[System]
"Why am I here, you ask? Well, for the adventure of course!"
Nicknames/Title:
 Spell Blade
 The Wandering Scholar

Theme Songs:
 Standard Theme
 Battle Theme

Gender:
 Female

Marital Status:
 --

Age:
 20

Sexuality:
 Pauline

Family Ties:
 --

Class:
 Magus
 There are those who spend their lives poring over ancient tomes and texts, unlocking the power of magic, and there are those who spend their time perfecting the use of individual weapons, becoming masters without equal. The magus is at once a student of both philosophies, blending magical ability and martial prowess into something entirely unique, a discipline in which both spell and steel are used to devastating effect. As she grows in power, the magus unlocks powerful forms of arcana that allow her to merge her talents further, and at the pinnacle of her art, the magus becomes a blur of steel and magic, a force that few foes would dare to stand against.
 Magi spend much of their time traveling the world, learning whatever martial or arcane secrets they can find. They might spend months learning a new sword-fighting style from a master warrior, while simultaneously moonlighting in the local library, poring through tomes of ancient lore. Most who take this path dabble in all sorts of lore, picking up anything that might aid them in their search for perfection.

Weapon Mastery(ies):
 Sword, Tome

Inventory:
 Silver Sword
 Arcthunder
 Vulnerary

Personality:
 Youthful, and full of energy and wonder, Aika feels most at home both at the heart of a battlefield and in the depths of a library. She often might act too immature or optimistic for her companions, but she is a reliable source of knowledge, and a well trusted blade. Doesn't like to talk about her family.

Biography:
 Originally from the icy peaks of Frossbarr, Aika took to the roads in pursuit of great masters of magic and martial arts. Her desire to become a legend in both swordplay and spellcraft has led her across the sandy deserts of Alistaf and the thick jungles of Jotenvarr, stopping only to learn and practice with scholars and soldiers alike.
 It was during her stay in Jotenvarr that she learned that King Alexandro himself requested her by name for her skill. Upon arrival, she happily agreed to take up arms in the royal guard.

[User]
Hyakuya

The Manakete chuckled in his mind. It was a small scale battle and he managed to... splatter one on the ground. It was something less than pleasurable to him. He wouldn't deny if he said that he wanted more action, more people to kill, but he had to stay his hand and quietly transform back into a human. Although that thought was cut off when he saw Tybalt get hurt from an axe swing. But he did hear what he was saying. To the woman, he says, the female captive.

Hyakuya flew up once more and then turned his attention to the woman and bandit fighting. He started to head towards him and he was more or less shocked when he saw the female captive shove her fingers into the bandit's eyesockets. Somewhere inside his mind, he was thinking how utterly disgusting it was for a woman to do but everyone was fully capable of that if they didn't have any weapon to protect one's self with. That was something he learned when he was with his previous teammates back in the war. Even he would be forced to do such an act if his dragonstone was not within reach.

Going back to reality, he flew towards her. She was already struggling to head towards Lady Joan who was their resident healer and saw her cough up more blood. Then there was the matter of the blind bandit swinging his knife around like a madman. With one fireball, he finally went down, Or well, he started screaming and howling in pain as the heat got to him and then dropped down on the ground but that was besides the point.

He would pick Heike up gently as to not harm her any further. He said nothing, however, as he headed towards Joan and then placed Heike beside their troubadour. "It seems their captive is injured and would most likely need immediate attention." He told Joan before gesturing to the bleeding woman. His attention would once more divert to another battle. It was Lady Alexandria and her beloved wyvern. It seems the boss has latched on and now the two were nosediving towards the cliff. This would not end well if they would land. He was itching to help but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it so he just landed on the ground and transformed back, thinking that everything was done.

@GrafRoy Zeppeli

[Assistant]
Pauline nodded to Hyakuya and stepped back as the Manakete transformed and rushed into battle. The fight became incredibly fierce, and even though Pauline knew she could help her teammates, she was too scared to join. She covered her face with her hands, muttering to herself.

A dragon's shriek got her attention, and it was not Hyakuya. Alexandra was definitely in some trouble, and the manevour she was trying to perform to knock the bandits' leader off was incredibly dangerous. If it worked, though... Pauline rushed to the cliff the pair was diving from. Going in a straight line. Great. She grabbed her kunai blade, and, thanking Hirotsuka, threw it downwards, aiming at the leader's blue coat. If she hit Alexandra or Vivienne, there'll always be time to apologise later.

[User] The look on the warrior's face told Mikhail that he had some sort of response he'd very much like to express, but the blood tricking out from between his fingers expressed that he was unable to speak due to the neck injury. Instead of retaliating with a smug remark, he only began to march towards the still kneeling Mikhail as he lowered his axe to the ground with a thud, dragging it along the unfortunate earth. As he approached, Mikhail's lance rose into position, stopping the warrior at the tip of its outstretched range. Both knew it was a stalemate; whomever budged first would be stabbed or cleaved by the other. Seeing this as undeniable, the warrior dropped his axe to the ground and rose his free hand high above himself, so that all would see. After holding it there for several seconds, he lowered his arm towards Mikahil, offering him a handshake.

[Assistant]
Mikhail Fuast

An insurmountable amount of relief washed through Mikhail as he saw the royal guard stretch out his hand. Before taking it though, a short, sharp whistle escaped his lips, signalling Rollo to slow the hell down and not trample the knight. Then he took the man's hand and used it to pull himself up before returning the gesture. Despite his worse nature, the cavalier found he was developing a sense of respect for the axe-fighter.

"You have reached a level of stubbornness that I can only dream of reaching," he said with a smirk. "I'm Mikhail Faust and I hope to someday take your place. I'd ask for your name but-," he paused, motioning with a slight jerk of his head to the knight's wound, "It seems I'll have to wait on that."

Rollo pranced up to the emerald lancer like the smug jack ass that he was and nudged his face with an all too wet snout, his eyes gleaming as if to say, "Look, I helped!"

[User]
A bow of the head was the warrior's response as he returned to the line of Royal Guards. He released his neck, exposing the wound for the magician to heal in the same fashion as the assassin. After a moment of incantations and a roll of the head, Mikhail's opponent looked as if the duel never happened. The same couldn't be said for him, with dirt coating his armor and bruises covering his skin. As he too made way back to Trignita, one other guardsman stepped forward, ready to take his turn.

The lancer scanned each of the recruits with intense scrutiny before tapping the butt his spear on the ground several times, and pointing the tip towards Azi.

"I don't see a weapon on you, that clearly isn't a mage's tome," he pointed out the music book that Azi carried. "Do you fight?" he asked the bard with genuine curiosity.

[Assistant]
Diana

A quick scan of the battlefield. Most of the bandits were dead, the captive had been freed, albeit with a bloody wound, but nothing the healer couldn't fix. These bandits hadn't been so tough after all, they must've taken the other squad by surprise. Unforunate, but it meant her own chances of being selected for the royal guard were better. The only remaining threat was the wyvern, rider, and bandit plummeting downwards. Diana ran forward towards the base of the cliff they descended from, led by the twinkling kunai of Pauline, below the wyvern. Perhaps the bandit would die. Perhaps not, better to be there with a spear ready for him than risk him living and causing more damage. After all she'd only gotten to kill one person today and that didn't feel like enough. She had to prove she was contributing!

[User]
Azi Lukotta

Azi watched the duels intently, wanting to help, but knowing that doing so would likely cause trouble. Following Mikhail's fight, the lancer caught his attention by tapping his weapon on the ground. Simply from the tone of his question, Azi could tell that the man doubted whether he actually had the ability to fight. "If necessary, I can," he replied, putting on a gentle smile. "I do prefer to avoid killing, though." Azi took a stance, holding his quarterstaff at waist-level. He kept his grip much shorter than normal, but that style was well-tuned for precision and made it easier for him to disarm his opponents. "Pardon me," he said as he dashed in.

Azi figured that, if he ran in, the lancer would be surprised and attack. However, since it would be sudden, his opponent's attack would be predictable and easy to counter. From there, if he succeeded, he would be able to disarm him, or at least dodge and knock him down by hitting the back of his knee. "It'd still be much easier if he didn't react," Azi thought to himself as he closed in.

[Assistant]
Tybalt Argyris

"I am quite alright thanks to you Lady Joan," The mage responded to her inquiry, taking her hand to get back to his feet, resting on her shoulder as she finished healing him. "I truly appreciate the assistance."

