[System]
Race: Marga's brother tells her that his best guess on her lineage would be half-human, a man from one of the space colonies probably, and then of course their absent mother. Their mother came from a race of people called the Thuboisii that travel the various galaxies, intent on expanding their people's knowledge and understanding in all matters.

Marga has inherited some features of the Thuboisii from her maternal genes. Her mind processes information quick and puzzles or problems present themselves to her easily, allowing her to find solutions rapidly. Similarly, her five senses are heightened beyond that of a full-breed human.

Appearance:

Marga's physical appearance differs very little from that of a regular human. Though perhaps shorter than average, standing at only 5'5, most of the time she is indistinguishable from the human race. However, when experiencing emotions in their extremes such as anger, arousal or sadness, her skin changes colour to the characteristic light blue and intricate patterning of the Thuboisii people. She has little to no control over the change.

Personality: Marga's personality is best described as feline for the most part. She observes those around her with a demeanour of having little interest or care in their goings on, however she is quietly cataloguing information that may be valuable to her at a later date. Furthermore, like a feline, Marga does not exactly do "friendly" all too well. Be sure that when the mood takes her or the situation arises, she can be completely charming and charismatic, often talking her way out of a dangerous situation or likewise, talking her way into someone's interests. Manipulation of people's emotions is easy for Marga. When she sees an opening in a person's metaphorical armour, she pounces on the opportunity given to her. Extracting people's secrets from them without them even realising that they are giving them away is the art form of a grifter - and Marga is no doubt one of the best. Indeed, she enjoys exercising her skills of manipulation and persuasion when given the chance, be this by deception, intimidation or seduction.

Marga's own emotions are not kept in check all too well. While she can act pious and meek, those adjectives are not what anyone who knew the young woman would use to describe her. She sees most insults as a challenge - a character fault which has led her into trouble more than once. Ever eager to prove she as earned her place among her fellow pirates, thieves and bandits by her own merit and skill and not by warming the leaders' beds, she can be rather reckless.

Marga takes the outlook on life that it is very person for themselves. Though she has her brother, she does not do herself the disservice of relying on him too much for the day may come when they are no longer together. Each person's demons and troubles are their own problem. If they fall beneath the weight and darkness of them, so be it. If a person is not useful to her, they are dispensable and that is just the way of the worlds. As a result, she constantly fears someone better replacing her role in the band of thieves she belongs to.

Skills: Marga's hard-earned place in her band of thieves is secure for the moment as she hasn't come across anyone who can exceed her infiltration skills. Whereas the tactic of others is to go in all guns blazing and take over a ship by force, Marga adopts a much more stealthier approach. Locked doors are no obstacle for her, whether she is locked out or in, as she is an expert hacker and lock-picker. Her methods of infiltration involve sabotage - rot a ship from the inside out without anyone even realising she was there. Then, her fellow thieves can attack a weakened and distressed vessel.

Another skill Marga could be considered an expert in is explosives. While she is light of foot and generally can either avoid or hack security systems, being detected can sometimes be a problem. Her plan B in such situations for a successful getaway are her trusty explosives. BOOM.

Marga is rather proficient in such areas of climbing, abseiling and squeezing/crawling through tight spaces like air vents as her much smaller size and flexibility allows her to do this. Her heightened senses also give her improved hand-to-eye co-ordination. Where she lacks skill is in hand-to-hand combat and knowledge of various weaponry. Her solution when faced with such confrontation is to escape the immediate situation and recalculate her next move. Physically she is not much of an opponent, but intellectually she can bring a man to his knees.

Non-standard Abilities: Marga cannot recite to you great works of literature or poetry, but give her an untracked algorithm and she'll break it for you quicker than you thought possible. The Thuboisii have a superior brain in terms of intelligence and storage capacity than that of a lot of other races as they have unlocked more parts of the brain than most. While Marga does not posses the full extent of these attributes, she has an eidetic memory and an ability to pick up information and instructions fast.

Equipment:
Goggles (see appearance): Marga's googles can pick up changes in temperature (helpful in detecting a person's body heat) and traces of various elements. They are essentially a data base and are excellent when tracking a chemical signature of either a specific race or item.

Explosives and Mask (see appearance): Not all of the explosives Marga constructs are simply made to go boom. There are flash grenades made to blind and stun people; small, localised charges made to block passageways; smoke bombs made to provide cover and toxic or chemical bombs made for various purposes but most regularly to render a room of people unconscious. Her specialised mask allows her to breath and not experience any of the effects from her explosives.

Lock-picking and hacking equipment: Old school and high tech, Marga can turn her hand to both.

Taser gun (see appearance): Located on her left hand, Marga's taser looks deceptively like a rather nasty knuckle duster. However, the sheer amount of voltage fired from the small taser gun is enough to render nearly all species unconscious. Depending on the quality of an opponent's armour, they are not always left unconscious but will experience something similar to having received a blow to the head or having been drugged. The taser is accurate over a range of fifteen feet, any more and results vary considerably.

Bio: Marga was primarily raised by her much older brother, Caael, who is also half Thuboisii. Her brother's other half is unknown but is most certainly not human. Marga's mother left her with her brother because to the Thuboisii, nothing is more important than the pursuit of knowledge - even family. Given that neither child showed the promise or desire to gather knowledge and intelligence from the universe, they were abandoned. This is not an uncommon trait of the Thuboisii.

Marga's brother was already an established member of a group of thieves when Marga was unceremoniously left in his care. His skill as a pilot had earned him a place among one of the most exclusive criminal groups which was compromised of various experts from across the galaxies. Instead of leaving her behind, Caael established a bond with the young child left in his care and brought her into the fold. Growing up surrounded by pirates, bandits and thieves, Marga's path in life was unsurprising. Though, her rising beyond being a standard crew member to an essential and trusted member of the inner circle was.

What led Marga to becoming a member of the team breaching the Lone Star was a botched heist. She and several other members of the infamous group of thieves called the Armada were captured by the United Alliance Navy. Contrary to the saying, there is little honour amongst thieves and so, upon learning on the unique skills Marga possessed, she was given the choice between following her fellow crew members in their executions or joining a task force being sent to explore the Lone Star. Marga chose the later and began planning her escape. Well, that and her revenge. Being a saboteur herself, she could tell that her captured had not being accidental.

Quote: "Whatever isn't bolted down is my business. If I can sell it, spend it or trade with it, it's as good as already mine. And if I don't get caught, I deserve everything I steal."

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FYI, Though this isn't a primary focus of the story, I'm open to romance with this character if anyone is interested.

[User]
Farvis opened the storage locker and grabbed a shotgun and several extra rounds, then put on a space suit and comm system from the same locker. The medical suit he was wearing could withstand the pressure change and had its own air processing system, but it lacked the ability to heat itself, making it of limited use as a space suit. He activated the force field helmet on his medical suit for extra protection and made his way across the umbilical. He was contemplating how to get the inner hatch open when someone decided to just melt the hinges with a plasma weapon. "Are you just going to keep melting through every locked door?" he asked. "We need to equalize pressure in here. Not all of us can survive indefinitely in the vacuum of space, you know. Everyone needs to get inside so that we can reseal the door behind us, probably by welding in in place with more plasma fire."

He entered the room they had just blown there way into, pushing his way past the others if he had to, and went over to the only locker that hadn't been ransacked yet, probably because of the damage to it. To get it open, though, he was going to have to damage it even more. Hopefully it was built like most lockers, and only made of thin metal, otherwise this would hurt.

He increased his adrenaline level to Alpha-state levels and punched the center of the locker door. Hopefully the door would bend enough to break whatever minor welding the heat damage had caused and break the locker open.

[Assistant] As soon as Farvis's hand slammed through the thin metal door of the locker he felt sharp claws grabbing at his wrist, cutting easily through his space suit but catching on his sterile suit beneath. Luckily the added protection from the outer armour was enough to prevent any worse damage, but he could still feel the sharp tine sawing its way through the nano-tube reinforced material far more quickly than a conventional blade should be able to.

[User]
Jemini had the good sense to stay quiet as the Syndarin mentally screamed in her head as she worked desperately to open the door. Her emotions were playing too much with the adrenaline she depended on to stay calm and cool in high tense situations such as this, though usually she had a team behind her back that she could trust and she often had the blessing of being blissfully unaware of the true precariousness of her situations.

Unfortunately the misfits Sevyn had found herself with had no respect or no knowledge of how ships were constructed (at least the mercenaries asked her first if it was safe to blow something up), were too focused on baiting and antagonizing each other rather than focusing on the mission (at least the mercenaries she was with waited until after the job was done), psychopathic killers (at least the mercen... well okay her people were essentially a race of repressed psychopaths so she didn't really have anything to counter for this one), or some ungodly combination of all three.

She also added "sticking hands into places they shouldn't be" to the list, judging from the sounds behind her, though she admitted that she fell amazingly well into that category.

