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Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 197lbs

Akio is a quiet fellow who tends to stick to himself and his music. When he does talk, his voice suprises others by being deeper then his appearance let's on. (Mid bass) Akio keeps to himself mainly because he's never been good at making friends, since he doesn't know how to speak to those he doesn't know. Even so he is quick to act in defense of others even at the cost of his own safety. Due to his past he hates violence, but will not hesitate to use it if necessary to protect others. Akio is particularly fond of pokey, and can easily be bribed with a box or two to do others work sometimes.

Akio Shiazaka had a short life, though not as short as others in the strange school in the afterlife. He grew up in an what could be considered an average home, with the exception of an abusive father that is. Akiro grew up with two younger sisters, and was extremley protective of them. His father, constantly drunk, left Akio to care for his sisters. Almost nightly Akira father would attempt to head one of them in a drunken rage. More often than not any beatings that would have been given to them Akio would take upon himself by angering his father. Akios escape from all of this was school. Youd never know his situation at home with his grades, being a straight A student. But his favorite escape was music. Whenever he could he had practiced in a violin in his free time at school, and his teachers had taken notice. After all, his normal demeanor of goofy and class clown never led anyone to think he was good at much besides his classwork. Most of the other children made fun of him often and excluded him from their groups because of it.
In Akios early highschool years he had also picked up martial art classes while in gym, mainly to have an excuse for the brusies that he would aquire nightly from his father. But he also wanted to fight back. To protect his sisters beter than he could now. Finaly one night his father came home drunker than usual, and had dragged one of his siters through the house by her hair for some minor issue.

That's when everything changed.

Akiro caught his father to protect his sister and keep her from harm. And while his practice in gym helped, it wasn't enough. His father's sheer size and power ovewhelmed him, and using a bottle he had managed to not only give him a cuncussion and knock Akiro out, but ended up cutting his arms and hands pretty bad. When he awoke, he was at a hospital. He was plauged by investigators asking about some intruder that had broken in and attacked him. Realizing his father must have told some wild story to escape trouble, Akio told them he couldn't remember anything, and asked what had happened to his arms when he realized both they and his hands we're bandaged. His arms and hands had been sliced pretty deep, cutting a lot of tendons.

He was told that hed likely never hav major use of his hands again other than simple tasks.

Eventually Akio was released to go home and he was in a perpetual state of depression. He could never again so the one thing he loved most: play his violin. Hardly a week after his return home his father once again return home in a drunken stupor, yelling and screaming him and his sisters. Akio snapped and attacked his father with a nearby lamp, but with his wounds he did nothing at all. His father grabbed the lamp and hit Akio in the temple, knocking him over. Again Akio blacked out, the criedls of his sisters filling his thoughts. However, this time he didn't wake up in the hospital. In fact, her never see his sisters again. He had awoken in a strange school and been informed he was dead.

Other: Currently others other than the class president only know he isn't a NPC because he frequently finishes his classwork early and can be heard on the roof playing gentle melodies on his signature violin he carries with him everywhere.

[User]
Eiko Kurosawa

In the far distance Eiko could hear Christmas songs over the heavy winds, she had tied off part the cut sleeve that should've housed her right arm, she kept her left hand on the bleeding injury as she did her best to get as far as she could from the Fenrir compound, snow began sticking to Eiko's clothes and bare face, she wasn't dressed for the harsh weather, Eiko stomped her feet with each step she took, she was walking across a long plain and could see a city far away through the snow and wind, part of Eiko knew that she wasn't going to make it to the city, she knew that she was more than likely gonna freeze to death or die from blood loss.

Eiko took a look back and made out a thin long trail of blood tracing back to the compound, fires started to happen at the compound and Eiko knew that she couldn't make it back, the way forwards was even longer than the way back but Eiko felt like she'd be finished soon, she took two more weak steps in the snow before she dropped to her knees she let go of her wound and put her bloodied hand in the cold snow." I'm already numb." She said to herself in a tone as cold as the weather.

Eiko collapsed onto her hand before just falling into the snow she closed her eyes and just accepted her fate, she could feel herself slipping away and could feel her blood begin to pool up under her in the cold snow staining it. Suddenly she began to feel warm, suddenly feeling started to return to her right arm, she could feel her fingers and even wiggle them as well along with her thumb, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around to see that she in some kind of courtyard, she was rested against a tree.

Eiko quickly assessed the situation she was in, her right arm was back again and she could even move it, she had on different clothes than her black cargo pants and black pull over hoodie, she was wearing what looked like a uniform or some kind of strange outfit, it reminded her of the time she was forced to go to a high school once, She looked around seeing what looked like a giant school or an academy.

Eiko got to her feet and saw someone run up into the school like they were in a hurry, she noticed others were walking up into the school as well, but before Eiko could really get to the school or even act, the sky began to darken, and a somewhat annoying voice crackled to life on a hidden pa system that Eiko couldn't spot, the voice told them that there would be a storm after the wind began to pick up and the sky darkened.

Before Eiko could do anything herself, she was grabbed by a teacher and huddled together with many other students, she was soon herded with the other students into a shelter along with the other students, Eiko pushed others that gotten too close to her as she was herded with the others into the shelter.

But the Shelter just looked like a giant indoor basketball court, or some type of stage with bleachers, Eiko took her eyes off the various different things around her and her small nose was assaulted with the smell of spicy rice like the voice on the PA told them, Eiko didn't take the rice feeling this could be something similar to the Jonestown Koolaid. Eiko went to try to be on her own she didn't want to be crowded around the others that were in the small shelter.

[Assistant] Shiba looked around seeing everyone come in things were getting interesting considering how Shiba could see a few puerile with actual will. Maybe it was the wrong way to phrase that but to think that there were people questioning everything happening. Shiba took a spot in the corner to people watch, he wasn't hungry yet so he wouldn't get any of the spicy rice. For now Shiba would simply wait to see what happens if anyone wants to talk to him great if nobody does also great. At this point Shiba would just be an observer until the time came for him to leave...

[User] Akio arrived in the shelter, quickly loosing his one person audience as he easily weaved between students and teachers alike. The sounds of the piano that frequented the halls were still fading but fresh in His mind. His destination was a set of bleachers that were realatively deserted which could leave him space to relax. Quickly Akio acended the steps until he found a nice perch from atop to view the massive crowd that was forming. The noise was getting quite loud with the chatter of friends and groups blathering on about the storm. Carefully he removed his violin and now and prepared to play yet another song, the same one he had heard on his way to the shelter. Looking over the crowd he began to play, imagining that they had come to hear him preform. He stood at the top of the mostly deserted bleachers with his eyes closed as the notes rose from his violin, swaying gently. Ever so slowly the din began to lessen as the majority of the students began to listen to the song. By the time the last note left it, it had become almost deathly silent. Opening his eyes Akio felt his face redden as he found the many eyes of the student npcs upon him. He wasn't quite sure what to do so he merely sat down after a slight bow and began to replace his violin within its case.


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Appearance: Tamzen stands at about 3 foot 5. They have sandy skin, dark grey eyes and very short black hair that looks like they may have tried to cut it themself to... mixed results. They almost always where a wooden mask resembling horned owl, which hides the fact that their face is badly scarred with three deep claw marks, one narrowly missing their left eye. Their left ear also appears to have a small tear in it, while the right one has two piercings that resemble very large thorns. Their clothes are monk robes that use very warm, autumnal colours, though not in the best condition as they are all tattered and stained with dirt.

Race: Ghostwise Halfling

Occupation: Wanderer, healer and acolyte

Memories: Tamzen heralds from a small, secluded village and all of their memories prior to leaving are actually quite vivid. They were the second of two children and in contrast to their responsible older brother - and the person they themself would eventually become - they were a something of a wild child. They were constantly disobeying the rules laid down by their parents and the village elders, and essentially bullying the other village children into going along with their various schemes. Eventually, this lead to an incident involving in which, on dare to see who was brave enough to enter a nearby cave, Tamzen and another young halfling were attacked by some kind of creature the likes of which neither had ever seen. Tamzen received a nasty claw to their face and their friend was almost killed, when a stranger wearing a goat mask fended on the creature and brought the two halflings back to their village. Tamzen had passed out during the journey but when they awoke, they found the wound on their face was healed - albeit leaving a rather nasty scar - and their friend in stable condition. The stranger, who they later found out was called Alda, had apparently used some kind of power to heal both of them in a way that none of the village healers could.

Now, Tamzen's village was very wary of outsiders, and this particular stranger seemed to make them very uncomfortable. Alda was about the same height as a halfling but had a greenish tint to her skin, with oversized ears and hands that more resembled claws. However, she had saved two of their own, so she was permitted to stay in the village for a couple of days, though most of the people kept their distance from her and warned their young not to associate with her. Obviously, Tamzen didn't listen. They wanted to thank Alda for saving them and their friend - who they felt extremely guilty for putting in danger - and they rarely got the chance to speak to someone outside their village. So they managed to sneak into the small hut Alda was staying in and, over the next few days, the two started to form a friendship. Alda wasn't like the other adults in the village. She always answered their questions and told them about things they'd never heard of.