Tybalt had always appreciated the staff, and their wielders. The expedited healing Joan had given him certainly showed she was more than competent in the healing arts, making her a blessing to have on the battlefield. While he wanted to say more, Hyakuya had drifted in with the bandit hostage, showing she had been injured as well and asking for Joan to heal her. Joan's attention would most likely immediately go to that, so Tybalt hurried off towards the remainder of the conflict. He would have to remember to show his thanks to Joan later when they returned to camp.

As he returned to the battle, he grimaced as he felt the area which he had been struck, his skin as smooth as if he had never been hid at all, a testament to Joan's healing power. However, this left his more important gripe; his outfit had been ruined in the course of the battle.

"Those miscreants! This was Jotenvarr satin!" He whined, "Do they have any idea how much this costs?"

He sighed, there was no point in continuing to complain when they had a fight to win, and this fight was very much in their favor. By his count, there were only two men left, and both were visible from his position.

He could see the bandit leader was far more talented than his brethren, leaping onto the wyvern and threatening Alexandra with a fair bit of confidence. They were going in a death spin now, driving themselves downward in an attempt to shake him off, or have the three of them slam into the ground.

"Oh gods...please don't die, Alexandra."  Tybalt whispered, not wanting to see another squadmate be taken in these hellish trials. He wanted to help her, try and shoot the bandit off or somehow physically get up there himself to assist.

But he could do neither, the position the bandit had put them in had been one that made Tybalt entirely useless. Magic was not known for being precise, and blasting at the bandit leader would absolutely engulf the three of them, a sacrifice he could not risk. All he could do was pray that Alexandria knew what she was doing, and that one of his other party members would be able to help.

This did not mean there was nothing Tybalt could do, however, as there was one other player on the field. Hiro had laid an arrow into one of the last bandits, immediately halting his progress towards the party and rendering him immobile, and while Tybalt was more than happy to get revenge for his ruined petticoat, there was something more important than that.

He heard these men speak, their leader especially. They were all men of Alistaf, people from his country, all most likely driven to this state due to the loss of the war. Tybalt's face drooped in sadness, though he tried to had it by hardening his gaze at the last advancing barrier.

"I'm going to ask you once. Surrender your weapons now, and your life will be spared."  He said, raising his hand to show another Arcfire blast ready to be unleashed. At this range, it would be nearly impossible for the man to sway out of the way of the raging inferno, leaving him little choice if he was a smart man.

[User] The lancer was indeed taken back by Azi's sudden rush into battle right after claiming a preference towards pacifism, but the surprise was by no means enough to falter him. Azi's opponent stepped back and waved his lance before him like a quarterstaff, taking a defensive stance with the butt of the spear pointed at the bard, and the weaponized end resting flat against the outside of his right thigh. He maintained the reverse wield and began strafing to the right to circle around Azi's charge. If Azi continued forward, the lancer would end up due behind him.

[Assistant]
Azi Lukotta

Since Azi's focus was already intensely on the lancer's movements due to him aiming for a counter, he had no trouble keeping up with the strafe. Planting the back end into the earth, he sharply changed directions and pinned his opponent's back hand against his hip to stop him from lashing out with it. At the same time, Azi swept with his left leg to trip him as he drove forward, slamming his shoulder into the lancer's gut. His hope was to at least knock the wind out of him if he couldn't knock him over, though Azi would probably knock the wind out of himself either way.

[User] The less than brutish Azi wasn't enough to drive back the Lancer, but his connection was more than enough to keep his foe from retaliating in that moment. In the next however, the guard rose his left arm to Azi's chest and pushed him back as he pulled his Lance further behind himself with his right hand. After making ample distance between them, he spun the lance infront of himself and began to stab forward.


[System]
Given Name: Momo
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Momo's skin is covered in light-brown scales. She has green eyes and green/black hair. (Currently working on a drawing.)

Hero Outfit:
A bandage-top and shorts for the sake of modesty. She'd run around in less to make maximum use of her flexibility, but that'd be a little too exposing. The most prominent feature of her outfit is the black ball-mask that goes with it. (And potentially the scales that cover her body if you wish to consider those a part of her outfit)

Quirk: Spineless
Momo is not actually spineless, simply highly flexible like a snake. She can twist her body in any way she wishes with minimal effort. Her skin is also covered in a thin layer of mucus, causing her to be slippery to the touch. She has a forked tongue that she can smell with and a set of sharp, snakelike fangs that can unleash their venom at will. Her bones are frail and thin, allowing for her limber movements, so her muscles provide her body's stability. Because of her odd anatomy, she never seems to gain any muscle, no matter how much training she puts in, instead, she seems to grow slightly. Her odd musculature makes her stronger than the average person, though not incredibly strong.

Unfortunately for her, this quirk means she occasionally has to shed skin.

Backstory:
Momo was born to quirkless parents. At age 4 she started developing scales, and her parents were horrified. They knew it was likely for their child to develop a quirk, but they'd deluded themselves into thinking she'd grow up quirkless too. When her scales were fully developed and covered her entire body at age 5, her parents left her in a park, . In the evening a woman with short, dark blue hair approached her. Inquiring about Momo's parents, the woman understood the predicament before Momo herself did. Momo refused to leave the park, so eventually the woman had to leave, but left some food.

The next day, the woman would appear in front of Momo again, but Momo still refused to leave. A week passed like that before Momo eventually gave up. The woman, who'd introduced herself as Alice by then, took Momo home. At Alice's home, Momo was astonished to see several terraria inhabited by several species of snakes. Momo was fascinated by the animals and the resemblance she shared with them. Alice was more than happy to talk about her snakes, of course.

It wasn't too long before Alice officially adopted Momo. Momo was often alone at Alice's place, because Alice had to work late to be able to support the both of them. Despite this, the two grew close, and spent lots of mornings, weekends and occasional afternoons together. Momo was taught how to take care of the snakes, and whilst taking care of the snakes, she often just sat and observed them. Depite the hardships along the road, Alice managed to turn Momo into a decently social young lady.

Supporting Characters:
Alice Suriza - Guardian

Other:
-Her age is hard to tell because she is covered in scales.

[User]
Briefly interacting with - @Norschtalen, @pkken

Connor took the bottle of water and the towel gratefully. He chugged down a massive drink of cool water, then wiped most of the sweat off of his face with the towel. That felt a lot better. He thanked the girl and watched as the last few people started to finish off their own tests. He knew he had done well, but had he done well enough compared to everyone? He couldn't be sure, of course. Connor had done his tests before most people. He gave a nod of acknowledgement to Lance who was relaxing in the shade, and then plopped down under his own tree to relax.

Soon enough All-Might rounded up and dismissed the students to all their classes. Connor had almost forgotten it would still be like a normal school, they wouldn't just be fighting and doing physical activities the whole time. It was a little unnerving to see the pro-heroes teaching classes that had nothing to do with heroic actions themselves, but that didn't stop Connor from doodling in the most boring classes - mostly maths and literature - and subtly scratching his initials into the desks that he could get his daggers on. It was just a little thing he liked to do - he wasn't too sure why.

And then, the school day was over, and it was time to head back to their dorms. Connor had some homework to do but... decorating came first. He took the posters from his bed and hung them up in nice places in the room. His favourite movies and bands now adorned his room, and also just a few aesthetic things. Now what? His books lingered in the corner of his eye, subtly telling him he should do the work, but his phone called harder, and Connor found himself browsing things that he wasn't even that interested in. Pictures of dogs, and cityscapes, and games he didn't play, and movies he never watched. Suddenly he heard a commotion from somewhere... it sounded like the wolf boy from earlier, but angry. He peered out of his window and saw the kitsune girl he vaguely remembered seeing earlier walking away from the dorms. That didn't bode well, but Connor wouldn't get involved. Now, back to his phone. His homework could wait.

[Assistant]
interacting with @kidjab @Heckno12

He grinned at Enz, cocking his head to one side

"If you want to take the little sister spot around me you're going to have to fight with Tay... Though she'd probs pay you to take it from her."

He grinned still, looking to her leg

"You might want to go to the nurse. You might want to get more familiar with your limits so you don't hurt yourself."

Later on, as soon as Lunch break started, Marius slid to the back of the classroom and placed a meaty hand atop Taylor's head, moving it around in a circle rather menacingly.

"So, how you liking your first day huh?"

Taylor grabbed his hand and glared at him

"I will turn your hand into a pig's tail if you keep doing that. It's okay, the people seem nice enough."