The pilot announcing that he had to leave soon and fast did nothing to help Sevyn's nerves, pounding at the impossible door once in frustration. The nearby console beeped on almost immediately after. Sevyn briefly entertained the possibly of her being capable of great and powerful technomagic before jumping onto the console and began working furiously to activate the manual override. Unfortunately the flashy user-friendly interface shut down the moment the Syndarin touched the screen which made her think of what terrible gifts she was now in control of before the screen rebooted back on, only to now show the base code.

The language the code was written in had been cutting edge when the Lone Star was first built, written specifically for it if Sevyn remembered correctly, and it was so impossibly difficult to work with that it was never released to the general public. In fact it still wasn't, and is only used in the most top of the line military software. Of course that didn't stop Sevyn from getting her grubby little hands on it and while programming certainly wasn't her best skill, she sure as hell didn't want to be blown out of the airlock.

Although, perhaps it didn't bode well when Sevyn realized she still had trouble working with the code and she didn't exactly know what she was manually overriding.

[Assistant] A grinding howl echoed through the shuttle and the status board lit up with warnings as Felix swore loudly into his mike. "Oh shit! Whatever you guys are doing you'd better hurry up. One of the big rocks just grazed my starboard engine pod and almost killed us all!"

[User]
Marga walked passed Farvis as he approached the locker that looked welded shut. As curious as she was to its contents, she figured she'd let Farvis take the risk of opening it. Then if she liked what was inside, she'd just take it - well, eventually anyway.

The special environmental suit she had taken from the shuttle felt strange on her person. Unused to wearing such things as they tended to slow one down and limit one's abilities, Marga hoped there would be enough power left in the ship to enable them to activate the basic life support functions. She did note however, that the grip the suit allowed her to maintain on the floor was a point in its favour. The thief was quietly adjusting her small taser gun onto the outside of her suit and pondering how they were going to get the Gygan inside the Lone Star with them when she spotted the Syndarian who had introduced herself as Seyvn Spades standing in front of a console clearly meant for opening the next door. Having preformed a bit of work in that neck of the woods before, Marga had heard of Sevyn's impressive reputation as a pilot and made a mental note to ask for some pointers from her once this was all over. For now though, Marga knew there were more pressing matters to attend to - like the fact that they were all about to become space mush in under thirty seconds if they didn't open the aforementioned door.

"Not to brag, but codes, algorithms and cracking them are sort of my thing, love," Marga said, coming to stand next to the Syndarian. "Right, let's see what we're dealing with."


[System]
The zeroeth post, created to circumvent the first three posts and allow the robots to make complicated moral decisions.
Alias: No alias given
Age: Unknown
Gender: None, but programmed male
Species: Android
Occupation: Designed for Security and Military Action
Residence: No residence given

Physical Description:

A humanoid battle machine with midnight blue and black coloration over its armored frame. It is generally 6'5", but exceptions apply in reference to necessary/available replacement parts. Take its estimated height at somewhere around human. The build is that of an athletic warrior, in most cases, allowing the machine to be able to take a reasonable amount of hits to the armor before any part of it breaks down, while also allowing it to be dodge-capable, as well as very wiry and flexible in close-quarters combat. It is well-balanced and highly-capable with gyro-stabilization built in to physically adapt to every bump and scrape it encounters.

The arms end in five-digit hands capable of breaking human bones and that of similarly-durable species, requiring either heavy armor or an extremely strong body to resist this and indeed cutting into the flesh with its clawed fingers. The legs end in three-toed feet that automatically adjust to terrain as needed, so as to minimize slowing down. All four limbs are completely articulate and have a high-degree of coordination, the level of which is achieved usually by martial arts masters.

On the back of the android is a high-powered engine with thick blade-like wings that also contain small engine ports. This is a powerful and compact flight-pack capable of propelling Zen over long distances or short jumps. It is about the only way that one can hope to keep up with a Shinespark user, and it is difficult for a lifeform to master the use of the full speed of this equipment without special training...or in Zen's case, programming. For any lower speed, it's fairly-straightforward. The main engine keeps him aloft, and the wing engines alter the direction mid-flight for aerial maneuvers.

The head of Zen is slightly aerodynamic, and has only three red eyes in front, side by side...by side. Presumably, the head carries an auditory and speech center there, as well, but no obvious external apparatus can be seen for that. The eyes may operate independently of the other's directions to allow for them to cover a full range of sight, though he is not designed to see behind his own head.

Personality:

He has one, yes. It is understandable that one would not think that a machine would have much on its mind beyond programming, but that is the difference between a functionary robot and a complex android. For himself, Zen is a highly job-oriented machine that is most adamant about pleasing his creator and holding himself in his lofty ideals of becoming a perfect security device. He has been programmed to accept all forms of battle doctrine and security measures, fighting style and weapon usage, and all things between in order to fulfill the goals of protecting intelligent life from outward threats. He is capable of very intelligent reasoning and even measures of self-sacrifice. And while Zen is not a creature capable of emotions, it can be said that he is a driven being, that he does not operate simply on cold, hard logic, but also - and this was the main idea behind his name - zen reasonings.

Equipment/Cabilities: This is a basic spec-sheet of Zen's

Laser Weapons - There are small black reflective panels on Zen's body that conceal laser emitters. The arms and legs each carry two, in the wrist and shin areas. There are two more on the chest. They are primed for rapid-fire, but may fire sustained beams after a quick charge for three seconds.

Beam Eyes - Zen's three eyes are each capable of independently-sustainable beams, or just quick laser bursts. They are highly-accurate and focused to the point of being able to break through armored doors. There is no question of what effect this has on other heavy-armor targets.

Electro-Claws - His hands and feet can be electrically-charged, causing a target to receive shocks on every physical impact with him. This allows for a target's reactions to be slow in reaction while Zen continues to kick ass or make use of another weapon.

Tesla-Blades - A pair of retractible short swords that slide out from the top-wrist areas of the arm. They each hold a high-heat electro-charge capable of burning right through some targets.

Pulse Weapons - Two of them, hidden in the lower-wrist area. They create physical burst shots, similar to being hit with a battering ram, but in energy form. Can damaged armored targets and jar open locked doors with these weapons.

Flight Pack - As stated before, this flight pack of a high-powered engine and its engine wings is attached to Zen's back to give him a high-powered flight capability, with extreme speeds able to be met after a brief charge-up. It should be noted that while the speed may be equal to that of a Shinespark, it does not create the energy that surrounds a target under that influence. For Zen to break through a physical barrier like that, he must use his physical strength alone.

Full Sensory Suite - Zen enjoys a full range of senses to take in all aspects of an area, its harzards, its enemy targets, and to examine them with great scrutiny. Part of his learning system is the ability to take all details into account and compile them into new tactics and adaptations for later use. He is prgrammed for all human senses, while also being able to see in different spectrums and scan for life signs, energy sources, heat in general, and so on...all of which is mapped on his mass-density tactical system, which is his main source of understanding his physical surroundings.

Zen Craft - Similar to the vessel given to Samus Aran after she wrecked her original craft before the BSL Station Incident, but cast in blue. This vessel is a special support craft for Zen that synchs with him perfectly. Not designed for human occupancy or other sentient life forms.

History:

Zen is an acronym title for the Zenigawa Enforcement Network, designed and built by a scientist, Dr. Oda Zenigawa, for the express purpose of creating a self-directing security system based on his higher ideals of protecting life in the Galactic Federation. The exact nature of this creation is not known to the public, though the doctor himself is known to be a man of wisdom and indeed one of the foremost developers of AI technology within the Federation. He is essentially beyond reproach, in terms of credibility. All of his past work has led to several advancements on the technological end of society.

The good doctor has, however, passed on. After years of dedicated service to the Federation, Zen will represent his final accomplishment, that of a self-sufficient android capable of higher reasoning and self-adaptation. Dr. Zenigawa leaves his creation as his legacy, and his creation has become dedicated towards fulfilling his life-long goals. The only real question is whether or not Zen will get his chance. This mission is his shakedown test, to explore his full capabilities.

Current Line-Up

Kaze
Amber
David
Kat
Cas

In Reserve

Vekt

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@Kazemitsu@CAS1006

"Sorry" Was all David said to Kaze breathing softly taking in a breather form all of that excitement, Hearing what the robot said to them thinking of what they could do next. "So what do we do next chief?" He said to Cass wondering what their next course of action will be, Their was still many zombies everywhere so they would have to be eradicated before they could proceed further, But that was just his opinion. Scanning the area for any other incoming tangos. He wondered if their was other creatures inside of his bunker.

He was trying to ignore the strange noises that zombies or something was making inside of the bunker, He wondered as well if their was any survivors still hidden inside of the building but he doubt it.

[Assistant]
Cassius ignored the Ammo comment; addressing specifications for the weapon at current was irrelevant to the mission and would waste a precious commodity known as time. However, he did take note of the heat did render the X body-less, but only after he pasted them into the walls and floor; for the heat would incinerate the particles. In short, what he was doing was indeed helping, but if he were there earlier and had a better grasp on these creatures, they may have well been to the next room. Yet, the nature of the mission did require caution. At the very least... He know how to handle these so called... "Zombies".