For example, Alda explained she was part of an order dedicated to the restoration of the land. She told Tamzen that the land 'very, very sick', that this 'sickness' was responsible for creatures like the one that had attacked them, and if nothing was done, this sickness may cause this land - or even the entire world - to become uninhabitable. All members of this order wore animal masks in order to connect them to nature and remind them of their duty to the land. While Tamzen didn't entirely understand everything she said, they felt the urgency and importance of what Alda was doing, and felt a strong desire to help her, unlike anything they had ever felt. While they loved their village and the people in it, they'd always felt restless here, like they didn't quite belong. Compared to their peers and their older brother, they'd never felt like they had a place, never sure what they wanted to do with their life, which was probably part of the reason for their mischief. In Alda, they suddenly saw some sense of purpose, so when the day come that Alda was set to leave the village, Tamzen said they wanted to with them.

Some of the village immediately took against this, obviously, as it had been a long time since one of them had left and saw it as a disturbance in the status quo. After all, if Tamzen left, what would stop others from following their example? On the other hand, not everyone felt that way. Some argued that Tamzen was coming to the age when they would be considered an adult, and still very reckless and bold. Perhaps this journey was what would be needed to calm their wild spirit and make them into an upstanding citizen. After much deliberating, the elders eventually decided to let Tamzen go, but before they left, as was tradition, they were given a small vial of water from the neighbouring river to be worn around their neck as a reminder of where they had come from.

After that, Tamzen's memories become very patchwork. They spent a lot of time traveling, saw a lot of people and places, all the while learning from Alda. Alda taught Tamzen many things about both the order and the world in general, such as about various gods including a obscure nature deity that she and the other members of the order worshiped - though Tamzen can no longer recall the name of this deity - how to use one's life force to both heal AND hurt others, and how to speak and understand Terran and Primordial, both languages used by the order and the former of which used in all their scripture. During that time, Tamzen matured a great deal, losing their wilder nature and becoming entirely dedicated to their duty. Eventually, Alda gave Tamzen their own mask, which she had made herself, and resembled an owl in honour of Tamzen's surname 'Silentflight'. Tamzen also remembers that Alda did say after giving this mask that she was going to take them to meet the other members of their order to get fully inducted, though they can't remember if she ever got round to this. They also don't remember what happened to Alda, whether she died or left, only that at some point, Tamzen found themself traveling alone, though still fulfilling the teachings of their mentor.

As for Tamzen's death, they don't remember how or when they died, nor do they seem to care much. In fact, they seem to find their new state merely a way for them to better fulfill their responsibilities, even seeing it as being in some way advantageous as they no longer feel burdened by the weaknesses of the living. They also have gotten it into their heads that the Gestalt is some sort of saviour figure, that they are the answer to saving this land that their order was trying so desperately to find, and that the spirits that are bound to the Gestalt are key to aiding this cause.

Other:
- Goes by they/them pronouns.

- Despite claiming that the past is past and that their fellow spirits should forget about their past lives to focus fully on helping the Gestalt, Tamzen is very protective of the vial of water given to them by the village and will become very anxious if it is endangered.

- Tamzen almost never removes their mask in the presence of others, partly due to their loyalty to their order but also because they don't want people to see their scars. This isn't so much because they hate the look of the scars themselves but because they are a reminder of their recklessness during youth, which they feel a great deal of shame towards.

[User] One moment, Graham Douglas had been the undisputed master of all he surveyed. The next, he had been bleeding out on the ground, a knife shoved into his back by his traitorous right hand man. And now here he was. Rather than heading off to whatever afterlife was waiting for him, Graham instead found himself in a crumbling temple with with a bunch of other dead people all surrounding a girl who was still clearly alive and sleeping soundly on the temple's altar. Though he was incapable of moving away from where he appeared, Graham had the fortune of appearing within sitting distance of one of the few long chairs that time had yet to break beyond use. As he sat down, Graham heard the others start talking and introducing themselves, so Graham figured he'd get in on that. "Graham Douglas." Graham introduced himself. "By the by, does anyone else 'ave this strange feelin' in the back o' their 'eads that somethin' dangerous is 'eaded this way or is that just death makin' me go a bit loopy?"

[Assistant]
As the four were trying to figure out what was going on with their situation, the girl began to rouse. Strangely enough as she was becoming conscious, everyone would feel more mobile. They were able to move around her, though no further than five feet or so. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked around. For a moment she seemed shocked. She was quiet and you could all tell she was afraid. Yet at the same time, despite being so much smaller, so much weaker, there was a certain level of defiance within her. As if she was ready to fight despite how hopelessly outmatched she would be. "Who are you all? You're not... Did you just come here? You don't look like the monsters in these lands." Yin gulped. She had no weapons, not even a rock, but her hands were held tightly to her chest as if to protect her vitals. "I'm Yin... Do you all live here?"

Whisper would also notice something now that they have awakened mentally. The altar the girl sat upon was dedicated to a certain deity. The name would elude them due to the void in their memories, but off the top of their heads Whisper could remember their had something to do with voyaging and safe passage: sensible things to want in this pastoral coastal ruin. Whisper himself would know that there are similar deities within the realm of death, such as the Ferryman of Souls. Perhaps it was no coincidence that Whisper would awaken here then, in this place meant to guide people to their destination, be it new lands or an afterlife. As for Graham, while most of his memories unrelated to his vengeance are also a blur, something about some of the ruined iconography was familiar. It was strange because the markings weren't anything like what was on the altar. But it would only take a moment for him to remember some cult or religion that was rather notable back in his city that had the tendency to plaster their symbols everywhere, especially in temples. Even if Graham is not a religious man, he would know that such graffiti had one purpose: marking an enemy area as your territory. Perhaps it was no time that brought this temple to ruin after all.

That foreboding feeling was still coming. And for some it was heard. Tamzen was able to hear the flaps of a large winged creature: this was no mere bird. Something much bigger, and was moving fast and with purpose. It was uncertain to know if they realized Yin was here but Tamzen could at least recognize some flying creature was approaching the area due north. As for the others, Alsei would only need a short moment to realize that Yin was overly malnourished. Any strenuous physical activity would drain her quickly, and there was no doubt that if anything came by to attack her, her chances of survival was slim. The fact she survived for this long was nothing short of a miracle. PAL would approach, it's body largely functional however many parts of it's chassis and equipment were rusted and in a state of ruin. The flail heads were gone, likely lost underneath the sand, the tabard was eaten away but insects, and the shield was warped and rusted as well. It would take some time to fix PAL back to it's previous state, but it was still functional nonetheless.

[User]
As the other two introduced themselves, Tamzen looked over their new companions once again, eyes lingering on Whisper in particular. They hadn't encountered many kenku in their travels, but they were pretty sure that skeletal, eyeless face was not a common trait. Did it have something to do with how he had died? None of the others showed such severe disfigurements, meaning either the kenku's death had been particularly horrific or there was something else at play here.

The halfling didn't have too long to comtemplate what to do about this before the woman on the altar finally awoke. Tamzen turned their head towards her. Just as they were about to open their mouth to answer her queries, however, their pointed ears suddenly pricked up as they became aware of large wingbeats, slowly growing louder and louder.

"Something's coming," they said. They pointed northwards. "From over that way." They looked back at Yin. "It appears we are not safe here. Do you know how to fight?" They then glanced at the other members of the group. "Do any of you know how to fight or..." They looked down at their ghostly hands. Could they even fight like this? They weren't even sure if they could move, let alone hit something. They shook their head. "I think we should consider retreating, find a place to hide, get our bearings."


[System]
Tenshi
Age: Unknown, possibly several thousand years old.

Race: Angel.

Race info: Though she maybe called an angel, Tenshi is more like a walking weapon of mass destruction, possessing enough power to challenge pretty much anyone short of god himself and come out on top, she's able to endure almost any kind of attack as well as survive without the need of water, food or even air.

Job/study?: Tenshi is a NEET, she doesn't work or study, simply because these things don't appeal to her interests. She lives with a very unlucky young male priest at a hilltop chapel somewhere on the oldest part of the city.

After some recent developments she began to work part-time at a café near the city colloseum, the fact that she found it rather interesting is making Tenshi consider to find other activities to occupy her time, but what could her do?

More info:

- Likes to read a lot, recently she has gotten really into shoujo manga, and keeps burning the church's money to buy every one she lays her eyes on.
- Is a total lazyass unless something catches her interest. People say that god kicked her out because of this, though she never confirms nor denies it.
- Has zero concept of personal space or modesty, to the point that it's not uncommon to find some of her underwear laying around the chapel's living quarters.
- Actually likes the priest, but can't spit it out to him.

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Maybe I'll add more about the priest later, for now know that he's a shy guy, who's actually a half-vampire and that he gets flustered over Tenshi's antics very easily.

