[System]
Appearance
Amber is a towering individual, standing at hulking nine feet tall. He is on the pudgy side of the body spectrum, through his massive frame slightly helps even it out. He has amber light colored skin and darker amber colored hair and eyes. His hair is think and curly, hanging down to the back of his neck. He also has thick eyebrows and sideburns. He has a few freckles peppered across his nose. He usually wears a orange colored shirt under a button up vest along with a pair of pants and boots. But most noticeably has to be the kilt he wears.

Gem
Amber stone cut in a slightly oval shape

Gem Location
Left forearm

Emotional Strength
Joy/Freedom

Emotional Weakness
Oppression

Weapon
Large, comically sized, glowing mallet

Other
Against all odds Amber has some how managed to obtained a Irish accent.
Amber has the special abilities Pyrokinesis and Geo-Thermokinesis (lava/magma manipulation), he has yet to unlock the abilities though

[User]
"I will, I will!" Sodalite whispered back to Evenkite. She felt the need to be secretive, despite the glaring fact that Aquamarine could most likely hear them through the walls of the vehicle. She began to pick up her weapons, and nodded in appreciation as Spinel began to pick them up as well. She was right, everyone inside was sure to hear thr ruckus outside, and would be out to investigate soon.

Sodalite did her best to re-conceal her weapons, but the task was much more difficult as she had her gauntlets on. She had attempted to wiggle her arms out of them, but to no avail. There were no straps or anything that held it together, so she simply had to work with hiding her weapons again with the giant weapons attached to her hands.

[Assistant]
Aquamarine let her mind drift through the past as she listened to the music,not even moving as the car pulled to a stop. She wished to let the others exit first so she wouldn't be in the way and could help unload Emerald from the inside if needed. She felt the car jostle a bit as people began to unload, trying to count out the movements so she knew when to get out herself. Aqua's brows furrowed a bit as she started to here ruckus from the outside of the van which made her dark eye open, only to realize that she had not been as alert as she had thought, now practically alone in the vechile.

She moved carefully to the door only to have it slam shut on her which made her slightly more confused. Instead, she crawled over the seat to the front now that Howlite was no longer there before taking the same path out the window. "What is going on out here?"

[User] Zircon blinked a couple times before straightening up and taking a deep breath, followed by a soft but quiet exhale of relief. Well then, that was quite the reaction wasn't it? Zircon collected herself slowly but quick enough. She thought back to what just happened, and lightly chuckled a bit. Hey, come on, that was kind of funny. Well, Zircon was laughing more at her own reaction. Only becasue it was unexpected. That and Spinel's spook itself of course. Zircon cleared her throat and picked up a couple weapons near her to help out. Out of reaction Zircon slightly jumped while quickly hiding the weapons along behind her back facing towards Aquamarine when she heard her voice. Zircon doesn't say anything and instead glances at Sodalite and Spinel with just her eyes. "Uhh.." she says almost under her breath. She couldn't think of what to say, at least not fast enough. So she kept silent for a short while.

[Assistant] Spinel walked up next to Zircon. "What she means is... we had a training exercise! I mean, we have to stay sharp if we're going to protect each other from more of those awful spiders, right? So I got the idea to see how prepared our team is for a ghost attack!" Spinel normally wasn't this cheerful but she was still happy from her successful spook.

[User] Aquamarine raised an eyebrow and a small smile on her lips before questioning,"Ah I see, so this all has nothing to do with having a little fun with the others? Maybe by scaring them? Or maybe it has to do with the fact of keeping me in the van so that I don't see concealed weapons? You all do realize I've been alive for a very long time, right? I am glad though that you all are having a good time and getting along." She was actually happily amused with the situation and the look on their faces. She laughed happily, not feeling this good in a long time and it felt good to laugh like this. She hadn't spoken before about the weapons, letting them have their security and hoping they wouldn't use them since she didn't want to hurt them by accident if defending herself.

[Assistant] The way everyone was scrambling to pick up the weapons that had been scattered about in a confusion of some sort confused Howlite as she saw them attempting to hide them from the nice blue lady who had taken howlite's special way out of the van. Howlite picked up a small dagger and threw it at a rock but ran to pick it up when it bounced off and imbedded itself blade first into the ground, "I think I should stick with big weapons for now" she said to herself as she picked the dagger up before walked over to sodalite and placing it in her hands before walking off smiling brightly as she felt like she did a good thing and also because of her lizard friend crawling down onto her shoulder that wasn't occupied by the large axe. The way she saw their predicament currently was that there were mean people on their way to hurt them and that the group could protect themselves pretty well he but something was nagging her and she didn't know what is was but she dismissed the feeling as Howlite took a few swings of her axe and forgot what was troubling he mind.

[User] Though she should have been fearful of knowing that Aquamarine was fully aware of her concealed weapons, Sodalite simply smiled as she picked up the last of her weapons. The older and taller blue Gem was amused by the recent happenings. They weren't getting along, per se, Sodalite almost mentioned, but she did acknowledge the fact that they were having a good time during the shenanigans. She was sharper than Sodalite had initially thought, and the thought of hiding the weapons from her was escaping her mind.

[Assistant] Emerald walked back to the others, just being glad that he wasn't encased in stone anymore. He saw the sort of....mess, and wanted to know what was going on. "Uh..........what's all this?" "Why are there so many weapons?" He said, picking up a small sword from the ground. (One of the bigger weapons, considering the size of the Gems that were hiding them) "You do know we can summon our own weapons, right?"

[User] Spinel had calmed down a little and said "Well, it was rather fun, for me at least. If it helps justify it, I have determined that our group could defend themselves from a ghost attack, but our teamwork leaves a good deal to be desired." she said to Aquamarine. She then turned to the others and said "Level-headed Evenkite, Weapon-savvy Sodalite, Sturdy Emerald, Unassuming Black, I apologize for not warning you first. I promise to not try to spook you specifically again unless you give me permission to or if it's irresistibly funny." she approached Sodalite and attempted to hand her the weapons she'd managed to gather.

[Assistant] The chuck of amber that was safely tucked in the grasp of the small Gem began to glow before a near blinding light engulfed the stone. The light began to grow and eventually started to take a familiar humanoid shape, though quite the large one. After a few moments the light faded away and standing there was the giant of a Gem Amber, a dazed look on his face. "Uh... What just happened?" He said as he looked around as if he was lost. "Where did those metal things go?" He said, still expecting to see the spider robots from before. He then looked down at himself and noticed that he had grown since before he was forced inside of his gem, now standing at seven feet tall. "And why did I go through a growth spurt?"

[User] Emerald turned towards the Gem as it began glowing, and as Amber appeared, Emerald stared at him for a second. "You got electrocuted by one of the spiderbots. Apparently it forced you into your Gem, and then we finished off the spiderbots. And then we ran away, and now we're here." Emerald had been preparing a brief explanation, he hadn't much to do after finishing the odd cube puzzle. "As for the growing....." Emerald shrugged. "I guess we change when we regenerate. Ask Aquamarine, she would know more about this than I do. Welcome back."

[Assistant] Zircon slightly widened her eyes kind of somewhat surprised at Aquamarine's reaction. She slowly took the weapons away from behind her back and held them at her side before laughing lightly along for a couple seconds. Now that it was mentioned, it kind of does feel like a good time. Zircon looked to Spinel and then shrugged before responding, "It's all good," she accepted the apology easily. Her attention then turned to the glowing, legitimate gem as Amber had finally reformed. And holy crap, he got taller. "Eyyy welcome back," she said to Amber, just before Emerald explained what happened. "She did actually say earlier that you could come back a little different when you reformed..." Zircon slightly shrugged "Or something like that. That's just what I recall."