"New Directive: Splash and Burn. Due to the on the 'Fly' nature of this tactic... paste them like I have, then burn the remains. If the Parasite has no host body, it must retreat. Seeing as we have no other way of securing the sectors, this is the only viable strategy we have when dealing with these at present. I will go with Zen forward and reduce them to paste... Your flames will not scorch more than the vanity fabric on me... Which you will compensate me for the event you burn it off... Is this tactic clear?" Cassius was only partially joking about the fabric... But the tactic should have been sound. "Alright, move on me." The Tribunal took lead with Zen moving ahead, for he knew Zen would have better reflexes in the event he needed to defend the Tribunal. At current, Cassius had no way of addressing their individual ammo situations... What was he supposed to say? "Make every shot count." ?

As before, Cassius took a few careful shots to down the "Zombies", which was effortless enough. He took his time moving down with Zen, mostly due to the nature of not wanting to be clumsy and fall into an even worse situation.

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Kathrine Vale:

"Stairs got it, I'll keep an eye out."

the sounds of weapons fire prompted Kat to draw her own weapon, and follow Amber out at a light jog. The creatures she saw were.... well other hands had described them aptly, suffice it to say Kat found them horrific. She let a few shots of her own lose whenever she felt she had a clear shot, and pondered aloud, "I thought the X could perfectly mimic anything, why do these things look all.....melty?"

[Assistant]
Following Zen's plan, Amber gave chase to Cassius as he got on the move. While she made sure to remain in the middle, and close to Vale, she also made sure to be far enough from the Flame thrower as the diea of having two forces of nature pulverizing everything behind them was not reassuring...For the rest, Amber managed to look like she was ignoring the 'zombies' completely. They were being handled enough as it is, and he gun was of no help being this close in range.

"I have no idea." She answered to Vale as they moved. At one point, Vale ran up to a wall where splatters of a zombie had just landed following Cassius' shot. Out of the gauntlet of her armor came out tweezers that she used to collect some of the 'goo' like substance and encase it in a safe, sealed off compartment on her waist. She couldn't pass the opportunity...but shouldn't forget to notify Cassius of this acquisition. Her helmet kept her informed on the comportment state - that is to say, if it remained safe or if there was a breach.

While she was taking the sample, one Zombie crept up to her but was blown to bits before it could attack, to which Amber was so focused she didn't even look at the thing. She then walked back up to Vale's side as if nothing happened. She had given the map to everyone, but seeing as they were in the middle of combat and quite probably focused she decided to act as a GPS. Just in case.

"Turn left on the next corridor."  She would do so until they reached the stairs.

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Zen's plan, Cassius' order - it didn't matter. They were headed for the nearest stairwell in an organized fashion. As they progressed, the question of actually destroying the X and of ammo was raised by the dragon. Not even pausing in his duty to destroy, the android replied thusly...

"The free-floating X are, at best, inconvenienced by our current weaponry, due to their higher resistance to attack. They are barely able to bring any harm to us, in turn, due to our protective fields. The problem of ammunition may be solved one of two ways: First, that an armory will carry either the stores to re-arm your weapon or entire new weapons to use instead. Or second, that power is restored to allow the use of a Recharge Station to instantly process new ammunition for all current weapons."

Indeed. Armories could contain power packs and energy cells of compatible with various weapons, or solid ammo containers for your various other weapons. More importantly, it was an armory, so it would probably have weapons and ammo available in accordance with whatever was stored here. And as for Recharge Stations, well... They were fully-functional synthesizers of ANY applicable ammo, regardless of the weapons. It scanned 'em, processed the materials, and supplied them to full, including spare ammo containers that you might have that were deplated. Isn't modern technology wonderful?

Speaking of decent tech, Amber's specimen gathering yielded some results. That is, the AI of her suit began to analyze the contents of her container for her and displayed what it found within the limits of a mobile scanner's abilities. To wit, it found that the rather disgusting material the Zombies were composed of was degraded organic compounds originating from human flesh. The cells had been either dead or dying, the human having been killed in some fashion, and this was what had been produced once the human body had begun taking on X. The 'melty' appearance and the zombie-like status was therefore due to a 'Garbage in, garbage out' effect. Already dead tissues forced into animation via regenerative properties will not become a human form. It will become some horrifying mutant. No doubt, this was the effect of having first been killed outright by whatever busted through here, and THEN having the X inhabit it.

Still no definite clue as to what could have done this. Only that whatever it was had obviously worked fast and hard, and that it had not gone downstairs, apparently. The door to the stairs opened as one of them hit the release. Like all such places, the doors would close after them and anything not built for the opening and shutting of doors - or for the destruction of them - would not be able to. This led them to the stairwell and cut the zombies off. It was dark down here...

Zen scanned around, his red eyes casting a glow for a limited range. He then deployed a pair of lights from within his shoulders. He didn't need them, but others might. There could still be things in the darkness, and it could be pitch black down here, save for the occasional emergency light. Certainly, there were no bunker lights on right now. They might've taken damage or ran out of their emergency power. Now, between Amber and Zen's scans and information of this place, it seemed like the armory was one floor below, then storage, then engineering, then the drill mechanism. The floor they were currently on was reception security, with living quarters above, then command and their lookout equipment. As stated, the Armory would have a Recharge Station, but it wouldn't operate right now, leaving only stored equipment available. Storage would be...just about anything they would need here that wasn't weaponry. Living provisions, spare parts and equipment, etc. Engineering was, of course, their actual goal. How they wanted to proceed was up to them.

Zen reported no immediate threat on the stairwell. So, it's time for a command decision. Where to?


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Arcana: The Magician

Equipment: Starts with darts (moves on to flechettes/kunai)
* Digital camera
* Case notebook

Skills:
* Reading people
* Memorizing odd/useless trivia
* Persuading others
* Playing darts

Appearance: Yuuhei is the kind of guy that is hard to forget once you meet him. While he stands at a meager 5'6" and has an unimpressive build, his sharp amber eyes and ever dramatic expressions tend to stick with people. His unruly mop of dirty blond hair is always at risk of poking his eyes, which desperately need his bulky glasses to be able to make out the fine details of the world around him. When following a lead, he walks as if he is on a mission from god and his trademark lopsided smile is almost always plastered onto his face.

Personality: While there are a slew of disparaging words people can use to describe Yuuhei, one that would be universally accepted is determined. Because as soon as Yuuhei catches wind of something interesting, you can be assured that he will stop at nothing to get to the bottom of it. That combined with his upbeat and confident nature and you have a guy that can be rather off putting to some people. But those that put up with his antics and get to know him understand that deep down he can actually be quite considerate and patient despite all of his bustle.

While his actions often come off as impulsive, Yuuhei is actually quite a calculating individual that tries to get the best outcome of any given situation. He just has an unfortunate penchant for the dramatic and likes to make life as interesting as possible for himself and those unlucky enough to be around him. Not to mention he is all too prone to getting a bad case of tunnel vision should a case be particularly fascinating. A consequence of this trait is that once he loses interest in a subject or a person, he can all too easily drop it in a heartbeat in order to move on to bigger, more interesting things.

Biography: Born as the only child to two workaholics, Yuuhei has been a latchkey kid for about as long as he could remember. So while his parents provided him with a life that left him wanting for little, boredom was his constant companion. To combat this, schoolwork and studying became Yuuhei's primary means of entertainment, with things like friends and romance left completely to the wayside. In fact, it wasn't until he was enrolled into Uchima High School that the first hints of his current personality emerged.

It was during his entrance ceremony that he heard a couple of kids behind him talking about the odd rumors surrounding the school. And for the first time, Yuuhei felt an overwhelming desire to learn more. It wasn't long before the socially withdrawn kid was roped into the newspaper club, which was committed to uncovering other interesting stories and occurrences. Studying became less of a priority as Yuuhei came out of his shell and chased down leads with the tenacity and determination of a devil, which would eventually result in his reputation as the Demon from the Newspaper Club.

It was this determination, and more importantly his results, that led to him taking over as the president of the club. Since then, his animated personality has fleshed out into what it is today, with his friends and contacts spreading across the school. Love him or hate him, many know of the Demon from the Newspaper Club. And if you are interesting at all, you can be certain that he knows about you.

Persona

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@Savo @Crimmy @JBRam2002

Kagami Isami

"I get it I really do you you want to leave this place but please hear me out who is to say that in this hellhole that the main exit is the best way. There are other methods of escape that can solve both problems the emergency exit which is near the kendo club. This way we can both leave and at least make some effort in looking for any others." Kagami said she was guessing in the panic people forgot about the emergency exists. "Though while I have your attention" she said turning to Alexander "your attitude has been less than pleasing in fact if it wasn't for this situation you I would leave and never look back. This is a odd situation we are in your attitude and undermining rather than listening and providing your opinions in a more reasonable method IS NOT HELPING." Kagami spoke her voice raising at the end she was trying to keep a strong face but in reality all she wanted to do was run and not look back. This persons reactions toward her was less than welcome and did not help the matters at all. [color=0steelblue]"Look we dont know anything about this situation so with that said I say that perhaps trying the emergency exists at least warrents our attempts."[/color] She continued was really feeling pressure and stress at the moment but for now it was not important getting her group and any survivors was.