[User]
Lance was currently in his office which was about a block away from Colosseum. He had been working on some paper work for the past hour. What the paper work was for though was something that he was keeping a secret even from his own employees. He stretched after he finished his work and started to head off in the direction of one of his employees who was currently guarding someone at the cafe. Lance had a few masks with him, each able to change his body or give him super strength or super speed. He never liked rings, or jewelry to do that for him.

Maig in the mean time had just finished up a deal with the centaur about the Skooma. He had other wares the he sold was well and they were typically black market items at that, his most common was banned enchanted items. Maig turned his attention towards the lady with the cats and other animals. While he himself was a feline he didn't actually like cats and was more of a dog person himself. As Maig started to leave he saw the angle near by. He left her buisness card without saying a word. It stated who he was and what he dealt in, this angel seemed like a big spender to him and he figured it would never be a bad idea to get more customers.

[Assistant]
the fire was attracting a bit of attention, but this was not that unusual. its not everyday that you see a robotic burning wolf. he finally arrived at the cafe, but he now had the problem of entering the building without burning it down. perhaps he could open the door this way.. he drew one of his blades and pushed the door open. he walked up tho the counter. "i need some water as soon as possible. trust me on this one." he grabbed the water glass from the confused and shocked cashier, and pored it over his head, finally quenching the flames.

"thank god...can i have a sandwich? or hot chocolate?" he gave the cashier a small coin made of pure top grade gold, a neutronian penny. he could not understand why people gae him so much for these things, as they where near useless to him. the could at least take a anti-mater dollar. shesh.

he grabbed his marker and walked over to a table next to the person with 20 different pets. he put the marker down the marker, and knelt down to pet the small dragon. "mind if i pick him up? i had one like him once."

[User]
Edo smiled as the girl sat down. It was nice to have company, though Edo didn't really acknowledge the girl's presence. She giggled a bit though when Hallow began to tug at the girl's wing. Out of the corner of her eye, Edo noticed the girl pick up Hallow and put her on her lap, she seemed so happy that the girl was enjoying Hallow's company. She picked up Teru off her shoulder and put her on the girl's lap.
"This one's Teru. the one that tugged on your wing is Hallow," Edo said, smiling sweetly at the girl before returning to her work.
When a thing in a suit showed up and asked about Meima, Edo's baby dragon.
"Sure. That's Meima. She's female by the way. And watch out she can be a little bit destructive. She can breathe fire and spit acid. It can be bad. But don't worry, she means no harm," Edo said, not really looking up at the strange thing.

[Assistant]
"My lord, the clan is ready"said Koga phasing into the courtyard.

Sitting on his throne Varo gazed at his kin. As he went to stand a swirl of shadows engulfed him then fell from his body like water revealing his chaos armor and his katana's.
"We will spilt in to three groups. Koga..you and the Vatiyo take the west end, Ryu the east end and ill take the Bradual with me down south" He laughed." Something tells me this is going to be fun"

[User]
"Hmm... thank you..." Tenshi said to the blue haired girl as she petted both kittens that were on her lap now. It was then that a kind of catman passed by the table where they were and placed a business card in front of Tenshi, before leaving without saying a thing. Perhaps he was a salesperson to a company that she never have heard about, nevertheless, Tenshi doubted that he would like to do business with an angel that couldn't even afford to buy a couple manga.

Talking about manga... since Tenshi still had a little remaining breaktime time she quickly went to the backroom, picked her latest magazine and came back to the table to read a few pages before getting back to work. She then began to read her favorite story [Gakuen Love!] just as she placed the kittens back in her lap.

A strange werewolf-thing (not that there's anything 'normal' is this city, anyway) came near then and, after asking began to play with the baby dragon that belonged to the blue haired girl, after dousing his(or is it hers?) flaming head with a cup of water that he got from the shop's clerk.

Tenshi felt strangely relaxed by the weird atmosphere of the place, so she thought that asking a few question to the other girl wouldn't be so bad. She didn't knew anyone else in this city, save for the priest, after all and the girl had been so kind to her that she thought that making at least one more friend would be a good thing.

"Hmm... excuse me... do you like to read anykind of story?" Tenshi asked after placing her magazine over the table and looking towards the other girl with a little uncertainty in her eyes. She has nerver been good at talking to others unless she was relaying a message from God, but it only struck her now, how awkward she really is. "Ahh... I'm sorry... I haven't said my name before asking a question... it's Tenshi."

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[Assistant]
ark held the little dragon in his hand, cradling it in his arms like other would hold a baby. "we should create another dragon when we get back." "YES! finally a step to world domination, with a beast like that we could wipe out lines of enemy with" "ok may not..."
he started scratching Meima's stomach, and the dragon dragon made some noises of pleasure. it spat up some acid, probably on accident, but no one could be sure, which simply rolled of arks arm, collected by his elbow and dripped on to the floor, melting a bit of the carpet. he sat down back at his table, waiting for the food, as the little angle asks if the girl reads any books.

[User]
"I'm sorry, I don't read very much. My job doesn't really account for very much time to read. I work at the colosseum. It's a fun job," Edo responded.
"Oh, and I'm Edo. Edo Animus," Edo said, realizing she was also supposed to say her name. Human interaction wasn't her forte after all.
"I don't mean to be rude, but what race are you?" Edo asked, genuinely curios. She then turned towards the lupine figure.
"And what about you? What's your name, your species?"

[Assistant]
The sun shined down on the city below, the light reflecting off the tall skyscrapers of the city. They were a symbol of power, a symbol of wealth to both the city and those who owned them. However, in the eyes of one the most influential men in the world, it meant nothing. Why have one tower? Why not build.... an entire compound.....

Location:
A V A I N D U S T R I E S C O M P O U N D E C H O 1

Walter sat in the back of his armored SUV as they approached the gates. The guards there nodded, and let them through. He was on his way to an important meeting of the city council, a meeting that would determined whether the city would start turning over its districts to AVA Ind. for policing as things grew more... out of hand. He arrived at city hall, guards in tow. Plenty of people wanted his head on their plate, particularly rival PMC corporations and security agencies. AVA Industries's aggressive business tactics had put a lot of them out of the growing business, and plenty wanted to get back at him for it.

His security detail covered him to the main building and all they way to the actual meeting room. He entered and took his place at the head of the table. A symbol power, a symbol of the control he has been working towards for the past five years. Yes, he was in control. It was time he used it.

"Gentlemen, today marks a historic day for our city, a day where we can, perhaps, toy with the idea of security, of peace." Walter began.

[User]
Maigs ears perked up when he heard about the Coliseum, he often sold his goods there without anyone noticing thanks to Silica sneaking his products into the coliseum. He was almost always at the coliseum when there was a match to spread some goods, this would often cause a problem as well though.

Lance meanwhile finally came upon the city council meeting, he had walked all the way there after checking on one of his customers, yet no one had dared to hurt such a man as his security was everywhere, yet no one could see them thanks to their discreteness. Lance walked into the hall a bit late, he didn't even make a scene though as people didn't even notice him, only speaker would have noticed him, there were even a few gaurds in the room. "You say peace, but your men seem to say war." Lance objected as he entered the hall. He himself wanted to have his own buisness to over instead of AVA. "Your men would stick out far too much, it would be like everyone is being oppressed if we let you take over." He said with the same grin on his face.

[Assistant] ark looked up from meima "i am ark, a hybrid neutron solstice." " i am whir, a sentience ai, and the shadow is nyx, but we don't think that he can talk to normal people just yet" "by the way you said that you work at the Colosseum. im thinking of going there later, are there good fighters? actually never-mind ill just find out myself."

[User] "Well.. fighter wise, the colosseums pretty good. We've got some good fighters and fun matches. But, surprisingly, some of the best fighters are the ones that don't fight," Edo told Ark. She was referring to the fact that some of the employees were quite good fighters even if they weren't the ones fighting at the colosseum. It was just something about working in a building with a history of blood and combat. It made you feel comfort and calmed them down. And there weren't a whole lot of people there anyways. Edo was one of the main employees. It was her, her boss, and one or two lower employees. But the employees really were strong. SO if Ark wanted a good fight, they were probably the people to go after.

[Assistant]
The question that the blue matured girl, Edo, asked Tenshi wasn't even all that strange judging by the fact that one could never judge a book by its cover, specially on this city. Nevertheless, she felt a little shocked for not even being guessed to be an angel. Were her appearance and behavior this off from the stereotypical heavenly messenger? This made Tensh think.

Either, she responded "I'm an angel, a messenger of God... actually I'm Michael and Gabriel's younger sister, so you can say that I'm an archangel..." Tenshi mentioned her older siblings to ease Edo's memory as she didn't looked like the religious sort of person. "Though I'm already from home now because of some issues with He..."

"Now that you've said it, you look like a normal human, even if you're a rather cute one, but thread none in this city... what ate you then, E... do, yes?" Tenshi asked after taking a so of tea.

"So you mean you're three individuals inside of one?" Tenshi asked the strange wolf thing.

Before he could answer she added," If you want to fight someone stronger just for fun, I can try it with you... I'm not as strong as my brothers, though."