[User]
First there had been Spinel's prank. Then there was the weapons everywhere. Not to forget the axe thrown out the window. After that, Aquamarine was out. And now Amber was back, dazed, taller and somehow quieter than before.

By all means, she should be stunned. Overwhelmed. Maybe even slightly panicked. And yet, if Evenkite felt any of these things, they'dve passed quickly.

Instead, of all things, she laughed.

It had started off as a choked giggle, hardly audible to even the most sensitive of ears. She herself wasn't quite sure as to what caused it. Was it the result of Spinel's prank from earlier finally taking over? Relief that Amber was back? Or maybe Amber's confusion? The absurdity of the situation finally setting in? How casually they've begun to react to these things? A mixture of all the above? Whatever it was, it had caused her to laugh, a sound and sensation so alien to Evenkite that for a moment, she was stunned -scared even- of the sound of her own voice. Which, of course, realising how silly it was to think that way, noticing how strange it sounded to hear herself laugh, only caused her giggles to become laughs. Then she realised how the fact that she was laughing at all was strange, and her laughter grew into a full-out fit, causing her to double over.

She laughed as she moved away from the door. She laughed as she began to pick up what was left of the weapons on the ground. She laughed as she held them out to Sodalite. She laughed as she tried to think of what to add to Spinel's story. She laughed as she tried to speak to Amber, and laughed even more when she found herself unable to form proper sentences due to her fit. In the end, all she could manage was, "Every-" she broke off into yet more laughter, an uncharacteristically goofy grin on her face, "Everything happened...!" And then her fit drowned out whatever was left of her words.

Oh god, she was losing it, wasn't she?

Time out, Eve. Time out. What's even wrong with you?

[Assistant] Spinel either left the weapons she'd gathered in Sodalite's hands or dropped them at her feet, whichever came first. She looked extremely proud of herself. This was probably the second happiest Spinel had ever been, the first being a few moments ago when she was rolling on the ground laughing. "Wooooooo, I spooked Grumpy Evenkite so badly she's been driven mad!" She then walked over to where Howlite was and said "Did you see the show, Obedient Gray? Aren't I a good spook?"

[User] Before Sodalite had a chance to say anything, even though it was unlikely that she actually would, Evenkite began to laugh quite hysterically. It startled Sodalite again, causing her to flinch and back away from the gem who had told her to bring the weapons in the first place. It scared her. Evenkite seemed a little paranoid from the start, but now she just seemed mad to Sodalite. Still, she kept quiet, the nice and peaceful moment broken by the gem's laughter.

[Assistant]
-Back on Bloodstone' s ship-
"Now what are they doing? If they think they'll be safe amongst the humans then they have another thing coming. Send down a red eye." Bloodstone pulled the lever that released the large destructive force. "It may be my last one but I doubt these new gems have a Plasma Cannon like old Rose Quartz."

[User] Emerald was laughing a little bit, then stopped short, his mouth hanging open as he looked up at the sky. "Guys.....we have a problem. A very literally big problem." His pupils slowly vanished from his eyes as an incredibly bright, long beam of light shot up from his eyes, alerting anyone who saw it to the giant....thing. "I think we have a bit of a situation."

[Assistant] Spinel stopped her attempted conversation with Howlite and looked up. She immediately stopped laughing and went from being chipper to her regular, lucid self. "I... don't think my arrows will do much to that." she said. "IS this something you've seen before?" she asked, turning to Aquamarine.

[User]
Aquamarine had been trying to quiet her laughing and holding a hand to her mouth so she could welcome Amber back but with Evenlite laughing which was making her laugh more it was impossible. It only took Emerald's words to make her feel like she had been dowsed in cold water, her face relaxing into a more serious one as she looked to where the long light beam was pointing. She squinted for a second before a frown appeared on her lips. So that is what Home World was planning to do.
"Unfortunately, yes. It won't go down or break easily that is for sure. They are trying to make sure we can't hide by scanning for us. Home World wants to know exactly where we are."

[Assistant] "Retreating into my gem, reforming, what?" Amber said as he tried to figure out what exactly happened to him. He could recall fighting those spider robots, even crushing one with a rock. He remembered being grabbed by another pair of those spider bots. He even remembered being knocked free by one of the other Gems, or was that a rock, but then everything gets fuzzy. Now he was out of the valley surrounded by the other Gems and... wait WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! As Amber looked up he couldn't help but spot the massive eye hurtling towards the group. "Oi today is just not my day..." He groaned aloud.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

(Two Of These)

Wing-Cloak

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Overall Personality
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron

Elegant | Unpredictablly-Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Influential

Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him.

Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)

[User]
The she-elf held the runestone in her hand the whole time she embraced him. Elves were not known to cry, but Saeril did feel her eyes water in joy. Maybe he broke a barrier within her heart that held the strongest of emotions that her kind were not prone to express. This made Kili the first to even do so. Stroking the back of his head, she felt her earlier anger die down, but not completely. Thorin was to blame for putting his heirs' lives at risk. She will hold onto her promise to talk to him; for Kili and for Fili.

On the bright side, they were almost in Erebor, the strong household of Durin's folk, and the group walked the desolated plains to the Lonely Moutain. It was much larger up close than it was far away, and the ashy ruins left by the dragon were the first to spot: golden walls turned to ash.

[Assistant]
As promised, Cenrid lead the group to the mountain, and he'd given them each a weapon from a makeshift camp of sorts. Apparently the man had been anticipating the arrival of Thorin, for he had been staked out some time beforehand.

Thankfully, their weapons were not needed. There wasn't a soul in sight.
The closer Kili got to the mountain, the more amazed he felt to see it up close. This had always been his dream, and now it was real. Seeing the destruction left by Smaug filled him with dread; what if Thorin and the rest of the company had been killed?

"I don't see anyone," Kili's voice was low, his expression troubled. They should have seen someone by now.
"Maybe there is no one to see." Cenrid answered, hand near the hilt of his sword. "If you'd rather...I can go ahead to make sure..."

Disturbed by the suggestion, Kili stopped in his tracks. "What are you saying?"

Cenrid stopped, looking to the youngest with skepticism. "You saw what the beast did to the town...do you really think he left any survivors?" With a low scoff, he glanced towards Saeril. "Surely you are not that naive."

Without warning, Kili shoved past him and ran towards the place that should have been their home. Cenrid had to have been wrong. Thorin couldn't be dead.

[User]
Saeril looked around the now desolated mountain as soon as they entered the almost-destroyed front gate. Like everyone, she wondered, and became worried about the aftermath to wake up such a beast. It was quiet here, a little too quiet; only tiny pebbles rolling at their feet. Silent stepping came from the she-elf, one wouldn't even know she was there.

However, the only thing she heard was the interaction between Cenrid and her godson; not to mention that Fili was watching and listening. There was a non-trusting aura between Man and Dwarf, and it made him and his godmother a little cautious about his intentions. For him to even glance at Saeril, she was already being induced with hostility towards their guide, having no trust in Cenrid, whatsoever. For him to even treat Kili with such disrespect, they had the right to not like him. To see the youngest dash by them, all of them were quick to follow. "Kili!", his brother called as he ran after him, along with Cenrid, Saeril, Bofur, and Oin.

Hearing his companions enter the mountain, Bilbo had to stop and warn them. Ever since they entered, Thorin has been acting strange lately: avoiding his kin, spending his time in the treasure room, even avoid sleeping and eating.
"Wait! Wait!", the Hobbit's voice echoed through the mountain. He was coming towards them, almost out of breath. "Stop! Stop! Stop!", his fading breathing level made his voice come into a harsh whisper. "We need to leave. We all need to leave", he simply told them, almost as if in a panic.