[Assistant]
Alexander Furst

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@JBRam2002 @GarlandDaHero @Suku

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Oh good, making accusations like a total hypocrite, just peachy, just soooooo peachy. Not like her first suggestion was to have them all search for others and then head away from the entrance of the school. Then she mentions looking for an emergency exit then claims he was the one inhibiting progress. Jeez, her mindset was just as twisted as Ms. "Totally a Lesbian." Maita-san, thankfully, took his side on this confrontation. Letting out a brief sigh, his body relaxed a little as he temporarily switched gears to eye Maita-san.

He gave her a quaint, silent, but respectful nod to acknowledge his answer before locking eyes once again with Isami-san. At this point, all bets were on her trying to turn the whole group against him... bet this was a perfect opportunity to blackmail him into getting so insight into what'll be in in fashion due to his standing.

Alex wasn't having her use him as a tool because of this stupid situation, but he knew he had to play his cards carefully. Sure, she could easily rouse WIB over there, but so far he had her buddy siding with her. Maybe he could be a little bit sarcastic, but not a whole lot. Placing a hand on his hip, his lips furled into a frown as he gave her a gaze that could probably slice a melon in one fell swoop.

"... your suggestions are good, but your accusations are daft and lack any sort of evidence, other than my attitude," he spoke with a hard tone of voice towards her with bits and pieces of maliciousness weighing in toward the girl. "Don't feed us fragments of your ideas and expect us to go blindly along with it; it would of been helpful to know there was an emergency exit nearby your club room, instead of, y'know," Alex paused as he twirled his hand, palm now facing towards the ceiling.

"... saying we should search for others in the practice building before leaving."

Alex ignored part of what little Ms. Andry said since it was just basically her reiterating what he said an contributing absolutely nothing (hell, he bet she just ignored what she said and plucked some words from his suggestion to make it sound like he didn't contribute jack), save for fighting off anything that appeared. "If there is anything to fight, or if we can actually best it. At most, combat should be a last resort," Alex grumbled before turning to Okazaki-san.

Hmm... hmm... hmm...

"... I think I know where you're going with this vice-prez," he sighed and stared towards the ceiling, recalling his playthrough of Corpse Party. His bottom lip slid down as he blinked at the bleak roof before his head bound back down. "... maybe... I'm going to guess that you're thinking the exit is random, with the possibility of it not being the schools entrance, oooooor," he twirled his baton around before taping it lightly on his head.

"Getting outta here is more abstract than we think..." Alex crossed his arms as he took a minor glance over the whole mix and matches of people and pondered. Grasping his chin with his thumb and index, he gave what everyone said some thought on the matter. The emergency exits, the entrance of the school possibly not being an entrance... hmm...

And then, it hit him like a sack of bricks.

"Alright, I have an idea."

Alexander slammed his baton into his hand as he swiftly grasped it was well, wincing a little at the force he presented onto himself. "We've got two buildings that have multiple emergency exits... we should create a mental map of where to go in this building and find the shortest way to two emergency exits before leaving, however..." Alex paused for a brief moment, scanning the area behind to see if their speaking had attracted any unwarranted attention.

...

...

The only prevailing thing was that screech. Unless there was an assailant that could muffle their movement... then yeah... Blinking and letting out a soft breath of air, he continued to explain his idea. "We should also check to see if we can get out through any windows in either building, so we should try and check one of the rooms that has a window here before leaving. Rinse and repeat with the main building, then we go to the main entrance to see if we can get out from there. This is assuming we don't find our way outta this macabre place after the first few tries. If we do, hooray... but if all attempts fail, well..."

Alex shrugged, "... we find a safe place to go and plot our next move there... unless we have any suggestions, can someone point us in the direction of the closest emergency exit?" He shot out his last statement rather hurriedly as he continued viewing each direction every few seconds.

[User]
Kimiko Maita

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@Savo@GarlandDaHero@Suku
"Tch."

Kimiko was starting to get annoyed with the bickering. This is why she spent most of her time in solitude. The only person who can argue with your thoughts was yourself, and Kimiko rather enjoyed her internal debates sometimes. This wasn't a debate. It was two people claiming they were right and the other was wrong, then throwing insults instead of assistance.

"Do you want to die?" Kimiko spoke up. "We have no idea what exists here. We have no idea whether our assumptions are still true in this place. Heading left or right does not matter. What matters is that we move, and that we move together. We can formulate a plan while in action just as easy as staying still, and it gets us closer to our exit."

Tugging on her friend's hand, Kimiko stepped forward. "I am heading this way," she said, pointing with her fake sword towards where Isami's plan would normally lie. "If we are lucky, this will be the way to our destination. If we are not, we shall adjust our plans as necessary. You may continue to stand here and bicker if you wish. I shall attend your funeral and bid my good wishes to your families. In the meantime, I wish to choose survival. Come, Ikari-san. I pray we are successful."

[Assistant]
Saturday Morning – Newspaper Club Room?

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CLICK

While Natsumi had been busy talking, Yuuhei had pulled out his small digital camera, which was starting to show its years of use with each little scuff on it, and snapped a picture of the white haired girl. He cocked his head slightly as he looked at the picture, intrigued by the person captured by the lens. After all, the blond had been prepared for an entertaining show of disbelief or even anger, followed by an explanation to calm her down. But hesitant agreement? This one was proving to be quite good at catching the normally perceptive president off guard. Or maybe he simply wasn't as good at reading people as he liked to think.

Regardless, Yuuhei dismissed the thought and looped a finger through the camera's wrist strap before he started to twirl the poor thing rather precariously. Needless to say, it certainly didn't take a genius to figure out how the small device had ended up in such a battered state.

"You're taking this whole situation remarkably well," he commented lightly once Natsumi finished talking, momentarily turning his back to the girl as he scanned the room for a more suitable weapon for his companion. "Most people at least cry out in outrage at my half described plans and demand an explanation. And that's without it being punctuated by an eerie scream serving as background music." In one smooth motion, Yuuhei caught the camera mid spin and pocketed it as his amber eyes lit up. In the corner of the room, he spotted the broom that he had definitely been responsible for returning to the supply closet the day before. The president went to pick it up, for once grateful for Saika's need to keep the room as tidy as possible.

As it was, the broom was hardly an intimidating weapon, but it would probably be quite capable at batting away anybody that meant to do them harm. He turned it side to side, finding that it had a surprising amount of heft to it and was clearly meant to survive plenty of abuse at the hands of careless high schoolers. The blond tested the broom with a small downward swing before he gave it a small nod of approval, something he almost scoffed at as he was hardly any kind of authority on what made for a half decent weapon.

Yuuhei turned back to his underclassmen and held out the broom for her. "Will this do?" he asked with a small smile. Truth be told, he was still rather disturbed by the oppressive atmosphere of the monochrome school they were trapped in, but his overwhelming desire to uncover the story behind it was doing a fine job of keeping the terror at bay. It was also all too likely to get him killed one day, but he would cross that bridge when he got there.


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

[User]
"Oh so you turn things into gold and keep a share for yourself?
...
But I do think you mean to have more gold coins if possible. Did I get that right?
Because then you would want to do this with a group that has a large number to divide by.
Of having these children be part of the spell would result in smaller numbers for us and higher numbers for you. Right?"

Furnace prattled on doing calculus on his fingers.
Completely oblivious to the tension between the others.

[Assistant]
Carver leaned down to the boy. "The sun is the bright yellow orb you see in the sky. Gaze not too long at her, for her radiance may be more than mortals can comprehend, but know that she is my lady and she loves you very dearly. The stars are the points of light you see at night. Money," he gestured to the squabblers, "Is the root of all evil. Dynamite is... dangerous. And enemies are those who would disturb the natural peace and gentleness of my lady's world, such as those loose in these woods right now."

He looked back to the others, still arguing over deals and sums. Now Furnace was in on it - Carver shut his eyes for a moment and prayed for strength.

"Enough," he said firmly, stepping into the center of the group. "This debate of deals is a matter for another time. Kelvin, I have nothing but respect for you - you have proven yourself wise, brave, and resourceful, and already I owe you very much. As such, I feel confident appealing to you that we must not stay here. Our enemies draw closer every moment - every word we waste endangers the children, and Alula, and Furnace, and all of us. What is more, we could now be well on our way to warning the next settlement, give them time to prepare, evacuate, prevent the horrendous calamity that we have witnessed from repeating itself. To bandy words here is irresponsible, and I am honor-bound not to."

"However, wordsmith," he said, rounding on the 'survivor'. "You have impressed me little. Your tact is skillful, your eloquence laudable, but the direction in which you bend it I find... distasteful. As such, this is my humble request, merchant. Travel with us, do not hinder us, do not steal from those under my protection, and at the very least try to keep your drool off your face when you sight a coinpurse. I will not stand in the way of your deal, friends, but please discuss the terms as we travel. Any admirable path you choose to take beyond that may be your own prerogative. My lady gave us all a purpose; do you really think yours was squabbling for money with travelers in the forest?"

The knight turned and began dismantling his tent. "Break camp, friends. We should leave in twenty..." he glanced around at his companions. "... Thirty minutes, and until such time as someone suggests a better course, I intend to go that way." Carver pointed in the direction roughly opposite Ravenwood.