She gave him a rather tired, cold stare. The two were childhood friends, it's only natural they'd stick together on the first day. She didn't want to feel trapped in an old friend group though, but decided having lunch with him like always wouldn't hurt. Besides, knowing him...

"I have money for lunch too if you didn't bring any."

Naturally, he'd have already made her lun-.... Taylor gave him a very confused look. That enough told Marius what she was thinking.

"You always got to at least give a new place's food a try. I only made lunch at our old place because the food sucked but this is UA, it's probably way better here."

He grabbed her by the wrist and hoisted her from her chair. She rolled her eyes, yanking her hand back to her own posession and brushing off her skirt, straightening her hair.

A few minutes later they sat opposite each other like an awkward couple. Any day this would seem strange, but they looked far more comfortable than the entire cafeteria of strangers desperately trying not to look lonely on the first day. He grinned at her embarassment, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You're blushing, are you thinking about how the other girls will be jealous?"

"No, you're just taking playing with your food to another level."

He frowned as what was beginning to form of his Burger-and-fries Taj Mahal sunk back onto his tray, causing him to grin and thrust a finger forward, telekenetically poking her in the forehead. She visibly looked angry by this.

"I will HURT you if you bring that thing back."

"But I liked it as a thing.."

He frowned again, before it disappeared into his natural dopey smile. He didn't finish half his food; after all he'd ordered things just to try them. His verdict was rather mixed, deciding some days it would be an okay bet to bring money instead of packing a lunch. As classes went on Marius listened attentively taking notes with his hand now showing off was over. Marius never had trouble with his grades, effortlessly finishing the school day before thinking a moment, leaving Taylor to herself and leaving.

Back at the Dorm block later on he got on with his homework, finishing it rather early. As he got done he heard the cafuffle in the hallway. By the time he'd gone out however it seemed to have ended, and he decided to head into the town to buy some cup noodles, chocolate and soda.

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Continuing from where left off in Marius' post

She struggled with some of the work in the afternoon, rolling her eyes and giving up on it for the most part, spending a lot of it with her head in her arms. When the bell finally went Marius seemed to be nowhere around and, with a grunt, she blasted him a text saying he owed her chocolate for ditching her. There wasn't really a walk home however from UA, which made her a little sad as that used to be most of the time they spent together bar with her friends at lunch, who were there as much to flirt with Marius as to hang out with her. She simply made her way back to the dorms to sit and be antisocial in her room until the next day, unless anyone started conversation with her on their way out of school.

[User]
Momo managed to score just above average in the tests. Only due to her odd musculature she managed to place higher than most people whose physiologies were unaffected by their quirks. In the toe-touches, however, she absolutely destroyed most of the competition, and the sit-ups went relatively well, too. As soon as the tests ended, Momo took her chance and went to the bathroom. After everyone had finished their tests, they were sent back to class. Momo understood very well heroes also had to be able to function normally in society, but she had been a little disappointed regardless. She'd been looking forward to something... exciting, something heroic.

Most classes seemed to be lectures, while probably important, not very interesting or occupying. Because of this, Momo spent a lot of time just listening with one ear as she doodled in her notebook.

When the final bell rung, Momo started packing her stuff. Class hadn't been very exciting, as seeing a pro-hero becomes less exciting when it happens so often in a single day. On the other hand, Momo had managed to make a decent drawing through all the lectures, which pleased her greatly, as it had turned out pretty well, even though it wasn't quite finished yet. As Momo finished packing up, and everyone was swiftly exiting, she couldn't help but wonder what to do with her free time. She really wanted to hang out with someone, but was held back by a sense of awkwardness born from the fact she barely knew any of her classmates.

Just then she remembered the nice, albeit short chat she'd had with the girl next to her... But what was her name again!? It started with Ana... Right? With a sigh and a deep breath, Momo turned to Anagorm. Trying to seem nonchalant about it, Momo decided to try the sentence Alice had thought her to use, she messed up the execution as she simply didn't have the confidence needed to make it sound right. "Yo. wanna hang? It'll be wicked."


[System]
Merchant

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Level 3

-------STATISTICS-------

-------MASTERIES-------

| VIT -- 22 | 75% | BLADES -- E
| MGT -- 6 | 50% | POLEARMS -- D
| SKI -- 8 | 55% | AXES/BLUNT -- E
| SPD -- 9 | 55% | BOWS/RANGED -- C
| SRT -- 2 | 20% | THEURGY -- N/A
| MND -- 0 | 5% | MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 5 | 40% |
Secondary Statistics

WGT -- ?
ACC -- ??
AVO -- ??
RES -- ??
CRT -- ??

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Traits:

- MOUNTED: This unit rides their favored mount, gaining +2 MVT, while being subject to mounted weapon restrictions as well as being disadvantaged by certain weapons and skills. Similarly, a mounted unit may spend whatever MVT remains to reposition directly after attacking. A mounted unit may dismount at anytime. While mounted, a character may use the 'rescue' command to carry another unit to safety.
- CELERITY: Movement +2.

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* Bronze Short Spear

	+ MIGHT | 3
	+ ACCURACY | 80
	+ WEIGHT | 3
	+ CONDITION | 24/30
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | NA
	+ COST | 190

* Bronze Short Bow

	+ MIGHT | 2
	+ ACCURACY | 80
	+ WEIGHT | 2
	+ CONDITION | 18/30
	+ RANGE | 2
	+ SPECIAL | +5% Critical Rate, Cannot be used with shields
	+ COST | 275

* Bronze Sling

	+ MIGHT | 1
	+ ACCURACY | 85
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ CONDITION | 10/10
	+ RANGE | 2
	+ SPECIAL | NA
	+ COST | 60

* Bronze Crossbow

	+ MIGHT | 5
	+ ACCURACY | 90
	+ WEIGHT | 7
	+ CONDITION | 30/30
	+ RANGE | 2
	+ SPECIAL | NA
	+ COST | 470

Possessions: Vulnerary (1/3), 190 AU

Personality/Appearance
Zarif is a man of 22 years and 7 moons, standing just under 6 feet tall, and never seen far from his Camel, Salador. With skin paler than most and strange clothing, Zarif is one who attracts a passing interest in some, and a scornful look from others. Not accustomed to the lands of Akkad or their strange gods, Zarif tends to appear bit naive about its ways and customs, though this is often a ploy used to lower people's guards to his cunning. Still a salesman at heart, Zarif always does his best to strike a good deal.

Backstory
Born in the distant lands beyond the endless desert to the west, Zarif was raised to be a Merchant like his father, and took to it quickly. When he was old enough, his father bought him his own Camel, and Zarif quickly bonded with the animal, whom he named Salador, and has been inseparable ever since.

Having heard stories of a mythical "Golden Land" beyond the desert, with cities paved with gold, armies so large that drank rivers dry, and a king who was both a god and a giant, Zarif joined a merchant caravan to cross the seemingly endless desert. After many moons, with the lands they had been traveling to, with the destination almost within grasp, the caravan was set upon by raiders. Nearly dead and robbed blind, a mercenary company crossed paths with the bloody scene, and managed to save Zarif and Salador. Trapped in this strange land, and with no way to return home, Zarif joined the company, and has been with them for 3 years.

[User]
The older man merely nodded, though rather ambivalently toward the young mercenary's words. Taking a few steps alongside them in the dark.

Kastilus: "I've naught to worry, not with your able band at my behest." For once the scholar manages to break his stony guise and muster a smile at the side of his lip. Imposing himself between the bandit and Etor himself, Kastilus inspects the rising pillars and brickwork, alongside their innumerable pictograms before replying to the boy in kind, "They speak of this Ziggurat in Zagros as one of the original cradles of civilization in days long gone. Of three equal parts, a place of governance, a place of worship, and thirdly of most interest to me, a tomb." His words are punctuated with various carven images deep in the cracked sandstone.

Kastilus: "Not of kings or men, but rather of a symbol. Clay tablets discovered in a ruin at Uruk name this as the resting place of the Crook of Dumuzid, a great lugal before the first Dynasty of Kish whose reign of ten sars brought unity to the people these lands, a unity unlike that of our current šar-kiššati. . ." The man sighs, he does not hold his tongue in the presence of the Hellions, though few would speak out against the Emperor. "Regardless, I've secured your pay in hopes to see Lugal Dumuzid's implement of rule with my own old eyes, you see."