[Assistant]
"Bilbo!" Kili was never more relieved to see their burglar. With a grin, he squeezed Bilbo's shoulder fondly, hardly paying attention to his words as he looked past him. "Leave? But we just got here! Where are the others?"

Bilbo shook his head, adamant against the idea of them staying. "No! You don't understand. I have tried talking to him, but he won't listen."

Oin could see that Bilbo was even more frazzled than usual. "What do you mean, laddie?"

Bilbo gave an exasperated sigh. "THORIN. Thorin. Thorin. He's been out there for days. He doesn't sleep. He barely eats. He's not been himself - not at all. It's this - it's this place. I think a sickness lies on it."

Cenrid scoffed lowly, and Kili looked to the hobbit with worry, then to his godmother as if she needed to confirm the fact. "Sickness? What kind of sickness?"

[User]
Sickness?, this was the only word that made Saeril think of one thing: dragon sickness; gold lust. This was bad, and she only hoped that this wasn't what Bilbo was referring to. As the Hobbit went on, nobody noticed Fili looking over his shoulder, but the she-elf was quick to notice him running away, down the stairs. "Fili, wait!", she called to him, already dreading what he will be witnessing from their king, and her friend.

Going down the stone, spiral staircase, Fili gazed in astonishment at what was before him: mountains and mountains of golden treasure all over the room, covering the floor, and up to the stairs. Gaping at the great load, Fili did not move from his spot when he got there. The tales were true...

Following Fili to the treasure hoard at the top of the stairwell, all the she-elf could do was gaze in shock at the mountain's enormous wealth. "The great treasure of Durin", she breathed out.

[Assistant]
Kili was quick to follow his brother, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the impressive display of gold. The sight surpassed any story he'd ever been told, even he with his imagination could not have conjured such an impressive, lavish image.
"This is it...the treasure from the stories." With a quiet laugh of disbelief, he started down the stairway so that he might have a better view of the gold and gemstones strewn about the ground.

Suddenly, Thorin entered the chamber. The king was dressed in ornate robes and covered in jewelry, his stride slow as he moved from a doorway. Thorin began speaking softly, apparently to himself. He appeared strange, almost possessed, and then he lifted his gaze to meet that of his nephew's.
"Gold. Gold beyond measure. Beyond sorrow and grief. Behold - the great treasure hoard of Thror." Without warning, he tossed a jewel in a deep red color to his eldest nephew.
"Welcome, my sister's sons, to the kingdom of Erebor!"

The rest of the company emerged from a nearby room. They seemed troubled at first, but they broke into smiles when they saw that Kili and the others had survived. Kili dashed off to meet them, and Cenrid hung back, his eyes locked on the youngest, a plan forming in his mind.
"I will return later to take the gold promised to me," the man explained to Saeril, purposely staying out of view so that Thorin would not see him. "You would do well to remind the king that the people of Laketown blame him...war will soon be upon us if he is not careful."

[User]
Fili indeed caught the jewel that was thrown to him; but Saeril, on the other hand, felt a little uneasy about Thorin's new appearance. It was unlike him to dress in such garb, and worse yet, speak of gold, as if it was a lifeline. The eldest brother looked to Kili, already feeling worried about this, before looking to their godmother. Something was terribly wrong...

The she-elf heard Cenrid's warning, and she looked at Kili, who was already happy to see the rest of his kin alive and well. But her happiness for her godson wasn't to last when she saw Thorin nearby in the distance. Concern among her beautiful features, she approached the nonchalant King. "Thorin..?", she softly called to him to get his attention. Saeril remembered her promise to Kili, and this time, she will make it happen.

[Assistant]
Kili couldn't help but wonder why Thorin didn't seem happy to see him. The youngest was overjoyed to find his kin alive and well, but Thorin hardly seemed phased by his being there. If not for Saeril, he would have died from infection. Didn't Thorin realize how close he'd been to losing him?
Despite his doubts, he resumed his usual role and masked any fears he had with a smile. Things would be alright, wouldn't they?

Thorin looked towards Saeril, almost sluggishly as if he hadn't quite heard her. Bilbo watched from a distance, his brows knit with concern. There was something terribly wrong with the king.

"What is it?" Thorin's attention was on her, but only briefly. He took notice that the others were, in his opinion, idle. "Look at them...they act as if they do not realize what is at stake," he mumbled, voice low before he turned back to face the she-elf. "We've yet to find the Arkenstone...I cannot rule without it."

[User]
Saeril listened to Thorin's observation of his kin; it sounded...doubtful. As far as she knew, the dwarven King would not do such a thing. Not to mention that he sounded cold in his voice tone; no hint of warmth there at all. "That's because they're happy to be safe...my king", she quickly added, promptly trying to be respectful in their home. She's not backing down yet, however. "Of course, the stone. The king's jewel", she looked to Kili, keeping an eye on him.

"But, Thorin, you almost lost your only heirs out there. In Dragonfire", she began to remind him. "Lives were lost; homes were destroyed. Land desolated", it was almost a plead for him to realize his actions, but she kept it soft.


[System]
*Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning*
Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance:

"I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable."

Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish.

Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe

Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut.

Weapons: None

Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror.

Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica

Magical Girl Appearance:

Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana.

Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left.

Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic.

Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.

[User]
Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up.

So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo.

"The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"

[Assistant]
book of bad juju
Alice just stared at Violetta for a moment then she chuckled.
"Personally, I find Aurora a much nicer name. Germany sounds dull by comparison now."
That was the truth. Alice found the name indeed much nicer to hear and say but nothing about the country resembles one. The country just was not fit for such a name which was used for a beautiful phenomenon akin to a spectacular light show. However, that was not the issue here and not the answer Alice was expecting from Violetta.

Maybe she did not understand my question.Is she really fine with the current state of affairs with the Authority and resistance fighting each other daily? Is she fine with the magical girls fighting with each other even over petty things? Or is she the type not to think too much and just follow orders from the top? Is she really okay with that?

Alice leapt off the building and stopped again.
"Chaotic..." Alice needed to be careful not to be too antagonistic to the Authority or revealed her desire for co-existence. "Witches and petty territorial disputes are bad enough. Moreover, we have two sides fighting for god know's how long. Things don't seem to be changing any time soon. If only someone would just step up and do something..."
Alice realized what she was just saying and stopped herself. She quickly turned to Violetta and started to panic like a teenage girl who just revealed some dirty secret.
"I-its not like I want to be that 'someone'. I mean, I'm just one of the people caught up in all this like many others and just wished someone would just save us. I just want some peace..."
A tear trickled down Alice's cheek. She just partly talked with her heart after all. She quickly wiped the tear and laughed.
"Hehe...silly me. I don't know why I'm talking to you about this. We should continue on...we are almost there."

Alice did not realize she would actually cry. She only meant to come off to Violetta as a friendly magical girl who was not an enemy.
I really suck at this...I really hope Violetta does not start to prepare to take me down...

[User]
Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!"

She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of.  Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now?

No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.

[Assistant]
book of bad juju

Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta.

Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle.

However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her.

"The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important."
It was now or never...

[User]
The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down.

Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole.

She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.

[Assistant]
Eponine thought about what would happen if she walked this path with Maria. She imagined the lives shattered by the destruction and chaos that would come. She imagined having to fight against magical girls that she had fought alongside in the past. But then she thought of rows of soldiers, marching neatly; magical girls lined up at attention, under one banner. People's lives, regulated to minimize both hope and despair to prevent unwanted contracts; witches dispatched in a precise and surgical way, more like an industrial farm than a hunt. Could all this be possible? But what wasn't possible, if only a magical girl could dream big enough? Since becoming a knight of Aurora, Eponine had stopped dreaming, and suffered the same slow death as the city. But Maria...she never stopped dreaming, she had the will to make it work.

