turned and slipped on a pool of blood which she had somehow failed to notice. With a thunderous crash the few heavy items that remained upon the shelves came tumbling down to the floor.

"Fuck." She said aloud to herself, laying flat on her back. She gripped the handles of each of her pistols respectively, pulling them from their leather holsters and remaining locked in place, waiting for the man to come and investigate.

[Assistant]
With the sound of something heavy colliding with the floor, Raid-Bot instantly turned his attention (and his weapon of course) to the source of the noise. He put a bit more power into his motion sensors in order to find the new threat, only to find that nothing was moving.

"Potential threat detected. Captain Andrei, did you come alone?" Raid-bot asked instead of opening fire. It would have been easy to just shred everything in the general direction the noise had come from, but Raid-bot preferred to conserve some ammunition if possible. If possible, he would attempt to deal with this new threat without tearing through his ammo. A quick scan of the 'technician' that he had run over before was enough evidence that he could still do so capably.


[System]
NICKNAME: Milli; Melia

AGE(19-25): 23

GENDER: Fem

EX: Hunter Monroe

FAVORITE MUSIC: Classical/Blues/Country/Soft Rock

FAVORITE COLOR: Teal

HOBBY(s): Painting, Singing, Listening to Live Music, Horseback Riding, and Running

ANIMALS: 3 year old Husky mix named Komodo/12 month old boxer mix named Nellie

PERSONALITY: Amelia is strong- willed and independent. Her friends would describe her as stubborn and set in her ways. She has a hard time trusting and often blocks others out to protect herself. This is why her last relationship failed. She is loyal and would do anything for those she cares for.

CAR: 2015 Teal in Color Jeep Grand Cherokee

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER:
Piercings- Naval/Medusa(Middle of Upper Lip)/Gaged Ears

MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Veterinary Medicine

OTHER: Only her ex knows that she sings.

[User]
He knew that voice. His face paled, making his black clothing looked darker and his skin a more ghastly white. Only one woman in his life could reach that decibel level that quickly. Delilah's rage and insults came fast and loud and he was just about as likely to dodge them as he could a bullet. All eyes were on him, it was like their little couple's dispute was the latest episode of reality TV or some shit. Great, not only was his ex blemishing his heavenly Spring Break vacation, she had probably just completely ruined the chances of him getting lucky tonight. He had to try to recover, somehow, if that was even possible...

"Woah, Bombs, I thought we were cool?" his old pet name for her slid off his tongue as easy as the word 'the' or 'I', it was like second nature. He backed up half a step, bumping into Grant in the process. "Stalking you? No way, this was their idea, I only agreed to the place at the promise of an open bar." he tried to smooth over the awkwardness with a smile and a shrug. Without his conscious effort, his eyes briefly scanned her body and the way her jean shorts highlighted her legs that went on for days. Beneath a flyaway gray sweater she wore a bikini that hardly contained her and accented her luscious curves in all the best ways -- a stirring in his loins shocked him back into reality. Woah, noooo, him and her? They were trouble together, it was over and it would remain so. He wasn't sure if it was the residual rage, or if she had noticed his lingering, dumbfounded stare, but the next thing he knew, he had martini clinging to his hair and dripping down his face.

And just like that, she was gone in a flash; leaving him wide-eyed, soaking wet, and standing in front of a large audience of judgemental, drama-hungry eyes. He offered up another awkward smile and lifted his hands open in a defensive position "Okayyyy, I think I need a drink now." he said with a laugh.

[Assistant]
Amelia turned her head just as she heard Jareth'a name roll of Lila's tongue. Her eyes widened at the sight of not only Jareth, but Grant and Hunter also. The three men the trio of girls planned this trip to get over. Amelia stood to go try to usher Lila away from Jareth, before the girl in rage clawed her ex blind, but just as she went to reach for Lila's hand the martini contents flew into Jareth's hair and over his face. Amelia covered her mouth in shock, and stood there stunned as Lila stormed off. She had never seen Lila get this upset, especially over some ex. Boys were always easy for Lila to find- she was drop dead gorgeous. So what had her hung on Jareth? Because it was very clear that the tension in the former relationship was not over.

The way Jareth handled it made Amelia want to throw her drink on him too, but she wasn't wasting her liquor. Her called her 'bombs' and the way his eyes scavenged her body like a blood-thirst wolf made Amelia's nostrils flair in anger. Amelia forgot about her food and downed half her drink in two swallowed before placing a hand on Dela's thigh and whispering to her- "I'll go take care of her. We will meet you on the beach, okay? Just meet us at the lounge chairs. Don't talk to them, Dela. Don't stoop to their level," She kissed Dela's cheek and ran past all the guys. For the first time since their split she glanced to Hunter. Her heart ached with the memories of a relationship full of shared laughs and adventurous fun. But with a half-hearted smile she kept jogging back to the room. Once she arrived she knocked on Lila's door, "Love dove, can I come in, please?"" She said softly against the wooden painted door of the bedroom.

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Adelisa's face paled much more than she could've hoped for. As Amelia left, her eyes widened and she was alone. With all three exes. The server arrived with her drinks and she looked down. Yeah, she was a hard liquor kind of girl and she definitely needed it now. She downed the two shots with ease and sipped on her vodka. She looked over at the three men that destroyed her and her friends. It was difficult looking at them, it really was.