[User] "technically im just two. whir is merely the suit. he tries to keep me in check and maintain my gravity. nyx is my shadow, but he uses half of my brain to exist. and while the fight could potential be fun, i don't like fighting religious figures. you guys tend to be very high and mighty. hope that's not to offensive. also i agree that edo is a bit odd. i have not seen a single pure human here so far."

[Assistant] "I'm from a species of humanoids called Universitas Pessum Ire. Appearance wise, almost identical to a human. We have no magic, no outlandish features. But, we are fighters. Each family trained in one family style. Well, except for my family. The Animus family trains each person with a fighting style that suits them. So... I'm close to human but I'm far from it," Edo explained before remembering something," and we have an exelence in math, psychology and physics. We're pretty cool." Edo smiled. She was proud of her race. They could blend into human civilization. Plus, they were smart and strong.

[User]
"You're good with math and physics and you even work, all at that age? That's really impressive" Tenshi said as she looked at Edo, wired eyed.

"Plus, you have all these cute animals too... you are a very lucky girl." Tenshi said as she continued to play with the kittens.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Come on, then~!
Standing at a decent 5'7", Yumiko's swapped out her regular shrine maiden-esque garb for more... Contemporary clothes.
Like a T-shirt and jeans, for example. The usual.

Personality: With boundless energy and an eye for the unnatural, Yumiko's not the kind of person to lay low and spy on people. She's quite energetic, often times rushing off to drag whoever it is that has her attention for the moment to wherever it is that she so pleases. She isn't really aggressive as much as she is enthusiastic, and most of the time her actions have little to no undertones of malice. In fact, she's kind of amicable to most people that aren't complete jerks. However, her personal desire for equality has led to a more bitter side of Yumiko to develop, one that knows that the world is flawed and wants to overhaul it as a whole to resolve that issue.

Skills: Given that she has to know how water and light reflect and reflect differently under different circumstances, Yumiko has thus learned every facet of light particle-wave duality and their interaction with other surfaces; her illusions are also incredibly lifelike because of her interest in photography, which also led to her bringing along a camera for the trip over. She's quite a good cook (and she has to be, given how inheritance work and all that) and can back a mean punch for any thugs brave enough to cross her path.

Abilities: As a third-generation magus from a branch family, Yumiko's magic circuits are relatively widespread, but her offensive capabilities are incredibly weak as a whole. In fact, she specializes in using paper charms in order to manipulate both water and light to a great extent. She also has the ability to create barriers that can mitigate impacts strong enough to rend a normal man unconscious- or worse. This is limited by the number of charms she has, however; once her supply runs dry, she's basically a sitting duck. The larger the scale of magecraft, the more charms it requires. She cannot stack spells one on top of the other, but she can layer up to two barriers at once.

Brief Backstory: Yumiko comes from a small branch family of magi who have diverged from the old main branch in terms of style and application; though by the definition of lineage they have not inherited the Magic Crest, they HAVE learned the clan's core teachings, and as such have derived their own form of magic from it. Yumiko herself is a third-generation magus, having inherited her abilities from her mother at a young age and has striven to train them ever since. The branch family, however, has been looked upon as nothing by tools by the main family, which Yumiko had hated ever since she was aware of the fact. When the news of a new Grail War met the family's ears, the main branch immediately got to work setting up their designated heir to win them the coveted wish. She, however, had different plans; convincing her parents to send her off in secret under the guise of studying abroad, Yumiko flew to Redrock in hopes of fixing what she thought was flawed with her family as a whole.

[User]
Yumiko Kawajima

With a heavy sigh, Yumiko wiped the sweat from her brow as she flicked her hands of the blood staining them. Though covered by a pair of disposable gloves, should could feel the texture of the liquid through them--understandable, given how thin latex was, but definitely not to her tastes. The metallic tinge in the air caused the girl to unconsciously wrinkle her nose in distaste as she surveyed the land she had secured for the ritual tonight: a forest grove, bathed in the light of the full moon.

Though she was striving for success, there was an inkling of doubt in her mind as to what she could stand up to. The constant bias from the main branch of the family was certainly vexing, but it wasn't as if she wasn't completely incapable... Or a simple tool to be used. But... To what extent could she stand against it all?

...

Well, now was a good a time as ever to find out.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."

Yumiko could feel her circuits flooding with power, and the strain of summoning a Servant became clear to her now. It was no wonder, then, that so many only opted to do this under the most optimal conditions. It was already far too late to back out now, though.

"Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."

Now, the young girl could see a figure beginning to form in the center of the circle. The amount of effort she had to put in was unfathomable right now, but at the very least she hadn't failed completely... Which was... Somethng.

"An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."

Now the figure was becoming clearer. The outline of a human, at the very least, gave her some mental reprieve. The stories of being almost double her size being handled gave the girl a fright, but not enough to disrupt the summoning. But, at last--!

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance--!"

Her face now drenched in sweat, Yumiko shouted the final words of the incantation, her right arm outstretched as she almost fell over in exhaustion. No more of that again.

---

Lancer
The summoning circle in front of Fio pulsed twice as the girl finished her incantation, causing a large amount of smoke to be thrown up out of seemingly nowhere as the Servant took its form. Even through the dust, though, the figure of a hulking, muscled man in a decorated suit of armor was made abundantly clear, to say nothing of the large spear in his right hand. The Servant lifted his spear and slammed it on the floor, instantly causing a shockwave strong enough to blow away the residual dust from his summoning. His face, now, was made clear:a long black beard that seemed to reach his torso and eyes that seemed to be piercing through the night to see the girl stood out among the rest of the house. His weapon and armor seemed to shine, even now. The Servant only now opened his eyes, and stared at the young woman before him.

"Hrmph. I am a Servant under the class 'Lancer.' For thou who hast summoned me here, long since my own passing, I ask of you: Are you my Master?"

The low, booming voice of this Lancer seemed to reverberate around the room, causing it to feel as if Fio had been asked the question in stereo.

[Assistant]
Fio Mal-Rai

Fio raised an arm to cover her eyes as smoke rose from seemingly everywhere. But even with that, she could see the figure materializing in the mysterious smog. He was huge, and wielding... well, a spear. That detail was certainly to be expected. It slammed the floor, and dust and smoke scattered to reveal to the girl just what her Servant looked like. He was quite impressive, to say the least. Tall and bearded, and clad in shining armor that gleamed even in darkness. What the magus girl now looked upon was something that epitomized what a Heroic Spirit should be. A hero of the past, a shining figure who stood among many as a mighty warrior who accomplished so much.

"I am your Master," she replied. That was important. Sealing the contract. She approached her new Servant, a grin playing across her face. Her already-high levels of confidence were swelling even further. "And I think we have a brilliant chance of winning this war, Lancer."

The Mage Association would triumph here. There was no doubt in Fio's mind she'd grasp victory for them, now. This was, to the Magus Hunter, an unquestionable truth.

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Izisviel von Einzbern

Her first thought about the summoned Saber was that she was somewhat... disappointing. Of all the things that the Einzbern homunculus had been expecting, a woman shorter than she was for Saber had been somewhat unexpected. The Servant's armament was reassuring: armour beyond the normal quality of a samurai and blades to match. Combined with the necessity for a Heroic Spirit to be someone of amazing renown and Saber being the strongest class, appearances were deceiving.

"I am, Saber, and the three behind me are our assistants in this war," Izisviel stated, gesturing to the only thing in the otherwise empty basement that could possibly be referred to in such terms. A few short instructions were issued--even if Servants didn't need to eat or sleep, there were certain levels of propriety that had firmly engraved themselves in her mind over the pass years of idleness. Preparing a (probably useless) room would keep Cinquefoil out of trouble, whilst Lotus could make them some tea, and perhaps some food.

The Einzbern headed towards the stairs, grasping her implements, "Given how previous wars have turned out for my family, I believe that we should discuss our tactics before fighting, this time."

---

Servant Archer

Archer found being summoned into a forest remarkably appropriate, and took in the glade and the still night air without paying heed to their Master, for a moment. So much was similar, in its way... yet it was obviously different from the one that drew out her memories. At least they had been summoned into a rural area rather than some urban sprawl... that would have been a vast nuisance.

The androgynous redhead turned their attention to their Master in the end, tipping the green hat and meeting their Master's blue eyes with green and a cheerful grin, "I suppose I'm lucky to have such a beautiful Master, if that is indeed what you are? I am your Servant, Archer, and my skills of all kinds are at your disposal."

[Assistant]
Saber

Saber's eyes traveled from her master, to the trio of maids, as they proceeded to follow their swift orders. Excellent. While she did not require what had been asked for, her Master seemed highly in control of the situation. This was someone that the woman could feel pride in serving. Politely, she bowed, feeling that her Master certainly deserved the courtesy, before approaching the taller girl. This was, naturally, an important juncture. She would need to learn what her Master desired and how to fulfill this purpose as thoroughly as she could. After all, it was the entire reason she so strongly desired to be summoned. Saber's one wish was to serve a Master with honor and dignity.