"I will follow you my lady," Eponine said, "and I renew my pledge of loyalty to you, and you only." She took Maria's hand and first touched it to her own forehead, and then brought it to her lips in a medieval gesture.


[System]
Abstract: A Traveler's son who wants adventure.

Detail:

 A very tall man at 6'9", Kelsier was born to a Traveler, named Sigil and a courtesan named Seria. Not the most dignified parents to have, but he is proud of his heritage anyways. His mother had a drunkered husband who aquired a large debt and died in a street brawl, leaving her to be taken as compensation to pay his debt off. His parents met, one rainy, miserable day as the both tried to find shelter from the pouring rain. The closest spot was under a small bridge, so they both went under. They got to talking, and to pass the time, he astounded her with stories of his many travels and adventures. He made her happy like no one ever had. When the rain stopped, they went their separate ways. For the rest of the day, she could stop thinking about the dashing, hansome man with his quick wit and mischievous smile. The next day, she was taking a walk and found that here feet (and heart) has led her back to the bridge. She foolishly looked around and waited for awhile to see if she could find him again, be he was not there. She was just about to leave, when she heard someone call her name. She turned and there he was. Her heart lept with joy, though she did not know why.

 They spent the afternoon wandering around an talking more, getting to know each other. When evening came, and she had to go, they promised to meet on the bridge again. They did and this pattern continued for a week. Seven days later, they met again but she suddenly thought that if he found out what she was, he would be disgusted and hate her. Try as she might, she couldn't keep that thought out of her head. He sensed something was wrong, but he held his peace, hoping she would come out with whatever it was. Seria's anxiety grew and grew until she couldn't stand it. She shouted something half-nonsense and flead with tears in her eyes. That night, while she was at work, she got a request. She had long since hardend herself to what she had to do. But she had a surprise, in the room was none other than Sigil! Confused, she just stared at him. He chucked and explained that he had known for awhile when he had started asking around about her. He handed her a small bunch of flowers that were a gift he was planning to give her. They sat, talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company until he had to leave.

 The next day the met by the bridge again but this time, it was Sigil who seemed worried. Their time together ended with a sunset on a hill. There, he explained that he felt he had been in one place for too long and he wanted to go back to Traveling. She understood, but she asked him to keep her company before he left. They did and in the morning, he left with a short farwell.

 Three months later, she found she was pregnant. Three more months later, and she bore Kelsier. She immediately knew that he was Sigil's with the intuition that only mothers know. This was confermed as the boy grew and resembled Sigil greatly in both looks and personality. As Kelsier grew older, Seria fell ill. To support them both, he did whatever he could to earn money, every disgusting, embarrassing, undignified job that no one else wanted to do. He even, in desperate times, became a thief and stole what they needed. By sixteen, his body was sharp and his mind far sharper. He had also started to show a wanderlust and he often dreamed about what lay outside the wall. One day, he saw a recruitment notace for the Enn Guard, trained soldiers to protect the people from threats both inside and out...or so they wanted the people to believe, the truth was, most of them were merely spoiled noblemen's sons who were pressied into servace or unwilling pesents who wanted the money more so than the work. So most of them were untrained, unwilling or surly. Not Kelsier, though. He worked at his job and did well, showing promise with the sword and spear and and a natural at hunting down and apprehending criminals. He spent five years like this, climbing the ranks to a full Captain. His massive, odd, high quality sword was made infamous by its size and sharpness. It was a gift, sent to him by a different Traveler on his sixteeth birthday. It bore a note that read:

"Son, I have heard that you have grown into a fine young man and am told that you are the spitting image of me. I know that if this is true, you will one day feel the call to Travel, like I have. This may be too big for you now, but if you do answer the Call, you will need this to protect yourself with. I wish that I could have seen you grow up and one day hope that I will get to see you.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

-Your Father, Sigil

 Now, Kelsier is twenty-one and he feels trapped, suffocated, and bored behind the walls. Old streets are too well traveled, the routine, too well established. He once again has turned his eyes outward, to the great unknown. His chance came when he spotted a mysterious request, posted by a Traveler...

[User]
TEAM RUTABAGA

Observing the trapped felidrake intently, Fiammetta judged that the task at hand seemed easy enough.

"Hmmph! That's it? Hardly a task worthy of a noble. Just you watch, I shall return with the largest felidrake of any of you!"

Despite what she said though, she adjusted her gauntlets and grabbed a few pieces of meat with which to bait one of the fiendishly adorable critters. And it didn't take her long to spot one as she wandered through the woods. A runt, clearly still a kitten and the smallest of the litter judging by its size and the way its empty stomach rumbled. Fearful but curious, it stuck its head out of a bush and chirped at Fiammetta. The malnourished animal eyed the meat she carried hungrily.

"Hmmm..." Fiammetta said, on the fence about offering it a piece of meat. "No, too small. It would be a disgrace for me to return to the group brandishing something so tiny. I am sorry little one, but the house of Anzivino has no time for weaklings."

A tree behind her rustled, and she caught sight of a much larger animal, almost the size of a dog. Her eyes lit up. Excellent! Truly this was a felidrake worthy of the Anzivino family name!

She approached it holding her cage in one hand and a piece of meat in another. Catching sight of her, the larger animal growled, its hair standing on edge as it prepared to pounce.

"Here~," she cooed. "Come here. Yes..."

The large felidrake hissed, but relented in the face of tasty treats. Cautiously, it sniffed the meat with interest. Fiammetta grinned.

"It's your lucky day, felidrake! You get to be captured by a noblewoman of the house Anzivino!"

She lunged for the cat, grabbing it roughly with her steel gauntlets before trying to force it into the cage. Immediately the felidrake started to bite, claw and hiss, scratching her cheek before teleporting out of her arms and kicking wet dirt in her eyes as it scrambled away with an entire cut of her meat.

"Owww!" she said as she rubbed some of the dirt from her eyes. "You... you miserable little ingrate! I offer you a chance to be a part of house Anzivino and this is how you repay me? I'll make sure you are punished for your hubris, cat. Come here, you!"

What ensued was a comically literal game of cat and mouse with Fiammetta chasing the felidrake all across the desolate patch of forest she'd chosen to search in, cussing and spitting and generally "roughing it" in a way she never thought she personally would have to stoop to.

The battle raged on until the felidrake had claimed all but the tiniest scraps of bait, leaving Fiammetta sweaty, dirty, alone, and completely defeated.

"That... stupid little cat! Mangy stray! That no-good, worthless, low-to-the-ground unappreciative son of a mother born from the bleakest- rrrrggghhhhhhh!"

She groaned in frustration, collapsing to the ground and about ready to cry. It was okay, no one would see her out here. And honestly...

"What kind of noble can't catch a single cat?!" she said, berating herself. "I can't return to the others like this... not after those things I said..."

Behind her, the tiny felidrake poked its curious little head out of a bush...

[Assistant]
TEAM RUTABAGA

Telio held the open cage with both hands; a felidrake returned his intense gaze with an aloof look of sheer apathy. A leaf fell from a tree, fluttering to the ground as the two rivals stared each other down. Down, down the leaf fell. Telio ignored the drop of sweat dripping from his brow. Closer and closer to the earth it fell. Telio's fingers danced over the bars of the cage, but it wasn't time to strike... until... NOW! Telio pounced just as the leaf hit the ground, but the felidrake poofed away before the iron could close around him.