Kastilus moves 5 tiles to 13-30

[Assistant]
Siris had been patiently waiting for his allies to break down the wall, but the instant it crumbled before them so too did his patience.

Siris: Charge!!! Follow me!

He quickly runs past Lyun and makes an abrupt turn to the left with his shield out. Shortly after there's a loud noise as Siris's shield and face impact into the wall.

He rubs his face with his sword-hand attempting to fruitlessly lessen the stinging sensation

Siris: Gah!! What the hell! Guys this is just a dead-end.

Siris moves 4 tile to 5-31

[User]
Makeen

"Aye Aye sir, we'll keep an eye on him." Makeen said absentmindedly as he admired his new loot. With the thought of more treasure ahead he rushed forward.

Makeen moves four tiles to 13-31.

[Assistant]
Iddin

Iddin: "A place of worship? Well then, why don't we worship a more worthwhile deity in their place? I will keep the power of mighty Zuzu ready. Keep the formation so I can stay inside, and we can all leave here as much richer men."

Iddin's feet fall softly on the hard tile. The stagnant air barely moves the priest's ornamentation, but what little does seep through creates a barely audible haunting whisper: an omen of death behind his allies' blades.

Iddin moves two tiles to 6-32, passively triggering Inspiration.

[User]
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE

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FOES

BLUE YEEK WARRIORS x 2

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR

| VIT -- 11 BLADES -- C
(-0 Accuracy / -0 Might)

| MGT -- 4 POLEARMS -- D
(-10 Accuracy / -0 Might)

| SKI -- 5 AXES/BLUNT -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -0 Might)

| SPD -- 6 BOWS/RANGED -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| SRT -- 0 THEURGY -- N/A
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| MND -- 0 MYSTICISM -- N/A
(-10 Accuracy/ -1 Might)

| LUK -- 4

* YEEK CLAWS

	+ MIGHT | 1
	+ ACCURACY | 80
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
	+ CLASS | BLADE

* GNARLED SPEAR

	+ MIGHT | 3
	+ ACCURACY | 80
	+ WEIGHT | 4
	+ CONDITION | 5/5
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb, knapped to a point.
	+ CLASS | POLEARM

* YEEK HIDE

	+ DEFENSE | 1
	+ WEIGHT | 0
	+ SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.

JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.

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BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #1
VIT 0/11
KILLED BY ASHUR

BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #2
VIT 11/11

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ALLIES

Gesties

| VIT -- 6/14 BLADES -- D
(-5 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| MGT -- 6 POLEARMS -- E
(-15 Accuracy / -1 Might)

| SKI -- 7 AXES/BLUNT -- E
(-20 Accuracy / -0 Might)

| SPD -- 5 BOWS/RANGED -- C
(+5 Accuracy / 0 Might)

| SRT -- 2 THEURGY -- N/A
(-20 Accuracy / -2 Might)

| MND -- 1 MYSTICISM -- N/A
(-10 Accuracy/ -1 Might)

| LUK -- 6

* BRONZE SICKLE SWORD

	+ MIGHT | 5
	+ ACCURACY | 75
	+ WEIGHT | 4
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ CLASS | BLADE

As the disgruntled Scorpion is hurried forth by the edge of Ashür's blade, a curdling cry echoes from yonder bleak hall, bouncing back and forth from obelisk to obelisk. And with it, just as Gesties careens his head northwards, a sharpened spike, coated in Zuzu-knows what filth darts toward him, catching the merc through his abdomen which only elects another cry, pained and sharp to bounce through the crumbling rubble.

YEEK WARRIOR #1 moves to tile 11-29 and attacks Gesties with its GNARLED SPEAR for 8 damage.

GESTIES counterattacks with his BRONZE SICKLE SWORD for 8 damage.

Gesties: "D-Damn!" He cries out, a deep red stain swelling around that purple cloak of his. With a mighty swing back, his own gleaming bronze cuts deep into the blue beast's rubbery hide.

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HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE

Gesties wastes no time, clutching that thoroughly pain-stricken side of his and pushing his way past the bandit behind him, too on edge to stop the merc. He bumbles further, past Kastilus, Etor, and Makeen too. "You damn Hellion bastards are gonna get me killed. . ." He growls.

GESTIES moves to tile 14-32

Without a chance to retort any more than a riled grimace, Ashür fills the space that Gesties left for him, weaving that curved blade past the outstretched spike into the Yeek's throat.

ASHUR moves to tile 11-30 and attacks YEEK WARRIOR #1 with his BRONZE CURVED SWORD for 4 damage, killing it. He then recieves 18 XP.

Ashür: "On your guards, another lurks in the shadow!" He calls back, "Make no unnecessary moves."

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[Assistant]
The sounds of battle, muffled as they may be by the walls between the two groups, urge everyone to get a move on. Lyun steps up to the wall, once again, gripping his axe with both hands.

Lyun moves 3 tiles to 6-30. He then attacks the crumbling wall with his battle axe, dealing 18 damage and gaining 1 EXP.

[User]
Makeen

The sound off battle echoed down the hall. Seconds later the purple cloaked meat shield pushed past Makeen gushing out blood from his chest. Makeen moved closer to him, "Looks like you're serving your purpose well." said the young theif sarcastically. The wounded man scowled at him. "Oh calm down let me take a look."

Makeen brought out the tome Ashur so kindly gave him. "Let's see... I think this is how it goes."

Makeen moves one tile to 14-31 and uses HEAL to heal Gesties for 9 VIT. Makeen gains 18.5 EXP.

[Assistant]
Etor: " Right. You paid us for a job and that's what we're here for. Now if you'll excuse me I must be getting to work at the task at hand."

Etor moves past kastilus and around Ashur into the darkness. The sounds of jagged breathing help coordinate the position of the yeek. Once he encounters the scrappy beast he hears a wall break down some distance away.

Etor: "No surprise but there's definitely more yeeks here. "

The young spearman attacks the yeek but the darkness aids the blue bastard as the gnarled spear lunges at etor.

Etor moves 5 tiles to 10-28 deals 6 damage to the yeek but takes 4 damage in return.

[User]
Another room, another crumbling wall, which Lyun promptly took another swing at. With his massive body blocking anyone else from getting a good shot at the door, Zarif once again poked the wall with his longspear, sending it tumbling down like the last one.

Zarif moves to 6-31 and attacks the wall with his longspear, dealing 3 damage and gaining 1 xp. The wall is destroyed


[System]
UserName: Konan375
Age: 25

Mageblood type: Aqua

Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Naerse Human

Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand.

Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye.

As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it.

When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most.

He got there five years later.

After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?"

Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness.

He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later.

Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz.

Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him.

Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues.

Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

Yellow Ring
Name: Illuminating Ring
Description:
Type: Non-Combative/Combative
Range: Individual to up to five meters
Duration: Depends on the mode
Other information:
This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash.

Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source.

Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily.

Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.

[User]
☆ Helena ☆

She flushed a little when he told her not to be jealous. She wasn't jealous. She was a little frustrated perhaps, but not jealous. Jealousy would imply that she cared if Henri was interested in Lyn as well. Even if he was only interested in Lyn she wouldn't be jealous. Well at least not for longer than like a day. But it would never be enough to make her bitter or angry with either of them.

She looked to the other girl when she hissed, noting that it sounded painful, pulling her face free of Henri's hand. Her brows furrowed slightly and she looked at Lyn with confusion and concern. "Lyn…" she started before the other girl quickly excused herself and took off. Helena took a small step after her, calling her name again, but she didn't make it far before Keri was stepping in to reprimand Henri again. And a little bit her.

"What the…" she started, but didn't get the chance to say more. She stood there, almost a little opened mouthed as both Keri and Henri went at it. Not one of them let her have a chance to say something that might have helped lessen this whole situation and instead just had the same conversation again that had already been had not more than five minutes ago.

Even when Henri spoke to her she didn't get the chance to answer him before someone else was cutting in. Again. But at least this interruption came with less lecturing and more support of Henri. "Leith is right," she agreed, taking Henri's hand again and stepping closer to him again. "Mostly. I just think at this point it's wiser to just let things go until tempers have cooled." She looked up at Henri more, giving him a soft smile. "I also think you're more in need of company now than before. You can't shake me that easily."

[Assistant]
Henri's mischievous and charming smile was gone, giving place to a hard and serious expression. It was clear to anyone who saw him right now that things were most definitely not ok. He felt like as the time passed, there were fewer and fewer people he could really trust if something went wrong. Reliable companions. Helena, Leith... And about Lyn... He wasn't so sure about her anymore... She was a good girl but...