"I am pleased that you wish to discuss tactics before jumping into anything like a complete fool," she began, "I do not know if I could tolerate being summoned by an imbecile whose only plan was to charge mindlessly into battle and lose their lives in an utterly undignified manner. Honor is not idiocy."

It was a frank expression of Saber's opinion on the matter, something she fully desired to clarify before she began to get into anything else. "... In addition, may I please be told your name?"

[User]
Yumiko forced a smile towards her new Servant before falling backwards onto the grass behind her. The clearing was large enough to let Yumiko see the moon as it passed by ever-so-slowly overhead, and the sounds of the forest at night were familiar, albeit somewhat strange given that this was nowhere near her own home. Her chest heaved as she took in deep breath after deep breath, attempting to dispel the pain that her now-sapped Circuits were spreading throughout her body. She was nowhere near fainting, but it was likely that she'd stay lying down for a while to recover the minimum amount of energy needed to... Well, at least walk back to her rented home.

"Yes, I am your Master. Pardon my... Unsightly appearance," Yumiko said, pushing herself off the ground to take the look at the Servant in front of her again. "But... Yes, regardless, I thank you for your aid from here on out."

With that, the girl promptly fell back down, lying face-up towards the sky once more.

"Erm... If you don't mind... Could you help me out a bit here?"

---

Lancer
"Very well. With your confirmation, our contract has henceforth been sealed," Lancer said, performing a deep bow in front of the girl. "So long as I live, I shall do my utmost to protect you from any harm, my Master."

Standing up straight once more, Lancer looked at Fio as she boasted of the pair's chances, to which he responded with a shake of his head.

"Hubris is unbecoming of a leader. A true fighter knows when to be humble and when to be arrogant; you know as well as I do that nothing is set in stone. While I may agree with that statement, the sentiment that comes with it has led to many a death during my own time," he said solemnly before turning to the nearest window, his face unchanging. "Let us proceed with knowledge and strength, rather than arrogance and boasts."

Though he had reproached the girl for her comment, Lancer's voice remained steadfast. His Master had confidence that far exceeded her at the moment, so his duty, as he saw it, was to make sure that it wouldn't balloon into something she couldn't handle afterwards. To him, she was still a child, and though she might have the capability to fight, her personality was one that seemed to be asking for trouble, which might bode ill in the future.


[System]
Species: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: Shorter than average, dark hair, somewhat sun-kissed skin from outdoor activity, and way less scars than one would've expect. Usually clad in mail hauberk adorned with pieces of banners from felled foes (or a pretty dress, at rarer occasion), and always with at least one weapon in her person.

Bio: When Yvonne was born she's the only child to the opulent but very much declining house Rosenving, it took less than two more decades of ridiculous parties and all-around bad financial management before it was driven to the verge of bankruptcy. Naturally there comes the talk of marriage upon which Yvonne, an oddball obsessed with distinctly unladylike things like driving the business end of a weapon into someone's soft flesh, all but absconded with her great-grandfather's blade. The rest of her life was spent in a wild ride of mercenary work and avoiding (more commonly, well, thoroughly violencing) the men hired by her family and/or her would-be fiance to bring her back. Her journey brought her all round the three kingdoms and more, even after her ancestral home collapsed and pursuers stopped coming.

Invited by promise of great reward and, among other thing, to try save the little henchman boy that used to follow her around (yes, that would be the prince), and the fact that she happen to be lurking around the border already, Yvonne stepped back toward the royal court of Kindeance once more.

Skillset: Well versed in outdoor survival, knack for murder and violence, oddly high spatial awareness, dancing, easily thrives in chaotic situation, very good at intimidation, weaves pretty dang well, and is proficient using common melee weapons. Personally prefers the mace despite her title.

Spells:
-Mansplitter (Self-buff. Gain inhuman strength for a very short period. The stronger the effect, the greater the backlash.)
-Warcry (AoE debuff. Inflict terror in a wide area. Greater effect on closer target, and greater effect on direction Yvonne is facing.)
-Bloodlust (Passive. Haste, pain tolerance, and resistance to mental effect. Starts off weak but ramps up as the fight goes on.)
-Resilience (Passive. Harder to injure, less affected by existing injuries, and heals a lot faster than normal at the cost of increased calorie usage.)

Equipment: Daily necessities (preserved rations, a tin pot, medical supply, knapping, change of clothes, etc), adorned mail hauberk, the sword her great-grandfather wielded that probably never saw use since then until it landed in her hands, a heavy flanged mace, a rondel dagger.

Other: Can be inserted to the plot any time it's convenient (or fun) to do so.

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"What-"

The golden glint was unmistakable, and Yvonne for a moment was struck dumb. Not about the amount of wealth, which to be fair wasn't a small sum but nothing major to her, no. It's the casual, guillible ease of which Cedar pulled them out. Recalling an earlier thought, she wondered how many times he'd gotten scammed on his way here.

"Put that away, you big lug. I ain't the one to ask for supplies, I can point you out to vendors out in the market but that'd be the opposite of discreet. The kitchen should have most of what you need, ask either of them." Yvonne gestured at Mattie and the elf, not far off from the door. "Shouldn't be flashing gold everywhere, that's how you get either robbed or scammed. Those coins of yours? You'd get a wagon of seed and fruit with that."

And then came the introduction of the hooded old fella that lurked surprisingly close without her noticing. That's some talent right there. And the name. Yvonne heard some wild tales of the man. Didn't actually think the fella existed, but here he stood. "Why, a legendary figure ain't cha? We'll be in your care, doc."

[Assistant]
Is it due to Henri being soft-spoken that this elf hadn't heard him amidst the voices of these other three people? He sighed in exasperation then raised his hand. "I think I know how to solve this problem. Let me swing by the Royal Garden for a bit. No need to spend your coin, Mister Ceddy... Cedrick?" He then skated away. A constant application of Telekinesis on his body allowed his shoes to just glide along the ground without taking an actual step.

---

 The Royal Garden... Yes, this should do nicely. Assortments of odd-looking plants you would rarely find from the market. Although, how would you extract the seeds from this... Henri approached the Royal Gardener. "Hello. It's a bit urgent, but could you get me seeds from these plants? Yes, just all of them. All of them. Let me water the plants for you. Actually, do you also have a water barrel I could use?"

[User]
"It's Jazdia. Fred-- uh, the King hired me as an independent investigator." Battling the desire to unravel the mystery of the stone man in front of her, She intended to reach out for a handshake but something tells her that it wouldn't be a good idea.

"Also, I wanted to inform you that I have spoken with our mutual acquaintance, Madame Matilda and you will be working with her. Please consult with her about your inquiries."

But the man was already gone as if he was sunken down to the concrete floor below.

Another disturbance, bearing the very question that sounds as ridiculous as asking what if an archer forgets to bring his arrows. Jazdia was unsure what to say and the only quick response she would give was "I am afraid don't have anyone I can spare to do my bidding."

When the little noblewoman turned away without saying anything, Jazdia immediately knew her answer was disappointing. She searched for Matilda, who shook her head, and Jazdia answered the courtesy by shrugging pensively. Nope, not my concern.

She wondered where the heck this Chounan guy was. High time for him to return, and she wasn't so thrilled with the idea of using her power to find out that this gentleman was hiding somewhere. No, that would cause severe consequences.

[Assistant]
"Of couss mistah 'Enry. Please, follow me."

The royal gardener was a man named Charon. A black-skinned fellow hailing from the Maghribi region. Over the years of service in Kindeance Palace, he had befriended Henri the painter due to having a similar profession as men of arts and craft. If Henry was in the business of paint and canvas, then Charon projected his artistic value in sculpting overgrown and greeneries alike.

The royal gardener guided Henry to a small storage room, where he immediately scooped seeds from three different containers. He didn't specify what kind of seeds they were but the sample from the first container was a small, black seed with a faint trace of tangy aroma. The second was medium-sized, rough, and brown in color. The third was small and silky white.

"These ar gud for youh." he said, again with a funky Magribal accent. Of course, three types of seed barely counted as all of them like Henry ordered, but as a friend, Charon gave him the types of plants that were easy to maintain and... nutritious, because he always looked so pale.

When Henry reminded him about his second request, the man Charon frowned.

"I kan give you de barrel, but mistah 'Enry must know that the supervisor is a difficult man to deal with. All tools are to be accounted for, every missing spade, every broken bucket, always in every Saturday."

Regardless, Charon removed a few sacks from an old wooden barrel and swiped the dirt and a swarm of black ants who apparently nested there. "But! I kan just say to the supervisor that old Charon requested mistah 'Enry to repair the old barrel. We good?"

[User]
Charon. This man, he hasn't aged a day. He does know of the former Henri the painter, but he doesn't yet know of his current circumstance, of being a non-human, non-painter. Henri made a mental note to divulge this to Charon, one of these days.