Telio felt something on his head again. A furry, fanged face drifted down into his field of vision and let out the laziest "meow" he had ever heard. "Is my head really that comfortable?" he asked, and the felidrake responded by digging its claws into him, fluffing his hair, and curling up into a ball. Telio let out a sigh. By the time he caught one, he would have no time to draw! Then, he got a devious, brilliant idea. He saw the way they played with one another and vied for dominance atop those little statues. Perhaps he could kill two birds, or felidrakes, with one stone.

He immediately pulled out his art supplies, ignoring the felidrake that was purring on his head. He had stared at the thing long enough to get a good mental image. He knew the size it ought to be, the color, the texture, and those brilliant feline eyes. He put extra effort into those eyes. For all the time that he spent on that drawing, he was certain that he wouldn't be the first to catch one of the creatures -- he wasn't even sure if this would let him catch one -- but at least he would have something to show for it. When he was finished, a perfect felidrake was staring right back at him.

A sly grin on his face, Telio slipped the picture into the back of the cage and did his best felidrake impression to wake the critter on his head. It opened one eye, and then the other, and then it was standing upright on Telio's head when it saw the picture. It hissed at first, but when it's rival showed no response it popped to the ground, tentatively pawing at the cage. It had never seen a felidrake so still before, nor one with such an unwavering gaze. With a gentle boot, Telio nudged the felidrake into the cage, closed the door, and reclaimed his picture through the bars of the cage. The felidrake frantically tried to teleport out of the cage, but Telio just lifted it up, looked it dead in the eyes, and said, "My head is not a bed."

[User]
 Kelsier studied the scetch, still half thinking about the magic rune earlier. He had some idea, from the stories his father has told, that there were forces and creatures out there that defied normal logic. He was brought to the present by Spook's explinaion of what they were up against. Teleporting, Canivrous Feline Dragons. Wonderful. The others immediately set to the difficult task, with various results, some hilarious and others painful. Kelsier just stood there, thinking about the task before he set to do it. These things are small, nimble and have sharp claws and teeth. Grabbing them bare-handed, even with bait, is going to be a painful experience for both you and the feilidrake...could try to chase them, and wear them down, but that would be equally exhausting. If only I had a net. No, wait they would just teleport out of it. His plotting was interrupted by Spook's dramatic revilation of the feilidrake's weakness. They can't teleport through metal... Then, a candlelight went on. Acting on his flash of genius, he hurredly got out of his coat. His coat was a heavy, armored jacket with many deep pockets that he usualy kept filled with stuff, some of it odd, like a carved wood doll, some of it cool, like a stone that he had found cracked open to reveal it's crystal geodes and some of it utilitarian, like some pencils and paper or flint and steel. With the stuff in the pockets to weigh it down, and the armor pieces, to pervent their teleportaion, Kelsier realized it could make a decent makeshift weighed net to catch a feilidrake or three.

 Coat waded up and in hand, Kelsier stalked the Feliedrakes with the patience of a predator. He obsered their movements, which were remarkably similar to the cats they resembed, and waited for the perfect opportunity. Kelsier got in a position he could sping from and then didn't move a muscle. Anyone who saw him, could only tell him from a statue by the rise and fall of his breath. He could have gone for one at a time, but the noblegirl's challenge had sparked his competative spirit. It took awhile, but there was a moment when three nearby feilidrakes converged to frolic and tumble. In an instant, he tossed his coat, which spead out and landed on top of the three critters. But one, either faster or luckier than the others, saw the projecile and swerved to avoid it. It ended up near the edge of the cloth and struggled to get away. Unfortunately, its claws got tangled in the weave. Kelsier quickly snatched that one, and it proceded to try and mangle his hand. However, Kelsier's gauntlet thwarted its efforts. Kelsier carefully gathered his coat into a sort of bag, not letting the occasionaly teleporting feilidrakes escape. Kelsier was slightly troubled. Now that I get a closer look, these things are rather cute. He though. It seems a shame to lock them in cages. What could Spook want with so many of them? I hope it is nothing insidious. With the three struggling felidrakes in his coat, he followed his route back to where they had made camp.

 He emerged into the clearing. "Can someone lend me a hand here?"  He said, loudly, showing the bag of squrming felidrakes and the one held gently but firmly in his right hand.


[System]
Age: looks 20
Power: Aiko has the power of healing.
Personality: Aiko is very quiet. Although she can carry on conversation, she just tends to keep to herself. When she needs to, Aiko can be very diplomatic. She makes up for being quiet with intelligence. Aiko is incredibly smart, and she enjoys learning more than anything else. From a distance, Aiko tends to come off as a snob, because she is very well-mannered and pedigreed. She acts like a princess most the time, which isn't a bad thing, but people tend to steer clear of Snobby Aiko.
Likes: Food. Aiko still enjoys human food. Learning. Quiet.
Dislikes: Music, anything really loud. Sports.
Picture:

Name: Ichiro Mori
Age: looks 18
Power: Ichiro has power of compulsion. He can make people do whatever he wants.
Personality: Ichiro is very loud and cocky. He's opinionated and blunt and straight up loud. Ichiro is very nice, though, as nice as he can be. He tends to spread compliments around on everyone, making everyone feel as great as he does. This makes him very popular. One thing Ichiro isn't is smart. Teachers love him for his sense of humor and his general personality, but he doesn't do very well in the grades department.
Likes: Books. Ichiro actually does like to read. Swimming. Girls. ;)
Dislikes: Ichiro has one huge dislike: vampires. ;)
Picture:

[User] Kikiyo glared at him "I hate the idea of marriage you really think I want to get to know you!?". Kikiyo had a cold expression on her face, she tapped her fingers against the arm rest "you should leave.....". She looked away letting out a sigh, she thought about the school she was going to, she needed to speak to her sister to see if she was alright with it all, silently she stood up.

[Assistant]
Ichiro stood slowly, done with this entire conversation. If she wanted to ve like this, he could play her game. He would find a way to get her attention with out ever speaking to her.

"As you wish, your majesty," he said with a polite smile and walked out. He caught Kai hanging around the door and bit his lip not to snap at him. "We are leaving," Ichiro said quietly to his friend, walking quickly in the direction they had come.

****

Aiko raced down the stairs, nearly running into the two men. She came to a quick stop, frowning at them both.

"Safe travels," she muttered, "We will see you both soon." With that, she ran past them and into the throne room, shutting the door behind her.

[User]
Kikiyo wat hed her sister, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. Kikiyo was in thought, she knew that she had to push the wedding back so that she can live in peace with her family. Silently she stood up walking to her sister "what's wrong? Aiko?". She raised her eyebrow at her sister.

Kai sighed as he walked with the prince "so how did it go my prince?". He wondered what happened in there, the prince was usually chatty but it seems thats not the case now, the princess must have angered him. He sighed as he opened the door for the passenger seat when they went outside waiting for the prince to get inside once he got inside Kai sat next to him closing the door telling the driver to drive back to the palace.

[Assistant]
"Nothing is wrong," Aiko said, going to sit down. She didn't want to anger her sister. She didn't know what she wanted. "I'm just worried is all." Honestly, she was a little worried about making the Prince mad. She had seen his face when he left. Mad didn't begin to cover what Ichiro had been. Aiko wasn't scared of the wolves, but the species were walking on a fine line between war and peace.

"How did it go?"

****

Ichiro crossed his arms.

"Stop acting like a servant, Kai. I don't need you to open doors or tell the driver where to go. I can do all that myself." He snapped. "I couldn't get through to her. But I will get her attention." He stared out the window. "I'm not sure how. But I will."