"Ridiculous... Henri thought to himself, referring to that whole situation as he sighed deeply.

Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately another voice interrupted not only his thoughts but Helena as well... It was Leith. Apparently, he had heard what Henri just said to Helena and wanted to know what happened.
Henri knew about the situation with the shapeshifter already, so it wasn't that big of a surprise when Leith said he was targeting the college.

"You surely heard what happened back in the carriage? How I was treated and threatened. And you surely know what has been happening between me and Tyrael since the very moment I put my feet on the college" Henri said.

"You want the short version, right? It won't help you at all to understand the situation but there ya go: I asked Lyn to give Tyrael, Athalus and Alaira a message for me. It was basically "Fuck off or else". Lyn isn't the one to blame regarding all this bullshit with Tyrael, Athalus and Alaira, but she is the center of it. The only reason I'm being threatened, antagonized and disrespected like this is because I'm hanging around her. Apparently this offends her daddy dearest and it's goons." Henri continued.

"After that, Lyn freaked out, her arms started bleeding due to her powers and she ran away. That's it." Henri said, looking towards Leith.

"If you want to hear a bit more about it, the situation with Tyrael has been driving me on edge. It's not exactly comfortable living nearby someone who is your enemy, someone who is a threat to you, knowing that if something happens, no one will be on your side. Athalus and Alaira were the last drop. Do they expect me to be threatened like that, treated like that and disrespected and simply lower my head and accept it without saying anything? That won't happen. If they want to say whatever they want, they will hear what they don't." Henri continued, as he pulled one of his knives and started twirling it on his hand.

"The same goes for Tyrael. Have you ever asked yourself how I'm still alive? How do I always get out on top even when fighting against dangerous enemies? My tongue is as sharp as my daggers. In many ways." He said, still twirling the knife on his fingers.

"You say about working against our enemies, but I can't help but consider Alaira, Tyrael and Athalus as my enemies after all this. I was repeatedly threatened by them. I don't know if they will attack me or when they will attack me. If something happens, they're definitely not trustworthy. At least not for me." Henri completed.

Just after Henri finished speaking with Leith, Helena finally was able to talk something. Stepping closer to him and taking his hand on hers.

"I also think you're more in need of company now than before. You can't shake me that easily." She said after agreeing with Leith.

"Yeah... Even if you didn't say that, I don't think I would be able to let you go after seeing this smile." Henri said. Even though he was still pissed off with all that situation, his expression became a bit softer after Helena's words.

"Thanks. I promise I'll make it up for not giving you the attention you deserve." Henri said, with a discreet smile.. Even though he was still upset, his expression was a bit less threatening than before. It appeared that Helena's words were effective.

But before he could say anything more they were interrupted once more. This time it was Ssarak. While Henri had never really talked seriously with Ssarak, he knew Ssarak was a serious guy, and definitely wouldn't put even more fuel on the fire.

Something serious he wanted to discuss with Henri? Henri simply raised an eyebrow after he heard that. He was obviously on the defensive after he heard that. After everything that happened, it would be weird if he wasn't.

"Is it really something so private and important that Leith and Helena can't hear?" Henri asked, looking to Ssarak as he analyzed his reaction.

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Leith went whiter than usual when Henri told him that Lyn had run. All the things that could happen to her ran through his mind. Yes, while she was no longer a child, she still had very little life experience outside of the college, and in a city like Shimmerston, even though it had prettied up for the festival, it still had some pretty dark parts. He realized that if Keri saw or heard about Lyn running away she would have gone after the her unless someone else had. While he still worried about Lyn, it was less so.

As Henri explained what was going on in the exact opposite way that Leith had asked, a crowd of children had gathered around, awed by Henri's knife skills. They clapped and cheered once he had finished twirling his knife. They quickly dispersed with giggles and screams once Henri started flirting with Helena.

Leith rubbed his face with a hand. Even though Henri had done the opposite of what Leith wanted, he got a good enough idea of what was going on. He chuckled as something that Henri said registered. "I think Althalus will get a good laugh out of being called an it, but in my honest opinion, I really believe that no one at this college is threatening you near as seriously as you think they are, except maybe Tyrael, but Tyrael threatens everyone. None of who you mentioned would actually do harm to the person who saved Lyn's life. It would destroy her. I actually didn't overhear what was going on in the carriage, which was why I asked, but you have given me enough information for me to say-"

"Excuse me, Henri. If you do not mind, I would like to pull you away for a moment and speak in private. There is something important I would like to discuss."

Ssarak had approached the three of them. Leith had been too busy talking to Henri to notice the Esyire walk up to them.

"Ah, perfect!" Leith said with a smile. "A better mediator than I ever could be." He bowed his head to Ssarak. "I'll leave Henri to you and head back to the others." With that said Leith went back to the group.

"So, I don't think that Henri actually knows you're Lyn's father." Leith said to Althalus as he approached him, a smile on his face.

Althalus would feel something wet on his sleeve. Water mixed with mud for visibility scrawled out a message. Keep a close eye on your hand. The shapeshifter is The Eternal Hunger's sister. Once Althalus had read the message, the water-mud writing wicked away, leaving his sleeve dry and unstained. Leith chuckled nervously. "He called you a goon, too, I think."


[System]
{ Ignore the tail }
Alias: Princess Kinoko/Kinokou, Princess of All Saiyans, Son Kinoko/Kinokou, Kino, Universe 7's Last Female Saiyan, Third-Mightiest Saiyan.
Date of Birth: April 18, Age 735.

Age: 44 (physically 24-29).
Height: 5' 7".
Weight: 121 lbs.
Species: Pure-Saiyan.
Gender: Female.

Relatives/Relationships:
* Bardock (biological father; deceased).
* Queen of Planet Vegeta (biological mother; deceased).
* Raditz (older paternal half-brother/former teammate; deceased).
* Vegeta (older maternal half-brother/mentor/teammate).
* Kakarot/Goku (younger paternal half-brother/teammate).
* Tarble (younger maternal half-brother).
* Android 21/"Amaia" (younger adoptive-sister/teammate).
* Gohan (paternal half-nephew/teammate).
* Goten (paternal half-nephew).
* Trunks (maternal half-nephew/godson).
* Bulla (maternal half-niece/goddaughter).
* Pan (paternal half-grandniece/goddaughter).
* Chi-Chi (sister-in-law).
* Gure (sister-in-law).
* Bulma (sister-in-law).

Occupation(s): Princess of Planet Vegeta (formerly); High-Class Warrior; Part-Time Farmer/Grocery Clerk.
Affiliation(s): Dragon Team/Z-Fighters.
Former Affiliation(s): Galactic Frieza Army.

Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Black.

Personality: Pure, Impulsive (a little), Capable, Short-Tempered, Competitive, Stubborn, Determined (obsessively), Unstable (somewhat), and Gentle (yet Tough).
(When Turned-Evil: Sadistic, Aggressive, Selfish, Devious, Cold, and Arrogant.)

Power(s): Super Saiyan 1-3 (nearly 4), including Blue.
Abilities: Superhuman Strength/Speed/Durability/Senses, High-Low Temperature Resistance, Martial Arts, Acrobatics, Flight, Afterimage/IT, Telekinesis, Ki-Control/Sense/Transfer/Regeneration, Kamehameha (taught by Goku), Galick Gun, Big-Bang Attack (taught by Vegeta).

Voiced By (actor/actress):
Theme Song(s):

[User]
Kinoko was just about ready to possibly fly at Kitsu's rescue, but then, she was being stopped by a hand. Turning her head, she saw her older brother holding her back; to whom she was giving a look of disbelief upon her youthful features. She listened to him explain the circumstances, yet she still slightly trembling, as if she didn't want to believe what the Prince was telling but then, it was necessary to comply. It was against her nature in leaving someone in distress, but then, they were currently upon something that had to be done, no matter what happened on the side-lines. The princess didn't want to act like nothing drastic happened, but then, she felt the need to...until she remembered the things the Prince had said the day before.

"It's hard to believe that Saiyan blood runs through you, sometimes...don't say you're half of me...how you have my blood and Kakarot's idiocy is beyond me...you are not just any Saiyan, Kinoko; you are a princess, part of your duty is to excel over others. It's your bloodline, whether you accept it or not."