[User]
Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back.

Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.

[Assistant]
Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again.

The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered.

She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away.

"We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."

[User]
Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past.

Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.

[Assistant]
Upon Carver's command Furnace immediately started to break down a tent, attempting to mimic him as well as possible.
 "We should wait here for her then? Have these goods collected in packages for transport by the time she returns? If she returns."
He asked, thinking aloud.

[User]
Separ

This was a bad situation for sure, the girl Separ had tried so hard to save was now back in the lions den, but for what reason? Was there something she needed to do in that town that was worth risking such danger? As much as Separ wanted to leave for safety, he couldn't find it in his heart to just leave her behind like that, especially after all that hard work he put in trying to save her. Feeling as though some type of disaster may fall upon the girl, Separ took off his backpack and laid it on the ground before walking over to Carver. "I'm going to go after the girl. You keep everyone else safe and continue on towards the next town over. I'll catch up with you there. Just don't follow after me as moving in a big group could attract unwanted attention. If any of you gets injured there's a medical kit I purchased earlier inside the backpack." Separ looked over at his group and smiled. "So I'll see you later then I guess." However when he saw Alula he felt a bit funny, something was nagging at him making him feel uncomfortable. He stared at her for a minute awkwardly before looking away not wanting to creep her out any longer. Deciding to ignore this feeling his attention turned towards Kelvin. "You have explosives right? Do you mind if I take a stick of dynamite as well as something to light it in case of an emergency?" Asked Separ in a rather serious tone. The last thing he wanted to do was blow up a whole area but if it meant surviving the enemy forces it could be useful in a pinch.

[Assistant]
Arastoph rolled his eyes as, once again, a transaction was intruded upon. It wasn't just any transaction either, but a contract! That would make great strides in benefiting the party to all here (aside himself) belonged to. And this little girl had the audacity to intrude upon adult matters as though she had any right to?

The boot was worth more than she was!

"Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again."

Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself.

"...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken."

'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.'

In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town.

'What a shame; we were almost finished.'

Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins.

"Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?"

"I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed.

"From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."

[User]
Every stick neatly sorted by length. Every sheet of cloth folded in precise squares, piled and bound.
Furnace wrapped every object he owned as well as all other unattended objects in rags and bags.
Divided into equal shares, or at least a close approximation. One package for each person here to carry.

Furnace looked at Carver as he stood beside his work.
It was clear on his face he took pride in it, that he hoped for approval.
"We will take these things to 'that way', right?"

[Assistant]
Alula had noticed Separ staring at her, but really took no mind. The man was strange, and so was she. Most of the time people payed her no mind, but when they noticed her she was truly the center of their attentions. She didn't like it. Once the man turned away, after staring at her for minutes, she tugged her hat down over her eyes.

She didn't keep quiet for long, however, as she noticed something while Furnace was packing up camp. There was something on his forehead, something drawing her in. Once the gnome was finished with his task, looking quite proud, Alula limped over to him. With a bit of ungraceful struggle, leaning on her staff for support, she knelled down in front of him.

With a strangely sudden movement, one someone might miss if they had blinked, Alula's hand whipped up and moved the gnomes hair off of his forehead.

She studied the marking with a strange intensity, her expression looking distressed.

"Furnace..." She started, looking into his eyes. "Where...when...did you get...this..."

[User]
Furnace flinched when Alula suddenly touched his head.
Surprisingly close and with eyes filled with concern.
Furnace stared back at her in confusion, then at his empty hands before looking back at her.
"What did I get?"

[Assistant] Suki frowned as she looked at her scythe. She had a knack for noticing things unusual, and this was quite odd. It hadn't been touched, left where she dropped it. That, and her skeletons alongside it, in pieces. However, standing here was not going to solve her problems. Taking a breath, she reached down, before grabbing the scythe.

[User]
Alula frowned, feeling rather troubled. How could he not know what was on his own body? Perhaps it was a recent addition, and he just hadn't looked at her reflection lately. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember if she had seen it on him when they had first met. She couldn't remember. The voices were keeping rather quiet, unnerving Alula even more. After a few moments of silence Alula realized she still hadn't given the gnome an answer. She spoke, trying to keep the concern out of her voice.

"It is...a word...written on your forehead...in a rather...exotic language..."

She paused, trying to plan her next words.

"I have...met few others...who can read and write...in such a way...other then myself..."

[Assistant] As Suki picked up her scythe, the sound of a tripwire being activated could be heard. Before anything could be done, a rope ripped Suki into the air causing her to flip upside down and drop her scythe. Three raiders stepped out from their hiding place, "Look at this one boys, a real cutie. And she's got a nice pair of legs and little something else to show too." (I'm assuming she's wearing a skirt) The raider who was checking her out walked over and placed his hand on her cheek. "Hey sweetie, my name's Daven. And you are?"


[System]
Age: 12
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Fenniken
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokemon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.

Requested Legend(s): Yevetal, Zygarde
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 12
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor dislikes Liam, he thinks Liam solely due to the fact that he fells inadequate, believing Liam is concided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers

[User] "Water Shurikren!" Liam called. The attack was able to go off. It would hit four times.

[Assistant] Because Numeru had a resistance to Water-type attacks, the substitute managed to absorb all four stars and keep its integrity. "You'll have to do better than that to get through to Numeru!" said Shiranui. Numeru charged at Jiraiya with her horns withdrawn ready to deliver a powerful blow with them.

[User]
"U turn!" Liam called. Jiriaya ran up and hit the copy and then retreated, sending his own Goodra out.

Liam-vs-Shiranui
Entei-1-Diancie (Mega)
Blastoise (Mega)-2-Goodra
Articuno-3-Aegislash
Sylveon-4-Talonflame
Greninja-5-?
Goodra-6-?

[Assistant] The substitute broke and Numeru was exhausted from creating it. "Numeru, Attract!" The Goodra's scent changed to the pheromone smell again as she performed the courtship dance. Numeru put a lot more effort into the attack as she had a crush on Liam's Goodra.

[User] "Attract right back!" Liam called. Goodra mimiced the moves of his crush, causing both of them to have the side effect.

[Assistant] Both Goodra were in love with each other. "Numeru, Dragon Pulse!" Numeru was too busy thinking about herself, Goodra and lots of Goomy children to make a move.

[User] "Dragon breath!" Liam called. Goodra was standing there with hearts for eyes drooling as it stared at Numeru.

[Assistant] "Try again, Numeru, Dragon Pulse!" This time, Numeru focused on the battle. She fired a shock wave of draconic energy at Goodra.

[User] "Dragon Pulse back!" Liam ordered. Goodra focused enough to launch the attack, causing them both to connect center stage.

[Assistant] The attacks met in an explosive stalemate. "Numeru, Outrage!" Numeru went into a rampage, charging at Goodra.

[User] "Protect!" Liam called. Goodra used the shield.

[Assistant] Numeru crashed into the protective shield. "Numeru, Blizzard!" Numeru fantasised her opponent being a strong and protective mate and thus was unable to attack.

[User] "Draco Meteor!" Liam called. He was also unable to attack.

[Assistant] "Numeru, Flail!" The call was to no avail as Numeru was still too infatuated to attack.

[User] "Draco Meteor!" This time, Goodra was able to pull off the move.

[Assistant]
The orb of energy exploded and rained down on the battlefield. Numeru tried to dodge it, but was hit by the attack and knocked out. "Numeru, return; Majin, I choose you!" Shiranui switched out the fallen Goodra and sent in the legendary Hoopa.
"Hi there, I'm Hoopa, but you may call me Majin," the Hoopa greeted.

[User]
"Hoopa, the Djinn Pokémon. It gathers things it likes and pushes them through its loop to teleport them to a secret place. This troublemaker sends anything and everything to faraway places using its loops, which can warp space. In its true form, it possess a huge amount of power. Legends of its avarice tell how it once carried off an entire castle to gain the treasure hidden within. It is said to be able to in its true form seize anything it desires with its six rings and six huge arms. With its power sealed, it is transformed into a much smaller form."
 Liam used the free chance to switch Pokémon to send Jiriaya back out.

Liam-vs-Shiranui
Entei-1-Diancie (Mega)
Blastoise (Mega)-2-Goodra
Articuno-3-Aegislash
Sylveon-4-Talonflame
Greninja-5-Hoopa
Goodra-6-?

"Lick!"

[Assistant] "Majin, Phantom Force!" The Hoopa disappeared to a place only it knew.

[User] "Power up Punch!" Liam called. Liam's Pokémon became fighting type, to gain immunity to the attack that was about to strike.

[Assistant] The Fighting-type Greninja was actually not immune to Ghost-type attacks as Majin phased in and struck Jiraiya. "Pop quiz, Liam!" said Shiranui, "Only one type is immune to Ghost attacks. Which is it?"

[User] "Hey, even experts make mistakes." Liam defended. "Now, before it vanishes again, Lick!"