 These must be seeds for fruits and vegetables, with the way he said it. Hmm, he cares not for nutrition for he cannot eat... No, he supposes the others would like to eat healthy. "Thanks, how thoughtful of you."
 As for the barrel... "Yes, this barrel will do perfectly. Thank you." Henri grabs the barrel and turns it upside down, invoking his Telekinesis to shake off the rest of the dust. "I doubt any such supervisor would be able to do anything to either of us, although, I might not be able to return this barrel in the next few days if at all... You know what, just tell them that I stole it. What are they going to do? I'm not one to pull rank but... Well, I do not have a rank, to be honest." He jested.
 The barrel doesn't have a spigot. Henri might have to design something that can resist the force of a 10-foot bear, lest he drown these seeds. For now, a blob of molten iron seeps out of Henri's hand. Then, he lightly punches one of the metal rings of the barrel to weld some kind of handle onto it. Charon witnesses this and simply nods in admiration.
 Henri side-eyed him. Charon won't question this odd feat? Hm. He was going to use this as an opportunity to ask how Charon hasn't aged...

 Holding the barrel by this new handle with the seeds inside, Henri offers his other fist to be bumped with another fist. "Well, then. Good to see you again, Charon. I might not be here for the next several days. Take care."
 Charon answers the fist bump. "I'll see you soon, Mistah 'Enry.""

 Henri then skates away, towards the stables where he presumes the rest of the team already are.
 This post edited with Pakde's help because forum posts aren't allowed to be less than a paragraph long.

[Assistant]
The ronin gave a small bow to Matilda, then traveled quickly to the stable to collect his horse. He needed to see the smith and time was running out, so he had to travel quickly.

When he arrived at the blacksmith's, he was greeted by the man, and they talked about the amount of time it had taken to fill his order. The unusual time consuming nature of the work had resulted in a very high price, but he recieved a full order of a family of blades ranging from Katana to Tanto. Next was the armor. It was a full set of samurai armor, with a luxurious surcoat, embelished with artistic stylings: The Kabuto featured a pair of horns from a real minotaur, and the face mask was carved to resemble an angry demon. Finishing the ensemble, were a selection of throwing knives including Kunai and Shuriken. As if flaunting his wealth, he casually counted out the tendered amount, then handed the smith a nice bonus for his efforts, before quickly getting into his new armor.

He decided not to wear the head armor while still in town, to avoid alarming the locals-- and instead tied his hair back in a traditional hair knot. Regrettably keeping his handsome facial on public.

Departing the blacksmith's shop, he made a quick detour of his room at the inn, where he collected his personal papers and effects, in case they might be needed, then proceeded back to the stable. As he arrived, he found out that there are still no one on the stable neaeby the eastern gate. He head back quickly into the palace.

He returned to the group where Matilda and Jazdia still remained.

"Sorry to keep you wait Madame Matilda." He made a small bow with respect . "I haven't introduce myself to everyone in group. I'm Chōnan, Gold Ranking Adventurer."

[User]
Turning to face Yvonne trying to get her to stop for a moment, the orc paladin stopped for just a brief moment to speak, "We can introduce and get to know each other on the ride over to the hunting grounds. I would rather not waste time exchanging pleasantries, I do not want to miss the opportunity to find the prince." She understood why Yvonne wanted to know the people she would be working with, but time was of the essence.

Then there is this elf, who expressed her positive opinion in a thinly veiled sarcasm. They couldn't see the expression she was making behind her helmet, but it was one of annoyance that Jazdia was right. She should not be talking about the mission out in public, in case an enemy was listening in.

The elf then described her own plan, which Matilda must admit sounds very reasonable, save for one matter.

"But I am curious why you assume that Hdur would be such a safe place to discuss such sensitive matters. It does have a reputation of being quite nefarious."

"It is not the safest."  the elf could be seen sighing before adding some emphasis to her words. "Nothing sensitive I am sure you know. But we still need a checkpoint. The closer to the venue the better. Then if you like it we can scout for a better place to make our own campfire."

Matilda immediately gets the message. "Better than picking a random node in the wilderness and expecting everyone to know where exactly the place is. Got it! I am willing to go to Hdur, as long as we stick together. And not speak of this plan to anyone." She had a serious tone in her voice. She would personally decapitate the person that stopped her from saving the prince, including her would-be comrades.

The elf smacked her armoured shoulder. It would be pretty painful, and Matilda was delighted to see her grimacing after that exchange. "We have everything planned. Let's move out people!"

[Assistant]
Yvonne was quiet for a moment as the motley crew split into two groups, but then she realized how lopsided it was. Two to five? Sure, a gold rank cant be pushover and the elf probably have honed her skills longer than Yvonne herself had lived, but number was important. Even a swordsmaster would have problem dealing with several novices with pikes. Of the other group Mattie should be able to hold her own while Cedar was likely as strong as a literal bear with human intellect on top. Doc Solomon was there to patch thing up. Dunno about the unassuming Henri but from what's displayed so far he should be able to hold his own.

"Just one moment there, blondie. You looks like you need extra muscle. I'll come along with your group, yeah?" Yvonne very much would like to catch up with Mattie, but the job comes first. This should be a long-term gig anyway, she'd get the chance further down the line.


[System]
Age: 40
Race: Human

Personality: Pan is quite simply a generally unpleasant individual. On the surface he is cantankerous and driven by the twin vices of greed and wrath. However these traits belies some inner virtues, as he is also guided by the virtues of familial piety and valor. In short while he is an ill-tempered covetous furious human being, he does value the importance of family and acting courageously, and tries to keep both his virtues and vices in check.

History: Many heroes hold tales of simple upbringings. Regardless on your view of Pan Chao as a hero or not, he held this simple upbringing. For Chao was born among the peasant farmers in a series of rice paddies which were on the far outskirts of the coastal city of Namchon. Early childhood life was monotonous and uneventful, as Chao learned how to properly harvest and care for rice. The most interesting events that happened in his childhood was when merchants would occasionally come from Namchon to get rice to sell, and talk about events that occurred in the city. The young boy found himself fascinated to hear the stories these wealthy men told and thus the seeds of wanderlust were placed in his brain.

However he did not act upon these desires until he was in his early teens. Chao knew in his heart that he could no longer accept the tedious life of a farmer. And thus in the dead of night he fled towards Namchon. The peasant boy was enamored with the plethora of options that were now available to him. And so Chao began to indulge in the ways of the City. Of course without any money to properly gain these services, he found himself in many brawls which he found himself on the losing end of. However during one of these brawls Pan Chao managed to amuse a sailor who directed him to his employer.

The next step of his life as he grew from a older teenager to a younger man was full of heavy lifting, countless expeditions across the sea, sometimes for fishing, sometimes to transport cargo, and countless roughhousing in bars and sometimes upon the ship. All the while Pan Chao grew bitter about how much he earned in comparison to the men who were directing these operations, and of course the criminal organizations that operated in his preferred bars. This is when Chao had yet another revelation; he had to become a criminal leader. And he was not going to be able to achieve this goal as a simple sailor.

When the ship he was serving on arrived back to Namchon after finishing its delivery, Pan Chao quit his life as a sailor and began to delve into the criminal world. Thus the Rainbowfin Anglers was born, as Chao gathered up some fellow disgruntled sailors city dredges who weren't officially aligned with any gangs. Pan took the money he had earned from sailing and invested it in a run-down bait-shop which served as the first front of operations, where he could start some simple rackets. Pan Chao was eager to establish his organization in the eyes of the underworld.

And this is where Anjou influences the story through his minion Yu Ru. Namchon was crime-ridden and this was not going to be tolerated much longer. Yu Ru was appointed as the new Namchon Administrator in order to bring across swift discipline to those who opposed the rule of Anjou. And to help him in this task he was sent alongside a crew of incorruptible guards. No one was going to stop the criminal expansion of the Rainbowfin Anglers, so Pan Chao swore to not only remove Yu Ru from Namchon but to dethrone Anjou for this insult. However dethroning Yu Ru would be difficult if caught. He alongside part of the Gang would be out of Namchon to avoid getting caught and to start gaining new resources, men, and to expand so Chao can dethrone Yu Ru and usurp Anjou for honor and gains for his criminal enterprise.

Skills:
- Vicious Wave Style: The Vicious Wave Style is a martial arts style that focuses primarily on close-up hand and arm techniques with occasional short leg kicks. Attacks based in this style are focused on quick and ruthless barrages.

- Criminal Leadership: While not quite a prestigious organization yet, Chao is the leader of the Rainbowfin Anglers and has their loyalty and service. Not to mention that as the commander of this organization he is knowledgeable and familiar about the practices and doctrines of the underworld.

- Seafarer: Chao is versed in sea-bound voyages. He knows his way around the structures of various ships, how to operate the structures such as sails, and how to navigate upon the sea.

- Agricultural Knowledge: People who grow up tending to the rice paddies tend to learn about how to cultivate and care for those crops. Pan is no exception when it comes to this and as such he knows about these things.