His words replayed themselves, and she remembered them well. They had remained fresh in her mind, since yesterday, and they still left an imprint within her consciousness. She looked down at the destroyed forest, having to wonder whether if Kitsu was okay or not. However, his power level seemed to have disappeared completely, and she still worried. What snapped her out of her thoughts was to hear Yuvo's voice close by. The next thing the female Saiyan witnessed, was to see Vegeta go flying into the cliff, along with Goku. Kinoko gasped to see the villain next to her, and find herself get launched into another cliff, hard, and land with a pained grunt. Within the dust, the princess laid there for a few seconds, with her eyes closed. Months of abuse she had to endure came rushing back, as well as memories of the past.

"My name is Kinoko. I am the Princess of all Saiyans. I have the blood of the first-class, from my mother, along with the third of my father."

Images of Planet Vegeta came to her mind, as well as its destruction.

"As one of the elite, I hold onto my Saiyan pride; through life and death, I represent each and every one of them; both royal and peasant; friend and foe; alive and deceased."

Images involved the death of Vegeta, at the hands of Freiza, came to her mind, and her hand began to twitch. She remembered the time she had killed Raditz, as well as the time when Vegeta had succumbed to the evil magic of Babidi. Kinoko had managed to lift herself up with a groan, and stand.

"And for them, I will keep fighting"

These images have left a psychological scar within her, and it became infuriating. Her aura intensified, and soon enough, the entire mountain nearby collapsed. Her eyes were closed, until she eventually opened them, and look up at Yuvo with stern eyes, and gritting her teeth. Her hair began to grow longer, becoming that of Super Saiyan 3. Flying back up, on the villain's level, she slowly lifted a hand, sending a telekinetic force upon him, downright stilling, or paralyzing, him on the spot.

"I never intend to give up. Whether on Vegeta's, on Goku's, or on anyone's life!"

Hostility, as well as murderous intent became clear, after tightening her telekinetic grip upon him, practically intending to squeeze the life out of him.

[Assistant]
Yuvo's eyes arched as power erupted from Kinoko, 21 tried to yell at her not to show him but by then it was too late. A bright grin rested on Yuvo's face as he stared at the Super Saiyan in front of him. His eyes moving over her form taking in her energy, he didn't have much time as he felt something invisible surround his body before it started to crush him. He blinked a few times surprised at the invisible force, though as his eyes moved to Kinoko he realized that she was the source of it. A small laugh escaped from him before he turned his head towards the sky laughing uproariously as Goku and Vegeta rose back up to join the fight.
"Stop don't show him any more!" 21 yelled.
"Hahahah fantastic!" Yuvo screamed.

Yuvo let out a loud yell and immense power erupted off him, blowing everything back, he pulled at the telekinesis around his body forcing it open before extending his hand grabbing Kinoko with her own power, grabbing her throat and slowly crushing it.
"Power! Power after power! I've finally gained the power of a Super Saiyan 3 and now...now I have this new power! Kinoko! You are everything I want! Show me more! Show me more of your power! Go beyond! I need more! More!"
The three tried to approached but Yuvo held his free hand out stopping them with telekinesis a bright grin on his face as he glanced over at them.
"I'm not talking to you," he said before focusing back on Kinoko.
Goku and Vegeta grit their teeth as they struggled in Yuvo's grip, Goku started to power up to break free but he froze realizing that if he did that Yuvo would just notice his energy, looking over at Vegeta and 21 they had come to the same conclusion.
If they went Super Saiyan Blue his power would go far beyond anything they knew, he might approach a god's level at that point.
"I'll rob you of everything! I'm beyond-"
"Oi."
Yuvo turned his gaze only to see Ryo inches from his with his fist back, the next moment he found himself in the side of a moment. Ryo shook off his hand letting out a small sigh. Adjusting the mask on his face he moved his hands to his hips, the telekinetic hold fading from the group's body.
"You're coming on pretty strong dude...girl's generally don't like that...I think."
"Kitsu!" 21 yelled. "You're okay."
"Of course I'm okay," Ryo said. "He just hit me with some weird blue ball."
His clothes were a tad torn and burned but he wasn't any worse for wear.
Vegeta stared at Kitsu his eyes narrowing a bit, even if it was Yuvo using it that was still one of his skills. Seeing a earthling of all things survive it drew his attention a little.

Ryo looked over at Kinoko before tapping the side of his head.
"Stop showing the guy your power. He's annoying enough to deal with," Ryo said. "Anyway you should be able to kill him, I did my job."
Yuvo shot out of the mountain flying straight towards Ryo, with a loud scream his aura flared before it immediately died his eyes widening as all his ki suddenly vanished. Ryo caught him by his arm to keep him from plummeting to the earth.
"Eh...m-my Ki...i-it's gone. I can't summon it," Yuvo said staring at his hand.
He pointed his hand at Ryo trying to shoot him with a ki blast but nothing came, not even a spark.
"You guys rely too much on Ki," Ryo said looking at the others. "I wasn't trying to kill you during our fight Yuvo, I was hitting your pressure points. Doesn't matter how strong you are...if you can't manifest Ki it's hard to do what you normally do...and you rely on that right?"
"Y-you..."
"It's a shame you can read moves but not intentions," Ryo said releasing him. "Fighting Ki users is my speciality after all."
Ryo floated over and pat Kinoko on the shoulder as Yuvo plummeted towards the earth.
"I'm done here, you guys can do that thing where you kill the bad guy and win the fight right. I'm going to get a soda, he's all yours."
Yuvo fell towards the earth trying to fly but nothing came from him, he raised his hand to Kinoko but nothing came out, all he could do was watch Ryo fly away and Kinoko slowly get further away as he fell towards the ground.
"W-wait! Killing me like this isn't fair right! Don't you want a proper fight?! J-just wait till I get my Ki back and I'll give you a good fight! You want that right Kinoko!"
Goku looked over at Vegeta at this causing the prince to glare at him.
"What?!"
"...nothing...this just seems oddly familiar...hope she doesn't have too much Vegeta in her."
"What'd you say?!"
21 didn't have the heart to say that Goku had fallen for that trick too.

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Kinoko was so wrapped up in her own rage, she wasn't even aware that 21 was trying to warn her about the cost of the situation they were currently in. The fire in her eyes were evident as she tried to squeeze the living out of Yuvo, literally intending to immobilize him, and perhaps find an opening, once he falls into weakness. The female Saiyan, however, notice her own power slipping, as soon as she heard the bio-android start to laugh, in an uproar. She didn't know what was so funny, but the moment the princess felt an invisible seemingly close in around her throat, she came to realize that Yuvo had managed to copy her energies.

The control over her own telekinetic force had slipped completely, when she felt him trying to close her airway. Kinoko gritted her teeth, as she tried to fight off a common power she used to wield, that was currently being used against her. "No", she choked out, using every ounce of her own being to continue fighting. Having to look to the side, and find 21 and her brothers halted in place, it only made her push on even more. "A Saiyan...never stops. I won't...stop...!", she growled, clenching her fists together, and letting her eyes pierce back at Yuvo with murderous intent.

It felt as if she wasn't in her right mentality at the moment. Instead of her pure-hearted self, she was entirely battle-hardened; the boiling mindset of a true Saiyan, seeking to create violence. The trauma, the memories, and Vegeta's words fueled her own anger, so at this rate, she was beyond calm restraint.

"I'm not weak! And I'll never quit in protecting my family. A Saiyan never quits!"

She said to herself once again, having to be a constant mantra that repeated itself, as she continued to counter the invisible force. The princess was just about to let out a yell, until she saw Ryo cutting in, causing her to somewhat relax her stature, having to be not as aggressive as before. The hold disappeared completely, and the princess watched as the Earthling had managed to outsmart the bio-android, and throw him into the Earth.

Her power began to decrease back to normal, once she had managed to calm down a little. She didn't say anything, but just kept her eyes on the alien as he fell. As much as she wanted to remain calm, and retain her own sanity, now that their opponent has been drained of energy, the comment that Yuvo made, made Kinoko grit her teeth, clench her fists, and softly growl. Powering up to Super Saiyan 2, she launched a big blue ball towards the falling alien.