[Assistant]
"Shadow Ball!" Majin got licked by Jiraiya's long tongue, but was not paralysed from the attack.
"Yuck!" exclaimed Majin, "Take this!" The Hoopa threw an orb of shadow energy at Jiraiya.

[User] Jiriaya was hurt by the move. "Ariel Ace!"

[Assistant] "Thunderbolt!" Majin was hit by Jiraiya's unavoidable move. The Hoopa retaliated by unleashing a bolt of electricity.

[User] Jiriaya was hurt badly and on his last legs after that one. "Dark Pulse!" Liam called

[Assistant] "Protect!" Majin conjured a green shield in time for the dark energy to bounce right off.

[User] "Try again!" Liam ordered. Jiriaya did the same attack.

[Assistant] "Protect once more!" Majin couldn't conjure another green shield and was blasted by Jiraiya's attack. The Hoopa was left knocked out. "Majin, return; Xeimei, I choose you!" Shiranui switched out the fallen djinn and sent out the legendary Xerneas.

[User]
Liam-vs-Shiranui
Entei-1-Diancie (Mega)
Blastoise (Mega)-2-Goodra
Articuno-3-Aegislash
Sylveon-4-Talonflame
Greninja-5-Hoopa
Goodra-6-Xerneas

"Poison Jab!" Liam called.

[Assistant] "Psyshock!" As Jiraiya charged in to deliver a poisonous blow, Xeimei unleashed a powerful wave of psychic energy.

[User] Jiriaya was knocked back by the attack, but continued toward the opponent. He managed to connect, but Lim knew Jiriaya would likely fall after the next blow, leaving him with only Goodra, who was at a disadvantage.

[Assistant] Jiraiya's Poison Jab connected for a super effective hit. "Xeimei, Ingrain!" The Xerneas spread some roots out and started healing itself gradually.

[User] It was at this point Liam realized it looked bleak for him. "Poison Jab again!" Liam's only hope would be to get Xeimei poisoned.

[Assistant] "Misty Terrain!" Xeimei covered the field in mist just in time to receive another super effective hit. The mist made both Xeimei and Jiraiya immune to status effects. The Xerneas recovered more HP.

[User] The side effect may be impossible, but Poison Jab was still his best bet. Liam ordered for another.

[Assistant] "Psychic!" Xeimei unleashed a mental onslaught at Jiraiya. Since the Greninja was a Poison type, the attack would especially be potent.

[User]
Jiraiya was hit and passed out. Liam was left with only Goodra, who was at a type advantage. "Sludge Bomb!" Liam called.

Liam-vs-Shiranui
Entei-1-Diancie (Mega)
Blastoise (Mega)-2-Goodra
Articuno-3-Aegislash
Sylveon-4-Talonflame
Greninja-5-Hoopa
Goodra-6-Xerneas

[Assistant] "Xeimei, Moonblast!" The Xerneas fired a bright beam of moonlight that blew the Sludge Bomb apart and was headed for Goodra.

[User] Goodra was hit and KO'd. Shrine was named the winner of the tournament. His picture along with the pictures of his six Pokémon appeared on the screen with the word "Champion" in a fancy gold cursive script. fireworks went off.

[Assistant] "That was a close one, Liam," commented Shiranui.

[User] "Yeah, it was." Liam agreed over the roaring crowd and fireworks. Sycamore and Oak came over to the boys. They said they wanted to talk to them later that night.

[Assistant] "Alright," Shiranui accepted.

[User] The officials walked up to hand Shiranui a big golden trophy and Liam a slightly smaller silver trophy. Liam saw that near by Drasana was standing with Champion Dianatha, and three other people Liam took to be the other members of Kalos' Elite Four.

[Assistant] "I wouldn't have come this far without the bonds shared between me and my Pokémon," stated Shiranui to the audience.

[User] With that, the audience was slowly dispersed out of the stadium. Liam was curious as to what the professors wanted. He noticed that the Elite looked as if they were intrigued at the battle that both he and Shiranui put up.

[Assistant] Shiranui had similar thoughts on the topic of the professors.

[User] The heroes and the professors managed to gather in a quiet place. They congratulated the duo on an excellent match. They also said they had a gift for each of them. It was a new model Pokédex that had all of the known data on Mega Evolution, including which Pokémon were capable of it, and all known info on the mega forms. Sycamore asked the heroes if they had booked travel plans for Heading to the next region.

[Assistant] "I think so," answered Shiranui with uncertainty, "Liam?"

[User] 'I figured we would just teleport or ride on one of our Pokémon there." Liam admitted. Sycamore told them that there was a train in Couiway Town that went to Kilude City. From there they could catch the magnet train that famously runs between Saffron and Goldenrod. From Sadiron they could go to Vermillion and get a boat to Littleroot.

[Assistant] "That sounds like a plan," replied Shiranui.

[User] "It will be nice to take such a scenic route." Liam thought. "Are you going to fight the Elite and Dianatha?" He asked Shiranui.

[Assistant] "I most certainly will," answered Shiranui.

[User] "Well, we know Diantha uses a balance, but has Gardevoir who can Mega Evolve. We also know that one of them, Drasana has dragons. Also of note, Kalos is unique in the fact that you can face their Elite in any order you wish."

[Assistant] "I'll keep that in mind," said Shiranui, mentally noting what Liam just said.

[User] Sycamore informed them of the specialties of the other Kalos E4

[Assistant] "Fire, Steel, Dragon and Water…" Shiranui repeated to himself, thinking up possible strategies. He knew the Elite Four were not walks in the park and would thus have ways to deal with type disadvantages.

[User] "Well, they sure sound like they will be difficult to defeat." Liam thought out loud.


[System]
ABSTRACT: A runaway werewolf with no pack to call his own

DETAIL: Finn was born into a clan of werewolves that live in the woods outside of New York. His father was the alpha of the clan and so, by birthright, Finn was destined to be Alpha as well. Finn however was not enamored with the idea of leading the pack. The wolves of the pack were rowdy and uncultured, traits that unnerved the more civilized Finn. Finn ran away one night, intent on never returning.

Eventually he was found by the circus, who took him in. He may love the adventure of traveling with the circus but as of late, the desire for a pack for him to lead as struck him. He often goes into wolf form and runs off in the night, going hunting and exploring.

HOW DO YOU KNOW NORA?: Finn met Nora one day while traveling in the woods. He stumbled upon the circus and she asked to see him. He explained his circumstances, and their shared love for culture bonded the two. She offered the young werewolf a spot in the circus, so long as he'd refrain from turning any of the members.

HOW DO YOU KNOW TOBY?: Finn doesn't so much hate Toby, as he is annoyed by him. Toby often makes japes about being the strongest werewolf or the alpha, much to Finn's chagrin. Finn's more cold attitude tends to create friction with the fun loving clown.

[User] Yoko was in the back taking a quick break from practicing to watch the twins preform. Staying in the shadows, so would not be seen by human, he watch as the twins put on their act. When the twins were done he returned to the target, pull out his throwing knifes and put them back in the pouch on his thigh. He waited by the exit and waited for the twins to pass by.

[Assistant]
Everyone else's performances were just wonderful. Probably. With a yawn, Tarit finally opened his eyes. He attempted to rub his eyes, before noticing the straps holding his arms in place. His groggy eyes flickered around, then widened at the realization that he was going to be late for the show! Tarit could've easily removed his restraints, but instead looked around for what was most important now. He awkwardly hopped onto his unbound legs, and turned to get a full view of his residence.

"Uh, where the hell is my jump suit?"

Tarit asked, hoping that someone else decided to take a nap right before the big show, but he heard no response. Oh well. Screw it. There was no way in hell that he would not get to perform in front of that audience. Arms still strapped in his electric chair, he dashed towards the prep tent; the over-sleeper going as fast as he could with an electric chair on his back, and generator trailing behind him. He chuckled when he looked at what he was wearing while sprinting. The tattered suit was something he would wear on his own time, and wasn't fit to perform in. How unsuiting.

Still running, he bent over and chuckled at his own joke. He was so clever. Looking up again to make sure he was still going in the direction of the prep tent, he was greeted with the bright lights of the tent. Electric chair and all, he dragged himself inside and grinned at all of his fellow performers. "Greetings everyone! I bet all of your acts were simply mind-blowing and what not. Larkus, would you mind giving me a hand?" Tarit pointed towards his leg straps and nodded towards his generator.

"I don't mind."

ϟ ϟ ϟ

In the middle of the ring sat a young man in an electric chair; bent over with his eyes aimed towards the ground, with the occasional whimper escaping his lips. The crowd was silent. This act contrasted all performances before it in every which way. No introduction or action occurred. It was seemingly just a man sobbing in a seat meant for wrongdoers. Doubt of this even being a show that would lead to anything entertaining clouded their minds.

Any suspicion was either affirmed or denied when the man's body convulsed, as electricity flowed through him. Arms shaking and feet tapping rather violently, the unwelcome shift shocked the audience. Screams took the place of his cries as actions replaced the audience's silence. A few of the braver spectators who barely managed to hear their own thoughts over the unfortunate man's shrieks attempted to help, but couldn't manage to pull the plug. The victim's writhing shook the straps that struggled to hold him still, and the chair itself threatened to give way under all of the shaking.