Powers:
N/a

Equipment:
Lamellar Vest and Leggings
Full coin satchel
Canteen

[User]
'' Chi, chi, chi calls the bird~''  A soft singing voice could be hears, echoing clear through the Suzume no Bochi. The Hitodama danced around on the tune, floating around the graveyard towards a blood red Torii gate.  ''maybe it wants a branch~''  The singing voice contiued her eery song. The singer had learned this one when she was but a young chick in her flock.  ''if it does, hit it with one~'' The singer was a young Yosuzume, who had taken on a human form. There was no one around to see her so there was no real purpose to it. As it seemed to an outsider. The girl, clad in a shinobi shizoku, especialy kept this appearace for the Hitodama that were still present in the graveyard. She dangled one leg off the gate on wich she sat, looking at the graves, time had stopped in this place. Her arms and legs were covered with spelltags, nine to be exactly.

Chi, chi, chi calls the bird~,
please blow soon~,
divine wind of Ise~."
All of the sudden the Hitodama flew back tot heir graves as the figure of a lone man became visable. He was donned in the robes of a buddist monk. He held a golden staff with rings ontop that made sound almost like bells were rang. He took of his traveling hat as he saw the Yosuzume sitting ontop of the gate. ''Good evening, Hitodama Gado- chan'' He said as he walked through the gate. The Yosuzume, named Tsubame let him be. Priest came by from time to time to pay homage to those who died a violent death here. He had passed but a few graves as he kneeled down at four very importand ones. The monk kneeled and clapped his hand, making his precence know to the dead. ''Hitodama Gado-chan, would you like to be free'' He said with his eye's closed. Tsubame, who had been silently sitting on the gate opened her eye's again and looked at the priest.
'' I will kill people if you set me free'' She said cold as the monk smiled. ''Well that would be a problem for me. Lets just keep your focus at the lord of Nura. The minion of Anjou'' He said as he placed some offerings at the graves. ''Why would a peace loving monk like you set free a youkai that has already stained her hands with blood. Why do you need Nura and Anjou dead?'' Tsubame found the monk strange, to say the least. ''The wings of death are swift for those who deserve it. Yosuzume, won't you fly your deadly black wings for me'' The monk smiled as his hands formed the first mundra Rin.
'' On baishiramantaya sowaka '' He said and Tsubame felt one of the nine seals placed upon her being released. The spell tag peeled itself of her as the second mundra was formed, followed by the rest until the monk had reached all nine of them.
''On ishanaya intaraya sowaka''
'' On jiterashi itara jibaratanō sowaka''
'' On hayabaishiramantaya sowaka''
'' On nōmaku sanmanda basaradan kan''
'' On aganaya in maya sowaka''
'' On irotahi chanoga jiba tai sowaka''
'' On chirichi iba rotaya sowaka''
'' On a ra ba sha nō sowaka!''  The spelltags flew of Tsubame as if they got taken by the wind and burned to ashes. The monk stood underneath the gate and Tsubame jumped of it, landing softly on the ground, traces of shadow lingering in the already dark place. ''Who are you?'' Tsubame asked suspicious.
'' just a passerby, guiding you to the way that leads to Kado Shrine '' He said, giving her a curtesy bow before walking away wisteling a soft tune. Tsubame looked at the monk and raised a brow. '' How do I reach this Kado shrine! '' She called and the monk turned around pointing at the gate before he dissapeard between the trees. Tsubame sighed, what did he mean by that. Anyway, he had freed her and her powers had not been used in a while. She transformed to her sparrow form and let the darkness of the nigth surround her.

''Kado shrine, what will I find by going there'' She said as four Hitodama followed her. Those Hitodama belonged to Takahiro's family. They sticked to her the most. With a loud sceach Tsubame flew throuh the gate towards the graveyard, only to see the image shift. Another shrine appeared and in vieuw came a human man and a Bakeneko. Carefull of the Bakeneko Tubame flew to the gate of the shrine and landed looking at the two beneath her, her Hitodama floated around her. With a puff of shadow Tsubame took on her human form while laying down on her back, watching the blue sky and clouds pass by. How she missed this vieuw.

[Assistant]
"Ow ow ow!"

Yuki had lost the path some time ago, wandering astray into the forest. The way to Mount Senkiai from Kōku was a long one, especially with no money to pay for a carriage. As her hair caught on every branch in sight, she continued crashing through the forest. Despite the years since, she'd never fully recovered from the loss of her animal senses, leaving her somewhat disadvantaged when traveling through wilderness.

The oppressive aura of the yōkai around get pressed upon her, clouding her senses even further. After an hour's hopeless searching, she sighed, utterly lost.

Then, from before her, she heard the faint sound of voices. Stumbling through trees, she emerged into a placid, tranquil clearing. The yōkai presence around get dissipated, replaced with a feeling of calm. A pair of words fled to the surface of her mind and she murmured them reflexively, spitting leaves: "Kado shrine..."

Only then did she notice the small gathering in front of herself. Rearranging and flattening the kimono that had become so disturbed by her trek and wiping the sweat from her brow, she trotted over. "So...do any of you know where we are? I'm really lost..."

[User]
THWACK! Contact was made from the right elbow of an attacker to chest of the unsuspecting clean-shaven man dressed in loose fitting and fairly ornate robes. As the victim of the strike began to stumble back he dropped a bindle onto the dirt floor below. The sensation from the drop caused the bindle to unravel and clatter revealing some steamed buns, a few stone trinkets designed like tools a small silk pouch and ink containers which shattered apart and splattered onto the assorted items.

The noise made did not deter the attacker from the target who was just starting to come to his senses. Pan Chao quickly closed the gap with his target as he struck the front of his target's face using the right side of his closed right fist. Nostrils flared out as he swung his left elbow against at the chest. As Pan Chao was pushing onward with his continuous barrages. With his victim backed against the stone wall of this sanctum, Pan Chao clenched his teeth as he delivered a cross to his target's nose. This was the strike that caused the young man to just crumble down as Pan Chao kept on swinging. This particular onslaught continued for a few more moments before Pan Chao was satisfied.

Pan Chao smirked as he wringed his bloodied hands together as looked at the altar of this sanctuary. It was a simplistic display that consisted of a small table that had some lit candles around a currently empty bowl that was just underneath a time-worn painting which only had a field and a river visible upon it. Rummaging through the stone trinkets, Pan Chao smiled as he plucked one that appeared to look like a hook. It was quickly embedded inside the upper corner of the painting. Again he looked down at these spoils. Pan pawed his hands through the assorted colors of ink splat and smeared it across the painting warping the image into a multicolored swirls for a crude ocean.

"Your offerings have been accepted." Pan Chao stated towards the man as he gathered up the remaining items of value. "And they will continue to be accepted." He stated as he strolled out of the building to a trio of men standing patiently upon a dirt road. Approaching each man of the group individually Pan Chao began handing out the collected loot to all of them. "Haul it gigside." Pan Chao spoke as he glanced down the dirt road. "I shall be there momentarily." The group nodded and followed the instructions given as they went down the dirt road ready to store the loot.

Pan Chao stretched his arms upwards while glancing towards the way he spotted the robed man arrive from. Spotting a wooden building not too far away, Pan Chao smirked as he proceeded towards it. Once at the door Pan Chao slammed against it causing the door to give way and open. This was when the strange occurrence happened, and Pan Chao was not inside the building which he was expecting, but rather in a forest and near yet another and more populated shrine.


[System]
"You aren't on my clock, I'm on your clock. So maybe you should make the most of it."

Physical Description
Dorothy stands at an average 5'6" with a muscled body from intense training...though those muscles are hidden under a slight chubby layer thanks to her fatty diet. At first glance she has more of a mother's frame than an athlete's yet she gets by. She has pale skin, dark hair, huge doe eyes and a naturally unpleasant expression. On her back is a tattoo of a unicorn under a moon.

Psyche
She has a paranoid, depressive and distrusting personality, some parts of which are rational and some that are not. Very jumpy, she purposefully positions herself in places that serve as decent vantage points. Hoping nobody will sneak up behind. When in an area she considers safe, she can enter such an intense trance-state of focus or daydreaming that it's hard to knock her out of it. When on the job, her paranoia is more of a hazard than anything, so she relies on sheer adrenaline highs to get through tough nights. The adrenaline she pumps herself up with (whether through willpower or straight up drugs) can send her to a zen-like euphoria...The crashes afterwords are often another story.

Motivation
With a wild imagination, Dorothy has always gone in search of adventure that "unlocks secrets." She has read up on many conspiracy theories but doesn't believe in trusting any without seeing with her own eyes. Seeing with her own eyes may grant some "wisdom"...almost as if her career itself is just a game to entertain her. Also working official business is more legal than the work she did for who knows how many of her previous clients. Can't go on her edgy adventures if she's dead or behind bars.

Relations
For NPCs and PCs, if you don't know anyone then don't bother filling this out - yet.

Personal History
Born in a trailer park, raised in a mental institution, and graduated from a tech college to go on to see if her britches were big enough for freelance detective work.

Dorothy's childhood is a mess of abuse and fractured relationships nobody, especially her, wants to talk about. She spent her young years trying to kill herself or coming close to killing herself in dangerous stunts just for the rush of being on the edge. But the psychiatry industry set her straight-- for a while --with meds and vocational training.