[User]
Kikiyo sighed "he thinks i wanted to get to know him....he is aware that i hate the idea of this marrriage...he should have expected that i'd reject wanting to know him...". Kikiyo silently watched the maids "please send another glasss of blood to my room....". Silently she watched her sister "you should distance yourself from the wolves...they are dangerous and i still do not trust them...i know you are facinated by one sister".

Kai sighed as he folded his arms, he watched the prince "well i get why she rejected you....your snappy side is annoying...hm....you have a chance with her...she will be at our school and away from her home so..". The guard smiled to himself chuckling. He hoped that things would work out for the prince.

[Assistant]
"I am fascinated by the entire species," she said, taking the hint that her sister wanted to be alone. She was ready to go to her room, meaning Aiko's time was up. She stood out of her seat and walked towards the door.

"For the sake of peace, at least think about getting to know him. You're shooting him down too fast, baby sister." With that, Aiko asked the maid to prepare her a bath and left the room.

****

"For a friend, you are more often against me than for me," Ichiro muttered, rubbing his head. "You realize I can make you do whatever I want. You've seen it done. I can do it now. But you're my friend. Have been since birth. I would prefer you willingly support me."

The car came to a stop, and Kai let himself out. He walked himself to the door and into the palace. One of the maids stood by the door, grinning at him as he walked him. Most of the maids around the house fancied him.

"Little angel, would you please send word to the kitchen to have dinner ready? I'm starving," he said, touching her chin. The girl nearly fainted. Ichiro let her go and she nearly fell over herself running to the kitchen.

Ichiro knew how he would win the princess's attention. He would make her jealous.

[User]
Kikiyo let out a sigh and walked towards her room "the werewolves are enemies no matter what.....I will never see that man as a lover or a husband....". Silently she walked to her room and let out a sigh, she watched a picture of her mother framed on her drawer. Kikiyo got undressed and got into her night gown, she wanted to rest after today.

Kai sighed "I am entitled with my own opinion prince.....im only stating the facts....usually I'm right about them". Silently he let out a sigh watching the prince worried about him.

[Assistant]
Aiko took a bath, dismissing her maids early. She wanted to be alone. The idea of going to an actual school made her stomach ache. She didn't like other people most the time. She was too quiet and too gentle. People tended to run over her. Aiko thought about the school more as she slipped into her night clothes, sitting in the giant bed.

She would be away from her sister most the day. Surely they wouldn't have the same classes. Aiko honestly didn't know what she would do outside of her protected family circle. She was sure there would be guards around, but she dreaded finding someone to talk to.

Aiko fell asleep slowly, lost in thought.

****

Ichiro spent the rest of the night ignoring Kai. It was childish to be mad at him, and even more to ignore him. But he just didn't feel like dealing with the man. He ate dinner and sent himself to bed early, tucking a book under his arm. His maids got his clothes all laid out for the next day and then left him alone.

Ichiro plotted his plan, feeling more excited by the minute. He fell asleep quickly, smiling.

[User]
Kikiyo yawned as she got up, she watched the maids as they undressed her and helped her with her uniform. Silently she put her hair in pigtails using red ribbons, she decided to style her hair differently today she always left her hair down. She grabbed her bag getting her things ready and slipped into her shoes.

The girl ran downstairs, she grabbed the glass of blood that a maid held for her she drank it letting out a sigh. She knew today was going to be a long day, she had a bad feeling about it, she walked towards the car watching it she felt weird going outside.

Kai sighed as he waited for the prince, he stood by the car holding his school bag. Silently he wondered what the prince had planned for the vampire princess.

[Assistant]
Aiko woke up to the sound of maids bustling around her room. As she stretched herself out, they all smiled at her and stood at attention. She got out of bed and let them show her how to wear her new uniform. It looked silly on her, skirt shorter than she liked and silly button up shirt. She let the maids tuck her shirt in and then dismissed them.

Aiko wanted to be more independent. She didn't like depending on maids to do her work for her. She fixed her hair down, curling it into big loose curls. She was proud of her blonde hair. It was different. Feeling confident, she left the room, taking a glass of blood from the maid outside her door.

****

Ichiro got up and let the servants dress him in his new uniform. It had been sitting on the dresser for weeks now, waiting to be worn. He didn't like uniforms. Being like everyone else really wasn't his style. But he combed and strained out his hair and went on his way anyway, grabbing food from the kitchen on his way through.

The door keeper held out his backpack for him, and he took it. Outside, Kai waited on his. Ichiro was getting real tired of this routine. He let himself into the car, giving Kai a very chipper "Good morning."

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Kagome sat in the car quietly, she looked at her school bag annoyed that she had to go to a public school she wondered how her family were feeling about this. She waited for her sister yawning a little, she was wondering what the prince would be up to especially after yesterday when she rejected his existence. Silently she closed her eyes leaning her head by the window not minding the sun.

Kai sighed as he watched the prince, he got into the car with him not saying a word. Kai wondered what the prince was up to, he had a bad feeling about this. Kai watched the driver "drive please".

[Assistant]
Aiko got in the car, giving her sister a smile. She was slumped into the window. Aiko patted her shoulder.

"Everything will be okay, sis," she said, telling the driver to go. Even she didn't want to go to this school, but she felt like being in the light. She felt like being happy.

****

Ichiro played with his hands in his lap. He wondered how many people would recognize him. He hoped they all would. Ichiro liked being in the spotlight. Plus, it would help his plan.

"I am ready, Kai," he said, giving him a smile.

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Kikiyo watched her sister, she gave her a nod and closed her eyes as the driver drove towards their new school. She looked outside finding it weird to be outside and she smelt delicious.......scents.

Kikiyo sat up as they were there, she watched the driver as he opened the door for them and she jumped out grabbing her bag, she looked at her sister and walked into the giant gates of the school. She noticed males watching her, she still had that cold expression but her golden eyes stood out, she silently walked into the school it was surrounded by beautiful sakura trees and it had a giant fountain she was impressed.

Kai sighed asking the driver to go, he watched the prince and shook his head a little. He ignored the prince still annoyed at him and got out of the car straight away before the prince could speak to him when they got to the school.

[Assistant]
Niko followed her sister out of the car, a good distance behind her. She didn't want people here to know her as Kikiyo's sister. She wanted to have a name. From the gate, she watched her sister walk up to the doorway, all eyes on her. Niko decided to wait until her sister was far enough ahead and then follow. So, she did exactly that. Pleasing enough, she got a few glances, but it wasn't the same looks her sister had gotten.

She stopped in the middle of the pathway to look around. Everything was overwhelming. There were different species all here, different types of heartbeats and blood. So many different smells and sights. Aiko took a deep breath and breathed it all in.

****

Ichiro followed Kai out of the car, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He was thoroughly impressed with the landscaping of the school. It was utterly beautiful. Ichiro kept his head high and followed behind his friend, smiling at the people he passed by. He caught every eye along the way, giving them his famous half smirk.

Ahead, the older princess stood by the fountain, alone, seemingly enjoying the sights and sounds. He slid up beside her, nudging her in the arm.

"Morning, Aiko," he said with a smile. She returned it pleasantly, nodding to him. "It's going to be a great day." She seemed more than a little shocked at his comment, but Ichiro ignored her look of suspicion and walked on into the school.

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Kikiyo let out a sigh as she stayed near her sister, she smiled a little at her sister as they looked around. She heard a familiar voice and scowled, she glared at the prince as he greeted her sister, she looked away avoiding the prince she did not want anyone to think that she was associated with this man.

Kai smiled at Aiko and gave her a wave, he noticed a scowling Kikiyo and gave her a warm smile. He sighed as he watched the sisters "do you two like the school? It must be weird for you guys".