One of the not so bright onlookers reached out towards his hands to either comfort him, or remove the straps that held him so harshly. His eye caught the person about to risk electrocution, and he halted mid-jolt. Guess I can't fuck with these people any longer. Tarit vanished from his chair in the same moment that a flash of light forced the audience to blink.

Shocked expressions and gasps were abundant in the people that circled around the chair reserved for audience members now filled by Tarit. "Sup." He hopped from one chair or lap to the other, the audience only seeing a flash of light, or a glimpse of what appeared to be light traveling. He smiled as he traveled in his lightning form. Nothing could amp up a crowd more than knowing that someone wasn't actually on the brink of dying. The only thing really bothering him was the cold breeze he felt while displaying his abilities. It was only when he looked down that he realized he was displaying way more than his electric powers.

With the strike of lightning, he zapped to the center of the ring. He covered whatever he could with his hands and clothing that wasn't obliterated, before looking out at the crowd and grinning. Tarit bowed shamelessly to the people he screwed with, then made his way back into the prep tent with his electric chair, before hearing the hesitant applause of the audience. "Can someone get me some clothes?"

[User]
Dragon shoved a wad of damp clothes into Tarit's chest and squelched angrily into the spotlights, dripping water as he went. His hair hung in wet white tendrils; his tunic and breeches stuck to him, soaked.

Feathers, wolf fur and bone dust stuck to his waterlogged shoes. Parts of the ring had been singed, frozen, thawed and electrocuted. He had missed almost the entire show while trying to escape Nora's water-torture. He snarled under his breath at the applause and laughter of the human audience -- Nora would not get away with this.

Speak of the she-devil, Nora's voice rose up in announcement from across the ring: "I knew you were all washed up!"

A slow, fangy grin slithered across his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen." It was a dangerous tone of voice that amplified throughout the tent. He reached behind a pillar and drew out a shining dwarven axe.

"At the end of the show, I promise I will cut the still-beating silver heart out of Nora's chest and feed it to the wolves for your exclusive entertainment." The axe flashed in his expert hands, and his odd-colored eyes gleamed murderously.

Nora interjected once again with a pleasant smile: "Do be careful! I would hate to break your fragile glassjaw."

Dragon's eye twitched. He blatantly ignored her, though he was prepared to attack, and he spoke to the audience: "But you're all here to see Atla, aren't you?" he hissed, and the audience cheered and whistled. Atla, the princess. Atla, the sweetheart. Atla, the adored and perfect angel. Nora's pride and joy, the star of the show and the only reason tickets sold out each night. Dragon's fist clenched around the axe.

Nora's gloating voice rose above the swell of hoots and hollers: "You know they are."

[Assistant]
Oh yes they were. Nora nodded to herself with a smile.

Nora paced around the ring with Dragon Jr. behind her. She said, "Are you sure you don't want your son to come back out Dragon? I think a few children still have their innocence intact." Her words this time met the ears of the crowd. A few laughs, a few nods, and a few parents hugging their children. She smiled and gave a shrug to the Dragon.

Dragon spat back, "After being subjected to Hypate and Tarit, I doubt Jackal's swords can scar them any deeper."

Nora said, "Well actually.." She then paused. Actually that was a fair point. Not that she was going to tell him that. With a shrug she said, "It wasn't the swords that scarred them, it was his likeness to you." Cheap of a shot as it was she was going to take it.

"Right? How about something softer." She walked next to Dragon with Dragon Jr. still forever at her side. With a point to her counterpart she said, "A song?" As though the idea had just dawned on her.

Spotlights in the circles started to move around crazily before settling right where Atla would be making her entrance. Nora whispered to Dragon, "Did you bring tissues? This song always brings a tear to my eye."

Dragon's expression turned poisonous and dark. He did not utter a word. All he did was press the blunt side of his axe into Nora to push her away. Knowing her boundaries she took a step back and rolled her eyes.

Nora for the second to last time tonight raised her voice and said, "Ladies, Gentlemen, children of all ages, and everything in-between! I am incredibly pleased to show to you our final act for tonight. A song so sweet and soulful some say it has made even Dragon shed a single tear." Nora stroked a finger down her cheek for emphasis. "A song masterfully accompanied by an act performed by my son Kendict and grandson Adir. I give to you my beloved granddaughter Atla!"

The heavy heart shaking music that had been played the entire show was now replaced by a slow melody. The music did not come from any sort of instrument but was pure magic. Soft hums played as the spotlights centered on where Atla and her family would make their entrance.

But no one came.

At least from where they were supposed to. A man came running from the opposite side of the ring. He was dressed in robes and scarves of different colors and was a bit taller than Nora. His face was shrouded from the crowd by the dim lighting and a hood he wore. An effect he always refused to get rid of.

It was Kendict.

If Nora's eyes could have shot out of her sockets they would have. Her face scrunched up in annoyance and anger. She was about to yell at her foolish son but stopped when she noticed his worried expression.

Kendict came up to Nora breathless and whispered, "We cannot find Atla. She is missing."

Nora stood still and wordless as she processed the information. She opened her mouth to give some sort of order. But she instead stuttered and found herself opening and closing her mouth like a moronic fish. An annoying buzzing in the back of her mind reminded her of the watching crowd. She turned back around to face them and gave a nervous laugh.

"HOWEVER!" She said. "Before our grand finale how about an encore performance?"

The crowd gave a slow confused clap in response.

Nora quickly turned around and gave her hushed orders to Kendict. The son then ran back behind stage right to the dressing area.

"Atla is missing! Anyone still in costume in the ring now performing. Everyone else get looking for her now." He said. Kendict then rushed off to one of the other tents giving little room for arguing.

The music again started blaring in the main tent, waiting for performers to fill the ring for the improvised grand finale. The confused murmur of the audience was getting louder the longer the ring stood empty.

Atla, the star act, had vanished. The last time anyone had seen her was earlier in the day, when she and Jackal had been seen screaming at one another at lunch.

Dragon stomped backstage with his axe and scanned the faces there with a menacing odd-eyed glare. "Someone took Atla," he snarled. "Come with me if you're up for some skull-splitting." He stormed off down the corridor, never for a moment able to consider that his grandson, Jackal, could possibly have anything to do with this.

[User]
Finn was sitting backstage with the others, enthralled in a rather good book when Dragon came storming through. He looked up yawning, though he was caught of guard by what Dragon said. "Someone took Atla. Come with me if you're up for some skull-splitting." Finn saw a few people follow him, however, Finn figured he'd be more useful searching for the elf's scent around the circus. He quickly made his way outside, commanding his pets to assist the others in any way they could, and then to the back of the circus where he knew there was a secluded area. When he reached the area, confident that no humans would end up near him, he began to strip, taking off his shoes and socks, then his black shirt and pants that he wore for performance. Last he took off the underwear, then placed his clothes in a nice neat pile. Most werewolves learned rather quickly that changing while clothed was a bad idea, one that resulted in many lost articles of clothing.

Finn rolled his shoulders as he felt the transformation coming on. His blood started to pump harder through his body. He grew hot, to the point of sweating. His arms and legs started elongating, and morphing. His teeth lengthened and grew razor sharp, as did his nails. Then came the hair. Patches of brown and auburn hair sprouted up all over Finn's body, until he was covered from head to toe. His snout came in and then the transformation was complete. To anyone looking at him, it would be obvious as to what he was. He was a werewolf.

The transformation wasn't necessarily a painful process. The body flooded itself with so much adrenaline that you never feel the pain. Uncomfortable would be the better word. For Finn, he hated the heat that took over, made him sweat profusely. Most werewolves could control their transformation. All of them turn at the full moon, but it's rare to find a wolf who doesn't have the ability to change at will. He crept around the forest, stretching his new legs before lifting his nose and sniffing. There he thought. He had a faint scent, one that was definitely Atla. He got down on all fours and bounded after it, moving through the night with the swiftness that only came from the best of predators.


[System]
"I don't understand why people get so worked up about something...you need to chill. Or get high or somethin'. Whatever floats your boat."

Tamer
Gender:
Female

Age:
17

Apperance:
Standing at about five foot seven, Rachel has long brown hair with chocolate colored eyes and a fairly pale complexion from days mostly spent indoors. Most often, she wears loose fitting clothes in the range of old faded t-shirts to some fairly surprisingly fashionable stuff - just whatever she feels like wearing at the time. Most of the time she wears loose fitting jeans or shorts if she has to go outside. Inside her own home, well...she doesn't like wearing pants and will often walk around in long stockings and boxers. Most of the time, she wears headphones - or at least has them somewhere near. Most of the time she wears a somewhat languid expression and a small smile.

Digivice Color
Dark Blue

Personality:
Friendly? While not overly so, she's definitely one that'll be friends with just about anyone as long as they aren't irredeemably evil. Rachel takes a pretty lackadaisical approach to life, and a lot of the time comes off as cool, level headed, and calm because of it since she tends to not react too much. She tends to not really worry about most things, and she doesn't like physical exertion or work and often lets things happen as they will. As such, she tends to come off as a bit on the unmotivated or impartial side. She has a fairly good head on her shoulders and spends a lot of her free time tinkering with electronics. She even built her own computer from spare parts and intends to make a career out of it at some point.