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Dominic is rather outgoing and easy going. He is fast to trust and wears his heart on his sleeve (traits that have come back to bite him in the ass). Dom is constantly cracking jokes and making quips, trying to keep the mood light (sometimes he does this at inappropriate times, or just doesn't know when to shut the hell up).
Background: Dom is a double major in Psychology and Criminal Justice. He is the first member of his family to attend college, thanks to the magic of government loans and scholarships. However money is incredibly tight and he can barely keep lunch meat in the shitty fridge in his dorm room. After he caught word of the professor's study he signed up, eager to make a few bucks.
Chosen Pill Color: Yellow
Likes: Metalcore Music, Dots (the amazing gumdrop candy), Tabletop RPGs
Dislikes: Waking Up Early, Unsweet Coffees/Teas, People who over-analyze things.

[User]
Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up.

Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles.

Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.

[Assistant]
Penelope's eyes widened as Ferghus made his entrance. "Well, that was subtle..." She murmured, shaking her head slightly. To his question, she shrugged. "That's Vee's business, not mine." She explained in matter of fact way.

Realizing that Orion had ignored her, she turned her head slightly to glare at him. "Hey! Don't ignore me, loser!" She called out, hitting Orion on the shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to really start anything, but it wasn't a tap either. "I'm trying to make conversation here, doofus!" She told him, putting a scowl on her face. After a while, she chuckled slightly. "You should stop playing with your small balls and socialize." She joked, raising a brow at him.

"Anyway, 'Sup with you, Ginger?" Penelope asked, turning back to look at Ferghus.

[User]
Even with the enhanced reflexes that came with the pill the doc gave him Ferghus was still surprised with the dire speed at which the marble whizzed past him. With a look of astonishment that quickly turned into a smirk he spoke directing himself towards the others, "This is a lovely little shop, it'd really be a shame if you had hit the panes, you wouldn't wanna hurt poor old Vee's lively hood now would ya? Ehh, I guess there is no helping it."

Ferghus quickly took a seat on the couch that he had been planted head first in earlier and spoke again, this time directed at Penelope "Oh you know, guess you could say I've been running circles around yeh smokes, but in all seriousness,'fraid I'm a bit worried about the doc, wasn't even around the labs, and now that I think of it, neither were you Striphe. You two plotting something we should know about?"

The relaxed man finally spotted a glance towards Veronica, clearly he and Orion have been driving each other bananas in the lab, and gave another warm smile, a gesture that he often resorts to.

[Assistant]
"Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all."

The smooth sounds of the Alan Parsons Project filled Emily's ears as she walked down the street. She walked at a relaxed pace but with purpose, eager to chat with her new friends from the Project, as she generally called it. As she listened to the album she had heard so many times before, she considered how the others had reacted to their pills' effects. After she had taken her own maroon pill, there had been no discomfort. All that she had felt was surprise that suddenly she understood more than she had before. Of course, when she discovered the other side effect it was a little different. It's hard to remain calm when you think about wanting food and your TV turns on that instant and flips to the Food Network.

Unfortunately for Emily, all of these thoughts occurred very quickly and no noticeable amount of time had passed. No matter, though; the cafe was just around the corner. Reaching the entrance just as "Children of the Moon" concluded, she paused the album from her phone, put her headphones around her neck and entered the Fresh Pot in a way 100% opposite from the Irishman's moments earlier. Opening the door and walking in, she beheld the four that were already there. "Hey!" she said to everybody/nobody in particular, and sat down at the table with Penelope and Orion after giving a glancing smile to Ferghus on the couch. "I see nobody's died yet," she remarked jokingly.

[User]
"Ah ha! Found it!" Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it.

"Welp, here goes nothing," the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head.

"Oh…" Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why.

"Pssssst, Ferg!" He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. "Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They're clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo..."On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. "...I got skittles."

[Assistant]
Nick was fairly indifferent to his new powers, sure they were useful, but he couldn't really use them for fun, he was already good at all the things he wanted to be good at. One of them being riding his awesome motorcycle (which he stole from his cousin about 3 weeks ago) it growled beautifully as he made his way over to the coffee place to meet his super powered peers. He didn't really like any of them, too chirpy and sitcom compared to his normal circles, but he was fascinated by the super powers, his new power Clarity made him hunger for knowledge a lot more than he previously did...(which isn't saying a lot for a dropout).

His Chopper Bike came to a screeching stop outside the cafe, there wasn't a real parking space for bikes so he just left the bike dangerously close to the front door, and burst through the door with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

Does this place sell anything other than coffee?

He said to nobody in particular.

And when I say sell, I mean give me, Alcohol, or a coffee with a little Irish in it.

He lazily smirked at Ferguson and snorted

No offense Hoolihan, or is it Callahan...O'Grady?

He dropped himself quite abruptly in the sofa that Ferguson was sitting in and shuffled so he was somewhat comfortable sitting next to him, without an invitation to, he scanned the room really quick and acknowledged some of the other super powered types in the room, he'd met them all once before. Introducing himself with a nod and little else. He looked Orion up and down with a measure of disrespect, he didn't really like Orion, he wasn't sure why, he just didn't. His eyes flew past Penelope and Veronica who he was fairly indifferent to, and focused on Emily. He couldnt take his eyes off her for at least a good 15 seconds, and flashed her his rouge-ish smirk.

Yo, Em you see my new bike? I built it from scratch, with my own engineering smarts before that pill. After this little hipster meeting let me know if you need a ride back, I promise you I wont go too fast...unless you want me to hahaha.

Nick readjusted himself on the fairly comfortable sofa next to Ferguson and let out a rather loud fart, which was amplified by the leather on the seat, and pulled out a pack of smokes.

[User]
With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment"

"But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him.

As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."

[Assistant]
Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches.

"Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar.

"You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone.

"There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."

[User]
Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to.

After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence.

"Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"


[System]
Nickname: Eve
Age: 16
Powers: Illusions and manifestation.
Gem: Garnet
Bio: TBR

[User]
@KatherinWinter @King Tai

Shiloh woke up a little disoriented. She rolled over to her side and swung her legs over the bed as she sat up. She gave a small yawn and stretched her body out. "Yesterday seems like such a bad dream," she said to herself as she peeked through her eyes. Her heart jumped a little as she saw her room frozen, once again. I guess it wasn't a dream... she thought to herself as a cold chill ran through her body. She had been sleeping in a large sweater and a pair of sweat pants that hung loose on her hips. She stood up and slid her way around her bedroom getting dressed. The walls in her room were an off white and there was one dark brown dresser with a mirror overtop sitting against the wall next to a chair. She grabbed her bag off the floor and began to dig through it. She would need more clothes if she was to be staying here longer than intended.

She slid on a pair of blue ripped skinny jeans and a red hoodie that was a size too big. She neglected a t-shirt underneath her hoodie since she didn't plan on getting warm enough to have to remove the top garment. She slid on her boots and with a sigh she fixed her bed hair as best as possible. Her stomach growled a little as hunger set in. "No more acting like a punk. Time to step up and show the Shiloh that lived on the streets afraid of nothing, not even this stupid gem shit," she told herself as she stood tall and opened the door of her room and headed into the hall.

[Assistant]
@KatherinWinter@arockysmith

It was next morning as Lorenzo woke up. he was in just his boxers as he yawned. His alarm woke him when he was in the middle of a dream about being at the beach in a weightlifting contest, being checked out by many females in bikinis there. Hell, he even gone as far as set up a date for that day with the female in the dream but of coarse, those never last when reality buzzes in your ear.

Lorenzo sat up, popping his neck and stretching as he rolled down to the floor to get in a set of clapping push ups. After getting in 100, he stood up to do his morning rituals. Flexing in the mirror, he smirked "Zo...you are one bad sexy chocolate motha fucka! Checking out his toned abs and cut biceps, his confidence was mighty high today. He was looking forward for whatever exercise they'd get into, feeling that he's gonna have to show off his power.

He went to get on a pair of black jeans and a tight white muscle shirt while sporting some white and black Nike shoes to go with his outfit. He went to open his door, accidentally pulling the nob off the door effortlessly and sighing "FUCK!"

[User]
@King Tai @KatherinWinter

 Charles would wake up in his room.. though it being empty because he didn't simply go straight to rest he decided to practice his ID create and ID Escape skills, for a few hours before he finally passed out granting two levels to his skills from it.. inside of a Instant dungeon, he would stretch and yawn standing and does ID Escape to get out of the dungeon. he would stretch some and checks his inventory and status windows to think some and review his stuff before he left his room hearing a loud cuss word. he looked around and sighed "...that is probably going to happen a lot.." he says with a sigh.