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Aiko smiled back at Kai, sighing.

"Yes, it's different, but I really like it. I like new things," she said, moving around on her feet. The uniform felt weird, scratchy. She brushed it off, blaming it on her nerves. Glancing at her sister, she hoped the girl wouldn't follow her around all day. Kikiyo said she wanted Aiko to make friends, but Aiko never would if Kikiyo gave them all the stink eye.

****

Ichiro looked around the entry way of the school, staring at everything. People stopped and turned to look at him, whispering among themselves. He gave them a smirk and pulled his schedule out of his pocket. The least he could do was be a good student while he was executing his plan. How hard would it be to find his way around the school?

Ichiro walked up the stairs onto the landing where a long hallway stretched out before him. People hurried around, trying to get places, barely paying him any mind up here. He sighed and walked forward, searching for room numbers.


[System]
Age: 1350
Archon of: Light and Dark

Physical Attributes
Apearance: Standing at 6 feet 3 inches Marcus appears to be in peak physical condition, though closer inspection reveals that much of his body is cybernetic. Including much of his chest, his right arm, and both legs
Physical Weaknesses:As much of his body is now cybernetic, he has predefined limits and cannot cross them, no matter how hard he tries. He is extremely vulnerable to weapons with an Electro Magnetic Pulse, if he his hit with a significantly damaging blast from one the circulation device that replaced his heart will be shut off.
Physical Strengths:As most of his body is cybernetic, he has immense stamina, and can win fights through sheer attrition, additionally while it is limited, he possesses immense speed and physical strength. Though he risks damage to both his implants and himself if he overclocks them too much.

Mental Attributes
Personality: The man that Marcus is now is far, far different from the one he used to be. At one time he kept an adventurous outlook on life, though somber over the death of his parents. Now however the war against Ragnarok has taken its toll, having come so far and so close twice before he has become a much more severe and cynical individual, perfectly willing to cut corners and blur the lines in order to get to his goal. In combat he becomes alive, often laughing or grinning like a madman as he brushes with death again and again. One could be forgiven for assuming that he's throwing himself at Ragnarok again and again in the hopes of being eventually killed.
Likes: Fighting, shooting, a tall flask of Whiskey, sleeping
Dislikes:Being injured, children, Ragnarok, waking up
Phobias:Failing, death, being helpless

Background
Biography: Marcus has not had the best of lives. Having witnessed the murder of his parents, he was taken in by a close friend of his father's, who fought with him in the later stages of the war. The man taught him the foundation for his fighting style, raised him to be cunning and sharp minded, and generally into the perfect soldier against Ragnarok. Unfortunately before Marcus turned 18 the man was found murdered in his own home. It didn't take him long to figure out who arranged the deed to be done. Marcus then began a long roaring rampage of revenge, culminating in the theft of his starship, and the gathering of the Archons. Unfortunately Ragnarok was prepared, and due to his brash arrogance mixed with furious rage the attempt was an utter disaster that nearly ended in his death. He was saved at the last minute by the spirit of the recently deceased Archon of Time and sent back to have another chance. Little did he expect a deranged clone of himself waiting for him, a sociopath that stalked his every move and set about to murdering those he cared about. The experience sobered him greatly, and he realized that cooperating with his fellow inheritors would be necessary for victory, not just throwing them towards the enemy and expecting them to come out stronger like he had. Unfortunately the realization came too late and before he knew it all but the Archon of Time and the Archon of Water were lost, faced with losing again he urged the Time Archon to send them back

Combat Information
Typical form of combat: Prefers to stay tactically flexible at all times, but more often then not will engage in melee in combat.
Preferred Team Role: Frontline Vanguard/Berserker
Weapon: After he picked up the weapon it changed in appearance to suit him, rather than his father before him.
Unique Equipment: The ship that he calls home, The Leviathan Additionally he carries with him a memento from an old mentor, A Mateba Unica 6 Autorevolver

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Enough chit chat, Maya thought to herself as she stood impatiently with arms akimbo. She drummed her fingers against her hips in rhythmic irritation. Perhaps she never learned the virtue of patience during her years as a royal official, or maybe Marcus's personality was rubbing off on her. Either way, she was growing increasingly weary of the shadow-cloaked planet and its eerie post-apocalyptic vibe. She wished to leave as soon as possible, and the masked tangerine was not going to get in her way. Bored and exasperated, her thoughts drifted away from the boy crowned with a mop of bright orange hair to those around them in the hangar. She reached out with her consciousness and rifled through the minds in the small crowd, hoping to pick up on deviations in cognitive function that alluded to the presence of a "higher being." Like shadows stretching across a room as the last hours of daylight filter through a window, her thoughts seeped across the nonphysical plane of reality. She could not read or infiltrate minds like more ominous fiends she had encountered in the past, but she was more or less able to sense general auras. The tendrils of her mind tingled with delight as they encountered an electrifying wealth of untapped mental power. Bingo.

 Sharply looking away from Fuma, her pupils, embedded within a shimmering pool of aquamarine, narrowed as they spotted a female standing behind the masked leader. Maya's full lips curved slightly in relieved satisfaction. That had to be the Archoness she was searching for; she could feel it in her gut. The female was strikingly alien in her appearance, but she was undeniably beautiful. Her smooth skin was akin to obsidian, and it was etched with delicate veins of lapis lazuli. While it was hard for Maya to see it under the harsh white lights of the hangar, the woman's markings softly glowed like a bioluminescent jellyfish in the pitch black waters of the deep.

As Fuma began to speak again, Maya shifted her attention back to the masked punk. She listened, but only half-heartedly.

 "Specifically vague? Sort of ironic considering you're the one wearing a mask. Transparency is overrated anyway; it leaves no room for the imagination. Furthermore, I never said I was alone, but you never explicitly asked. It would be foolish to embark on a mission unassisted, wouldn't you agree? Especially for a poor, defenseless girl like myself."

Snide remarks won't get you anywhere. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Andromeda advised.

What would I want with a bunch of nasty flies? Maya dryly thought.

Arching an eyebrow, Maya watched as the scouts that brought her to the hangar regrouped and exited into the night once again.

 "At any rate, I did bring you here, and I will cooperate with you. I only have one condition," Fuma remarked gravely, "If you harm any of my fighters, I will not hesitate to kill you before your little boyfriend has even a fighting chance."

 Maya struggled to compose herself as laughter threatened to bubble from within her chest. An amused snort was the only thing that managed to escape. She rolled her eyes so hard that she was surprised they didn't go spinning out of her skull onto the floor. The little orange troll's threats were cute. A part of her just wanted to pinch his cheeks and tousle his hair. She admired how much he cared for his men – a mark of good leader –but if she wanted them dead, they'd be drowning in their own juices already. It's kind of hard to shoot straight when your lungs are filled with water or when the intraocular fluid is ripped from your eyes. And Paul, well, he could pause time and slit everyone's throats.

 "Understood. I don't bite unless prodded," Maya quipped with a flirty wink, "And I too despise killing, so at least we have that in common. I'll pass on the clothes, but I would appreciate something warm to drink. Thank you for your hospitality. I won't be a nuisance for very long."

 The suspected Archoness with unnaturally dark skin stepped towards Maya, introducing herself as Rai. Maya smiled knowingly, eager to get to know the woman. If she truly was who Maya thought she was, Rai was destined to do great things –to save nations and vanquish evil. The charcoal goddess would acquire unfathomable powers and develop extraordinary skills. At the same time, sadness filled the pit of Maya's stomach. The perks of Archonhood were often outweighed by the inevitable pain, loss, and heartache. The Water Archon's soul mourned as flickering memories of dead loved ones stung like salt against a fresh oozing wound.