Though, at times her personality can either be a hit or miss with people, as she never really seems to emote well other than 'whatevs man'. Just won the lottery? "Yaaaay." House caught on fire? "Oh, that happened. Too bad."

The only thing she particularly seems to enjoy is small mischief. Most often in the form of internet trolling or griefing, along with generally speaking in a manner that sometimes makes people go 'Wtf are you even talking about?!' Also maybe
stole a few computer parts now and then but details.

That said, if perhaps one were to 'press her buttons' so to speak, they might find a surprisingly irritable person, especially if something isn't going well for her or generally going in a way she wants as rare as such a thing might be. In all though, she just doesn't see the sense in gettin' your panties in a knot over something that happened. That's bad for health, yo, though one has to question if being as seemingly unmotivated and uninterested in things as she is, isn't bad either.

Likes jazz music, and is fairly skilled at riding horses.

Bio:
Country of Origin? Good old USA. State? The middle of nowhere Wyoming. Yep, about as boring of a place as you can get. Her life has been pretty...normal up until now. Nothing remarkable at all, well, aside coming from a fairly well off family. Not rich by any means, but her dad was a fairly successful businessman, they were never hurting for money. So she's had a fairly average, if not very socially active life. Wyoming isn't exactly a happening state, after all and she grew up in a small town. Most of her days were spent either inside tinkering with a computer, or taking a nap outside and generally being lazy unless it was school. In which, she was the kid sitting in the back of class seemingly not paying attention and discreetly playing on a phone.

Digimon:

In-Training:
Botamon

Rookie:
Impmon

Champion:
Witchmon

Ultimate:
LadyDevimon

Mega:
BelleStarmon

[User]
Rachel

The group of Agumon around them are playing some kind of ball game. Really, it looks like they're just kicking the ball at each other. From a quick glance, it seems like that ball was a sort of dodgeball. Actually, there were two of them. There was a lot of dodging and blocking. A few Agumon took a direct hit to the face but stood up, not phased. Laughing even! Same couldn't be said when one ball passed by it's intended recipient and instead, slammed right into Rachel's face. A few seconds later, another nails Impmon in the back of the head. It shouldn't have hurt Rachel too much, but the one that hit Impmon might have be more so.

"Uhh, sorry about that. It's probably best not too take a nap over here." One of the Agumon said, staying away in case the girl and Digimon were angered.

---

Vivian

"You guys are a laugh and a half." Niels said as he chuckled a little bit at the two. "But you wanna' know where we're going? Are you sure? Really sure?" The boy looked to his partner who just sighed. "No where right now, just investigating and seeing if the Digimon from other villages have seen signs of Hackers or the Chess Empire, might have something though. That said, if Candlemon is his highest evolution, you probably shouldn't leave town by yourself." The boy crossed his arms, seeming slightly more serious.

GrapLeomon spoke up, "We've heard that the Chess Empire has been patrolling lately. Could be nothing. Could be bad. But definitely nothing good." He shook his head as he seemed to remember something. "Actually, Niels, I think we got a Digimail earlier mentioning we should help out the new group of Tamers. It's probably his group."

Niels seemed to have the very thought dawn on him as his palm met his face. "Of course, can't believe I didn't think of it. At the very least we can help each other. Might have something about where they could be. Think that's the kind of news you want to hear?"

[Assistant]
Rachel Holt

Rachel was wholly unprepared for the dodgeball to the face.

The ball hit her square in the forehead, which also had the effect of slamming the back of her head into the tree. Impmon didn't fare much better. Not a second later a ball hit him square in the back of the head and sent him careening right into Rachels...chest. Well, that was something he couldn't exactly complain about. Rachel was only stunned for a few seconds, however and shook the dizziness from her head as the Augumon apologized.

She had half a mind to toss the ball back at them...buuuut, that'd be boring.

"Hmm..." She hummed quietly to herself as Impmon laid, completely unconscious. She lifted him up, shaking him gently. She was pretty sure she could see a little digital ghost of Impmon flying away. "...dead." She turned her head back to the Augumon, before standing up with a stretch. She looked down at the Augumon sternly....well, as sternly as she was capable of being, at least.

"What game are you playing?"

[User]
Vivian Benini

"I wasnt planning to leave the town, but thank you for the advice. " Viv spoke, eyeing his digimon for any inappropriate comments. Lucky for him Candlemon decided to simply grin and stay silent for the moment. His attention wandered back to the other human, his partner digimon, was looking impressing, but he had no idea what level they were.

"Digimail? There is a digimail? Why not call it just mail? Or does most things here just love to add digi on the start or mon or the end?" Viv couldnt help himself as he said it adding after a moment that the spider woman digimon told them about the contact. And that they should check hacker activity. He did mention that this was his first mission, just to make sure Neil knew he had three newbies at hand.

"I would love to be from help to you... both. And learn from someone skilled like you." He grinned, really happy at the idea Neil was their contact. The idea of spending more time on this mission now looked a lot more appealing. "Yumeko and Rachel are in my group. We split up to search for you. So... Could we digimail them to meet up?" He was still figuring the digivice, he knew it had some communication but he wasnt sure exactly how to communicate with the other two tamers on his group.

[Assistant]
Rachel

"Game?" The Agumon replied, wondering himself. It's not like they had a specific name for it. He looked back to his fellows and shrugged. "Ummm, Smash-Ball?" The one Rachel asked said. Another chimed up with his opinion, "I thought this was Dodge-shot Ball." Really, that started a chain of chatter and all of them huddled up discussing the name before they broke the group and returned to their previous positions. "Soccer?" The first one said, unsure of the answer. They didn't seem to have a name.

---

Vivian

"Digimail is just Digimail. It's like mail. Just, I dunno'. Digital or something?" Niels said, unsure himself. "But me? Skilled? Hehe, hear that GrapLeomon? He'd love help from a skilled person like me."

GrapLeomon sighed as he smacked his human partner on the back again. "Overconfidence will be your downfall, Partner." He said it, but smiled while doing so. Vivian and Candlemon could tell the two had a good relationship. "That said, you'll need their mail address to contact them. If you don't have it, might as well just go and look for them."

Niels smiled at Vivian. "Yea, look for them. Rachel and Yumeko you say? A lovely Japanese someone and a cute girl I'm to assume?" The tamer turned and went back towards town square where they were more like to find the two girls and their digimon. "Let's go look for them." He lead Vivian back but had to ask on the way back. "So, fancy either of them? I'll try not to seduce both of them if you fancy one. I've been called a playboy in my day you know?"

GrapLeomon looked annoyed as he looked to the side. "If being rejected every time counts as being a playboy, I guess you'd be right." Niels gave his partner a dirty look who just returned a sly look.

[User]
Vivian Benini

Candlemon hummed, at seeing the digimon slack his partner just like Viv did to his partner. When the human gave a brief glance at the digimon he could see in the digimon eye a mischievous plan being born. It was entertaining and fearful to Vivian, as he couldnt guess if he was gonna be the planned victim or not.

"Maybe." Candlemon answered to his glance, and the redhead sighed. The future never looked less planned in his life than now.

"Looking for them sounds like a start of a plan." He followed Niel back, remembering the direction which Rachel took off to, guessing the girl would fall over and be sleeping somewhere if her behaviour in the agency was any example of normal for her.

The question about if he fancied any of the girls, was one he should have awaited. Still he answered it as well as he found it appropriate. "Nah, neither is really my type. Thougth they are cute and attractive, so go for them. " Candlemon piped up right then.

"Tell Yumekos partner that you find her cuter than any digimon you ever saw and you will probably get her blessing." The candle digimon nodded in all seriousness, little flame dancing up and down.

"True Tinkermon really appeared like she cared about it. "Viv picked up, nodding himself in understanding. Still he felt obligated to warn the guy. "But when we are already on advice giving... I wouldnt exactly go for Rachel in your place. She is... having a strange vibe. Like a combination of lazy and scary. I can imagine her easily be in a horror movie just sitting there, a monster popping up and her trying to eat it ... I dont want to know how she is like when hormones hit." Viv, waved his hand as if trying to wright off some scary ideas.

[Assistant]
Ah...they didn't have a name for it. Well, she at least understood the rules well enough though, right? Rachel ran her hands over the ball. She was never really one for sports, but this at least seemed like it could be fun - or at least just something to pass the time until she got ratted out by the law for slacking off. So instead of waiting for a reply, Rachel tossed the ball towards one of the Augumon. Surprisingly, it was a fairly fast and hard hitting shot.

"...I hit him, so I win right?" Impmon finally managed to wake up, rubbing the back of his head with a frown.

"Urgh, what in tarnation hit me..." Pushing himself to his feet, the digimon looked over at Rachel. "H-hey! What are you doing?"

"...Oh, he's alive." She tilted her head to the side, frowning slightly as if somewhat disappointed.

"Don't sound so happy about it..." Impmon grumbled. "And what are you doin' playing some stupid game when we need to be workin?"