[Assistant]
Tai@olcharlieboi

Shiloh laughed a little as she headed for Zo's room. She leaned against the wall with a smirk, "Trouble with the door I see," she said as the wall behind her began to freeze a little. She wished she could have his power, it seemed a lot better than her ice one. It would have help her a lot growing up. She looked over and saw Charles. She waved a little, "So are you always in a video game or does the whole thing turn off when your not using your gem?" she asked.

[User] Roxy woke to the sound of a curse word. She reached for her knives automatically. She rolled out of bed ready for a fight only to find herself alobe. She growled in frustration. She was glad that she was alone. It was strange to have a real room. She dressed in her leathers once again. She wondered what the day would bring. Hopefully they would start their training. Some of the others couldnt fight worth didn't. She didn't like having to depend on thme in a fight.

[Assistant]
Blinking awake with a yawn Eve stretched like a cat, scowling as she noticed that the dragon was back, perching on the edge of a plain dresser. "Oh, nice to see you too." she mumbled, failing to inject any sarcasm into her words. Changing into a new set of clothes, she grinned slightly as the dragon chased the laces of her boots while she attempted to tie them. Shuffling out of her rather boring room, dragon now clinging to her shoulder, Eve grinned faintly at the others congregating in the hallway. "Morning" she offered covering a yawn. "Do you need a hand?" she asked the door that had sworn like Zo.

Tai

[User]
@arockysmith@KatherinWinter@SilverWolfAngel

As soon as he broke the door nob, Zo looked around hoping no one saw. But...it was too late. Shiloh leaned against the wall next to him as the wall started to get frosty. "I break all kinds of shit that I touch, baby." he said looking over at the wall "But it look like both of us got some issues with our powers..." he said before looking over at Charlie coming out of his room.

Zo then heard another familiar voice, being that of Eve. He turned to see he walking up asking to offer a helping hand "You askin me or the door, baby? The door is pretty much fucked. but maybe we can talk about what it is you can help me with beside that." he said flirtingly.

[Assistant]
@KatherinWinter @SilverWolfAngel @King Tai

 Charles would shake his head at them "Zo you should focus more on your power instead of picking up the girls" he states towards Zo and Eve. "Now hurry up we are probably late for breakfast" he states to them before walking down the hall towards the meeting area figuring that's where they'll probably want them to meet up. He would smirk some because his dungeons can be used to train now, he wonders when he should just surprise the others with it.

[User] Roxy opened the door to her room to find the others gathering in the hall. She frowned as she listened to them. They were already teasing each other. She didn't understand how they could be comfortable enough with each other to do that. She eyed them uncertainly. She wasn't sure what to think of them. She had little in common with any of them but she was stuck with them until she learned to control her power.

[Assistant] John was walking to the adress in the letter that He had gotten the morning before. "I sure hope I didn't miss anything by waiting." He rubbed the stone in his palm and thought about an eagle. A strange tingling sensation spread across his body and suddenly he became a large golden eagle. I might as well get a birds eye view of this before I walk in,he thought. John flew over to the large building. Some of the windows had movement in them and one was covered in ice. He suddenly heard a loud cuss word coming from the ice covered window. Deciding that this was safe he flew over to the front and became human again. "Hello?" John called. He decided to wait there and see what happens.

[User] After waiting awhile John decided to knock on the door. The facility looked pretty empty so he didn't know if it would work. "Well il, try anyway" he said. He knocked three times. "Now I wait again" he said.

[Assistant] Gem opened the door. He raised an eyebrow at the new arrival. He indicated for the boy to come in. "You're late. Come in. You can follow me to the dinning room. The others should be arriving for breakfast soon."

[User] "I'm only late because I was cautious" John said following Gem inside. " did I miss anything important? And what's your name anyway" He asked.

[Assistant] Gem was less then impressed. He shrugged. "There was a battle. The others have arrived and already know the details. You will just have to follow along as best you can. My name is Gem. I am the leader. I have dealt with these gems before."

[User] "Well I'm happy to be here and what was with the ice coating that one window? Wait actually I think I'll find out in a few minutes" John said. "Oh and I hope you don't mind I prefer to fly" John became a small dragon and flew down the hall following the sent of food.

[Assistant]
@KatherinWinter

Zo looked at Charlie "Nah, see....the ladies...are the focus I need for my powers to work right, bruh...." he said placing the door knob down "But I am hungry, I know that much." he said heading down to get his breakfast. He noticed Roxy before going further "Hey baby, what's up? You comin' to eat?" he said calling out to Roxy.

[User]
Tai
Roxy rolled her eyes. She was not impressed with Zo. She wasn't wooed by his so called charm. She didn't think much of him. He was strong but so what? Strength didn't mean anythjng. Or so she told herself. At b early 5 ft. She didn't have much in the way in physical strength. But she had skills. Skills that equalled or surpassed his strength. "I don't usually eat breakfast."

[Assistant]
"I think I was talking to the door." Eve spluttered finally, the crystal dragon puffing out a inky purple smoke that billowed out extensively before slowly dissipating near the ceiling. The scowl that had inched its way onto her face slowly brightening as she turned her attention to food. "Sure let's go find breakfast." Turning her back on the others she strode off down the hall in pursuit of Charles, hoping he had a clue where he was going, first thing in the morning she was only mostly coherent.

Tai@KatherinWinter@olcharlieboi

[User]
@KatherinWinter
 Charles would look back to see eve following and would smile nodding towards her before turning his attention forward. He would just be walking the path they took to get to their rooms from the meeting room. Until he got the scent of food then he would just follow it instead. He would hum thinking about his ability and what types of skills he could learn, with the current materials he collected he wanted to try crafting bit he didn't know how to start.

[Assistant]
@SilverWolfAngel@King Tai
"Come and eat. We need to get started. There os alot to cover." Gem come out into the hall to gather the teens.

[User] Charles would take a seat and begin to eat, while waiting for the others. He knew a lot of the stuff he wanted to do, though he wondered what Gem has prepared for them. He would hum to himself as he ate just getting lost in his train of thoughts.

[Assistant] Following Charles' example, Eve plopped down in the same chair she had occupied the day before, waiting just long enough to see that Charles was eating before tucking in herself. The dragon was eyeing the food almost wistfully, it's incorporeal form unable to consume actual food no matter how divine it may have looked to the small beast.

[User]
@SilverWolfAngel@olcharlieboi

After the conversation not really moving that much, Zo turned to hear that they needed to go eat to get started "Alright don't mind getting my munch on.." he said turning to go leave. Perhaps, he felt he'd get more action from the food than what he got so far this morning.

[Assistant] Roxy rolled her eyes. She followed Gem to the dinning room. She had no intention of eating but she would hang out and watch. She bad learned a lot by watching. She planned to learn as much as possible about the others. If she was going to stuck working with them she needed to know if she could trust them and how much.

[User] John ended up in a room with a large table. There were a few other people already there. John went and sat in a seat farthest away from the others.

[Assistant]
@SilverWolfAngel @King Tai@masterwriter234
Gem waited while the teens that wanted to eat did so. He watched to see who eat and what they chose to wat. He needed to know as much about these new holders as he vould. "Once you have finished we will go down to the gym. Yesterday's battle had given me some idea what your capable of bit I need to see it up close."

[User] Grabbing some eggs, sausage and a biscuit, Zo went to go sit down and listened to what Gem was saying. "So you gonna have us go through some exercises or somethin?"

[Assistant]
@SilverWolfAngel @King Tai @masterwriter234
"I will have you demonstrate your power. If doing exercises are the best way for you to do that then that's what we will do. If your not sure the best way to show me we can do a mock battle."" Gem andwered. He was glad that they were asking questions.

[User] "A mock Battle!?" Eve gaped, "against each-other?!" her voice simply dripped incredulity. "You know if you wanted to kill us, you could have done it while we slept. Probably would have saved you some clean up!" A faint sneeze preceded yet another burst of smoke, and really Eve was grateful that neither the dragon nor it's smoke could interact with anything real, or she'd have been a walking disaster within a day of having the beast, setting off every smoke alarm within in a ten block radius. A second sneeze drifted through the rapidly dissipating cloud, adding in a touch of violet, while the third sneeze sent a tiny vibrant spark skittering across the table, a candle sized flame catching the bland table cloth aflame. "Oh shit." Eve swore tipping her water over the flame with a grimace as the minuscule fire died out with a crackle and a hiss leaving a coin sized black spot, and a rather large soggy puddle. "Sorry" she sunk down in her seat, much like a scolded pup.