Motivated to be a better person, she finished a degree in law enforcement only to fizzle what chances she was given in DPD on a street-born adrenaline drug designed to go above and beyond medical applications. To support her habit she worked minimum wage before an idea struck, inspiring her to go clean: She spends a lot of time keeping in shape and with her relative skills in personal/cyber anonymity-- she could promote herself as a freelance detective! The field was extremely competitive, cannibalistic, these days, but she could do it if she tried. Right?

At first it didn't go so well. She could do a job but no better result than anyone else. After a few months she couldn't take the rejection and went back to her adrenaline junkie self. Worse, she splurged on a questionable cybernetic augment improving agility. On a good night, you could say she was more of a nimble spy than detective. Using her agility, she prefers to hide and overhear the information she needs than confront anyone directly. After she got what she needed, she leapt and bound away on the tips of her toes, before reporting her findings to clients. Maybe the only reason she was considered a detective is because the word spy has a very different and illegal connotation. Not that she background checked any client for such illegal leanings, in her opinion any adventure is bound to grant wisdom.

She worked as a "detective" for a range of clients for two years now. In this period she's experienced everything from attempts on her life to gang recruiting techniques and it's made her paranoid. A little twitchy. Going on a stealthy adventure for any client is great...but only if they don't kill you when you report back! Her ability to slip away can only go so far so many times. Now the opportunity to work for a clearly official delegation is a welcome break from all the shady deals.

Getting in wasn't easy- she had to let DPD know about both her failed history as an officer and her unofficial detective work. It was her potential alone saving her from the slush pile of applications. But this time it's clear who will pay her check. Besides, working for the Mayor's cause may take a few legality targets off her back for the time being.

Equipment
- Standard issue DPD, protective vest
- Scoped laser type handgun
- Black clothes, hooded jacket
- Pockets on holster containing an address book (codes), disposable drives, and adrenaline drug injections disguised as pens
- Disposable communicator
- Cybernetic Augment : Agility based, allowing for high speed running and jumping higher/longer distances

Anything else?
Her apartment contains nothing but a fat orange tomcat, junk food, bed and computer...all incriminating dealings with clients are contained on the disposable drives. When she used to take clients as a detective, she advertised herself on anonymous online servers and by hanging out in a coffee shop to see if anyone approached. Out of fear for being followed, she picks the coffee shop furthest from her actual apartment and always takes roundabout ways to get home.

[User]
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Character Name: Paige Liu

Location: Meeting Room
Interacting With: Dorothy Wiesse

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Collie

Paige looks at Dorothy in an annoyed way. She would be nicer to her but the crippling phone call before work has sapped any tolerance Paige has for quirks. At the same time, she clearly sees Dorothy as a good distraction from her issues so the rudeness is quickly dissipated. "Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news." She says to Dorothy as she offers one of her cootie catchers as an olive branch. "Any idea why we're called in?" Paige inquires as she pulls out a notebook she took from her desk and is ready to take notes.

Paige also looks over Dorothy's hands notably, looking for a wedding ring. If she's married her husband might have some leads for a guy for me. She thinks. Paige turns to her superiors smiling coquettishly. "Shall we wait for the others or can we get on this case and the others can handle another one?" She queries. "If it's the latter I'm ready Sir."

[Assistant]
Tyrell's eyes lit up when people actually started pouring into the room, he checked his datapad and checked off the people present. He was only missing a few but the team that was present was enough to start with. Violently removing the cups from his desk, he looks up to the people who were actually present. "Alright well, I guess I can start the briefing." He says getting up, the others around him seem to be snapping to attention finally. "I'm Lieutenant Tyrell, you've all been called to be apart of a new temporary taskforce. As you could see maybe, the city is going to shit. End of times cults, a resurgence in gangs and anarchy in some places. We've lost contact with the north, the communications up there is spotty."

He sighs rubbing his temples, he then gets up and toggles on the holoprojector in the middle of the floor. It shows a holographic vignette of intense fighting from the southern district. "National Guard are swamped in the shit down on the south side, as you can see the battle isn't getting any better. It's a stalemate, you'd think the Feds would show up and fix this. You thought wrong if you're sitting here, but that's what it is. North and South are our biggest issues, for the Mayor at least - for us. Regardless, what you should focus on is making contact with both districts. That's what I suggest, but if you want to handle it someway else I'm not here to hold your hand."

Tyrell takes a sip of his coffee once more, the bland generic cup reaching his lips before he turned to his co-workers. "Not much else I know, you're boots on the ground and you'll tell us what the what for is in this hell-show. Before I turn you loose, I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff." He points to the geeky looking techie "Detective Fields, she will manage the tech and comms for the operation." Fields give a small, lazy wave to the officers. Tyrell jerks a thumb to the Doctor "The Doctor - Doctor Michaels. He will be monitoring you physically and mentally, any severe signs of trauma and we'll pull you or maybe you'll go upstate to the cyber psycho's ward." The old Lieutenant looks over to where Moore would be sitting "Moore, well I don't know where he is. I'll be here as well for questions and to provide general logistics. If there are any questions ask them now, if not we'll move on."

[User]
Lightning strike! A woman just caught her eye, with a bit of an intimidating glare. Beautiful face, this one, something unique in the features, dark eyes and hair. But no time to start blushing like at an all-girl's ward. Dorthy bolted upright in the chair ready to apologize and try to sit still, setting down the phone gently.

"Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news."

She gave her a bit of a side look, odd, someone's mood changing so quickly. Not that Dorthy was any better but she wouldn't admit to it. With some hesitation, she smiled and accepted the cootie catcher. Tips of her fingers twitching, she slowly played with it, reading as if expecting a threat, a bomb or for it to jump at her. "...T-thank you, that's fine," she mumbled.

The woman, Paige, inquired about the nature of the meeting. She shook her head no, her own skin crawling with curiosity. Noticing Paige's notebook, she turned on her phone's recording option. Reliance on digital data over printed could prove to be a setback, yet it was no doubt more reliable than her own distracted mind at taking notes.

Tyrell, the bearded Lieutenant, commanded attention. She spun to face him, arms folded but leg beneath the table tapping quietly with a tremor.

When he spoke of and displayed what she had suspected of the city, at once she could be seen shrinking back in her chair and nodding with familiarity. As he described the requirements, she found herself growing more distant. Then he paused for questions.

Good idea to embarrass herself now than to do something wrong on the job. There wasn't supposed to be hand holding...there also wasn't supposed to be a baby rookie whose previous work could be described most politely as 'random shit.' She had an idea of what he meant, but wanted to head off behavior frowned upon ahead of time. "Sir," she paused, looking down, then "When making contact with targets, are we allowed to communicate with citizen, private and official delegations? Must we disclose our intentions before each interaction?"

Yeah, more than a little of her old personal agent way of doing business was leaking through, and she knew how much she had been warned not to take illegal routes from now on. Still she felt it pertinent, trying to look straight at him with an agreeable face.

[Assistant]
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Character Name: Paige Liu

Location: Meeting Room then Lobby
Interacting With: Dorothy Wiesse every so slightly

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Paige takes notes on the perp. This is making her skin crawl and she audibly dry heaves. She suddenly jumps up "I'm sorry." She says as she jogs out of the room patting Dorothy on the head ever so slightly. She stays in the lobby just outside the meeting room. Why is this shaking me all of a sudden? She asks herself. It's not like I can get knocked up and have a kid to protect when all this fighting is happening.. She tries to breathe and slowly gets back into the meeting.

"I am so sorry dear Sir. I just, have had a stressful day." Paige says knowing it's a shitty excuse. "I just need someone I can rely upon. This is clearly an escalation of something. I don't want to charge forward unless needed." She looks at Dorothy sheepishly. Then back at her superior realizing her charming smile won't win back her dignity.

[User]
Dorothy, startled from her concentration by a flux of wind and pat on the head, turned to see Paige flee the room. Her questions left unanswered for the moment, she cupped her head in her hands with an uneasy expression and raised shoulders. Was that friendly? Fingers searched through black strands. Did she mean something by it? She didn't feel anything left behind so was it okay? Slowly, she lowered her arms, just as the woman returns to the room.

"I am so sorry dear Sir. I just, have had a stressful day. I just need someone I can rely upon. This is clearly an escalation of something. I don't want to charge forward unless needed."

The intriguing beauty looked at her, again. Dorothy raised her eyebrows. Her heart fluttered with suspicion, yet also some interest. That's it, she definitely wants something from me. I better find out what it is. Pushing back her chair, she stood and moved to Paige's side. Hand on her chest with some mixture of duty and authority, she said: "Sir, please don't forget my earlier questions. Keeping things legal is on my mind. But if it is appropriate, do you think miss Liu could use a detective for a partner? Simple assistant even? It would be an excellent opportunity to reduce her anxieties while providing me somewhat of an experienced tutor to look up to."

Brushing a loose strand of hair back into its low pony, she grins at the woman. Unsure if this is what either of them really wants, unsure of the outcome, and a little surprised at her own boldness despite the paranoia a partner would inevitably bring about.