She sighed and said to herself "so they leave me with them and I'm expected not to talk to them… great." She looked over at Jareth and sighed. She was going to be the bigger person, as they were all friends once, and grabbed some napkins. Standing up, she walked over to him and handed him a thing of napkins. She didn't speak, but she knew he was also on vacation and she didn't want anyone to have a sucky vacation.

She said "we may be enemies, but everyone deserves to have fun on vacation. Just… stay away from Delilah. Oh, and I want my guitar back. She gave it to you and I want it back at some point." She glanced at the three before rolling her glazed over eyes and walking back to her seat. She sipped her vodka and smiled at the girl that walked over to her. The girl was in a string bikini and said in a high-pitched voice "Oh Em Gee! My boyfriend loves that band! Where did you get that shirt?"

She shook her head and removed the shirt, exposing her bikini clad body to the world, and handed the shirt to the girl. "Here, take it. I have more shirts from them anyway." The girl grinned and said her thank you-s before walking away, leaving Adelisa back to her vodka.

[Assistant]
Grant stared in disbelief as Delilah drenched Jareth with her martini. The two of them had never been exactly close- actually, none of Addie's friends had ever liked him all that much, less so after the breakup- but he'd never seen her that upset before. Amelia, Hunter's ex, left soon after she did, but not before giving Hunter a look that he wasn't sure how to describe. But inevitably, Grant's eyes drifted to Adelisa, who was... stripping? He watched her hand her shirt to some girl who walled away, and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to run back to the condo and get her something to wear. He didn't like the way some of the other guys at the restaurant had started to look at her.

He looked at his soaked friend. "Yeah, I think you do need a drink," he decided, walking over to the bar and ordering a shot of whiskey for the two of them- he didn't want Hunter getting any more inebriated, and he didn't look like he wanted to either. All the guys looked mostly stunned, unsure what to act now that their exes were here. He downed his shot in one go and turned to them. "I've got to talk to Adelisa," he said quickly and quietly, before moving to occupy the bar seat that had been Amelia's. "Can I count on you to not throw your drink at me?" He asked with a weak smile, looking at her. Jeez, seeing her was like a punch to the gut, especially with the upset look on her face. Friends, friends, that's what we are, he reminded himself. He could not touch her at all, not to comfort her of for anything else.

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Drinks, Girls, games, and Over priced hotel rooms, that is all Hunter was expecting from this vacation. Then he heard it. 'What the fuck are you doing here?" Delilah, Though she was not alone. Both Adelisa and Amelia were there with her.

Hunter turned the video camera several times trying to get the full picture of hat was going on. "...Awkward..." Before he knew it there was shouting on restraining orders, Alcohol in the air, alcohol on Jareth, and Delilah and Amelia leaving. Both Grant and Jareth went for drinks, Hunter knew he had enough, Plus he figured it was best to keep a level head tonight. If things went too bad he'd have a drink later.

he went up to Jareth and Grant. "Um guys... I'ma go... Check something out... If I am not back in the hotel room tonight don't worry. If I am not back by lunch tomorrow, feel free to worry then." Hunter walked off to go after Delilah and Amelia. On his way he decided to shut off the camera, maybe not the best idea to have that playing well this all played out.

It didn't take long to find the two, he considered trying to get into the security office, but he found Amelia and Delilah pretty fast. Right outside there door... Where they going to break in for payback?! Hunter started running to the door, then he realized... they weren't trying to get into his room... They were going for another room, the one across the damn hall.

He walked up to Amelia. "So what are the chances huh? The Six of us go on a vacation to avoid each other, but not only do we do the same kind of vacation, we get the same hotel and rooms right across from each other." He knew they had broken up, but he hated to see people miserable. "Look, I know we may not have gotten off on the best of feet, and I know I am a little bit wasted, But I saw how Delilah was." He stopped for a moment. "I don't know how bad her and Jareth's break up was, but that is not what we should be worried about right now." He took a deep breath, he sucked with words. "Point is, How can I help?"

[Assistant]
Amelia was standing at the door waiting for Lila to let her in when Hunter's voice startled her. She turned to face him and smiled softly, Hunter was always the caring kind even when he was intoxicated. She looked back to the closed door when he asked how could he help. She honestly had no clue. If Hunter was standing here when Lila went to open the door she might rip his eyeballs out.

"Thank you for wanting to help, Hunter, but Lila is not going to be one to want to talk to her ex's friend. Their break-up was pretty heart breaking, Lila never really got over it as you can tell. If you could just, you know, keep Jareth at bay. I know he will not come after her, but I also saw the way he looked at her." Amelia crossed her arms over her chest, her strapless bikini top and hip hugging bottoms didn't do much to keep her warm. A shiver ran through her body as she rubbed her hands up and down her biceps.

Amelia looked back to the door, avoiding Hunter's eyes. "If she does come out do not tell her you guys are across the hallway from us, please. Lila has never been this broken hearted over a guy." Amelia turned to look back to him, her long light brown hair falling over her right eye. At least she could hide behind her bangs. Amelia hugged the see through tank they'll around her trim figure. This was awkward, she hoped Lila let her in soon before one of them said something they didn't mean or something to potentially hurt each other. As she was standing the sand in her shoes was uncomfortable, so Amelia bent over to take them off. Amelia had always been find of her legs. She was a fairly tall girl with a slim build and a small curve in her hips and thighs. Amelia pulled her shoes off and held them together in one hand as she knocked on the door again. "Lila, I'm here, boo. Do you want me to come in? Or do you need to be alone?" Amelia said softly against the door. She was very concerned about Lila and hated to see one of her best friends get upset.