 Not wanting to get ahead of herself, Maya decided to observe Rai a little bit longer before popping the "Are your parents dead?" question. While she was almost 100% certain she had found the Archon, Maya didn't want to have to shove her foot in her mouth as she had done countless times before. Furthermore, Marcus would kill her if she jumped the gun and jeopardized the mission in any way.

"Thank you, Rai," Maya replied as she followed Rai, "Forgive my ignorance,but what exactly is this place? It looks like some sort of military outpost. Is there a war going on?"

[Assistant]
Rai walks with Maya through the steely halls, and toward a rather beat up looking kitchen. She observes the strange visitor with slightly widened eyes, and listens to her cool voice very closely.

 Her hair... it's white as ash... and her face is so angled. She looks strong and regal. Pure.

 Despite Maya's dark clothing, she stands out quite prominently compared to the dank and rather serious atmosphere of the base. Everything seemed to take on a blackened tint, like the perpetual film of soot often found in a smithy. Sometimes Rai feels as though she is becoming soot. A mere shadow of existence, let alone a beautiful girl like Maya.

 "No worries... There is indeed a war. It's a bit complicated, as most wars are. You see, we are a rebel faction. We are the children of shadows, those who died in the womb and were born between dimensions. Somehow we were taken advantage of, and forced to fight in a war as soldiers against our will. The reason for this is because we are beings who don't technically exist in the world of which we were forced to fight in, so letting us run suicide missions wasn't a problem. You can't lose assets you never had to begin with... Well, Fuma refused to let it continue. We rose up under his command, but not all of us. This base... it's the remains of his resistance against the forces that enslaved us. You could say there are two wars, in that respect. The one between the petty governments within the dimension, and the one between the culprit forces and Fuma."

 As Rai speaks she goes about making a smoky looking drink that smells like a camp fire. It steams like tea and warms Maya as soon as she picks up the mug.

 "Here you go. This is my personal favorite, calms the nerves and eases the mind."

 Despite the heavy topic and obviously hard memories, Rai flashes a bright smile at Maya.

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Probably not the best approach you could've taken...

Any ideas for plan B?

A few, for one, stop swinging that blade around, its needlessly hostile, two, try to unnerve them, delve into their thoughts and glean information.

Got it

Marcus twirled Raiden in his hand before sliding it back into the sheath on his back, then lashed out with his mind, attempting to gleam details from the surrounding people. He couldn't quite understand the words of their thoughts, as his grasp on their language was minimal, so he plunged deeper, expecting to be able to understand their impressions and emotions. The cascading, chaotic flood of unintelligible feeling suggested otherwise.

He returned to reality, his mind's spectre battered senseless from the raw torrent, utterly baffled.

What's the hold up? Finding details should be easy

I.... don't understand

That's a first, coming from you,

I took the plunge, and couldn't make sense any of it, what's going on?

What could be interpreted as a heavy sigh erupted from Arcturus.

That's a topic for another time, when we're not pressed. I discovered their names while you were lost, the female we need is Enoch, the boy is Aarav, and the elder is Pandu.

Thanks

As much as he hated to admit it, Arcturus was right. He had been able to glean earlier details through just scraping the surface, figuring out why he wasn't able to understand the emotions of a human being was a matter for pondering over later.

Now came the trouble of articulating recently learned words into a cohesive statement.

"Stay your hand Pandu, I bore my blade not in hostility, but in acknowledging one's kin, the blood of a god flows through Enoch's veins, and it has been calling for her ever since she walked this earth, the time has come for her to answer."

He wanted to collapse right there, it was mentally exhausting having to delve in and translate every word you make, while attempting to avoid the hurricane of feeling

The boy, Aarav, looked like he might be a problem, while Marcus technically didn't lie with his statement, it went against what he had said earlier, and he was sure that the guy would try to jump on that fact.

You were like him once

Irrelevant, that was nearly a thousand years ago

So you say


[System]
Appearance: Clicky! Cute. Fuzzy. Small. Contains a surprisingly large amount of teeth. An orange tag in his ear has been half chewed off.

Interesting Physical Traits: Remarkably difficult to break. Hypoallergenic.

Personality: Alarmingly curious. If it is closed, it must be opened. If looks like food, it should be tasted. If it can be poked, prodded, nibbled, so it must be. Has a very loose and flexible understanding of what constitutes "personal space". Collects things that are interesting, although the criteria that defines whether or not something is "interesting" changes fairly often. Goes from fast asleep to frenzied and back again very quickly.

History:
"Thanks for turning up to my presentation, folks. Really appreciate it. Anyway, me and Bannon, we've been cooking up something special these past few months. Now, I know there's been set-backs, and costs too, but once you see what we've produced, you'll know it's worth the effort. The perfect pet for the coming winter holiday season! No allergic reactions, so little Timmy doesn't have to spend his Christmas morning sneezing and snuffling. Can survive a fall of seventy five yards, so Mom won't have to drive out to the store and buy a new one. Spliced some homing pigeon in there, so if little Timmy gets kidnapped while walking it, it'll come right back home. It's got rudimentary language skills, it can eat just about anything and the focus group we kidnapped responded well to the colour choice and the promise of a phone-call to their loved ones. Ladies, gentlemen, fellow colleagues and what appear to be members of an armed gang associated with a local animal rights organisation that are presently trying to kick down the door, I give you... the future of pets!"
- The final words of "Doctor" Higgins.

The product of an ill-conceived attempt to break into both the biological weapons and toy market a few years back, Rex is now all that remains of the project. Having survived the rigorous processes set out in the first edition of the Hazardous Materials Dispoal Manual ("Have you tried flushing it down the toilet? What about feeding it to the garbage disposal? Okay, um, just... leave it on the side of the road?"), courtesy of the resilience that would have surely made the project popular with distracted parents and dictators looking for super-soldiers alike, Rex was granted "Honorary Employee Status" as a test subject. Plus, somebody made him a little lab coat, and that's bloody adorable.

Items: A litte lab coat, with "Rex" stitched on to the pocket. A half chewed tag in his ear.

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Argent McAllister

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There he stood in his personal study, a room that had formerly been a community space, which he had taken over not by asking people to get out, or to allow it to him, but by adorning it with the most advanced security measures their world had to offer including, but not limited to a fingerprint pad, an eye scanner, a measuring scale, a DNA test, passcode, numeric lock, several advanced padlocks, a dial mechanism or five, voice verification, a bioengineered 'guard beast,' a specialized, adaptive personality and background test, a highly advanced virtual intelligence, and a quantum recognition system.

The only downside to the security measures was that it took him about 5-10 minutes to enter his study every single time, which while vexing, was worth the personal space, security, and isolation from the insular minds of his...decidedly less science-minded compatriots. He shuddered and then spat upon the ground, one of his drones cleaning up the mess .003 seconds after it had been made. Turning his attention away from his terrible employer and "fellow." employees, Argent McAllister walked across the room and then began interacting with a holographic keyboard, his fingers zooming over it with inhuman efficiency. Two seconds passed and there were eight paragraphs written on the display, which upon the finishing of the final sentence opened several windows. McAllister swapped between them, checking the status of various projects of his, some of them outsourced at other labs where he operated them remotely with a variety of highly advanced robots.

Pulling away he looked out the window and, judging by the angle of light entering the window, he could tell it was about time for him to--UGHHH--associate with the rest of the staff. Though, more importantly, for him to check up on the three ongoing experiments of his that he hadn't outsourced.

Walking to the door he punched a series of codes, setting the system up to monitor his location and status, as well as to notify him of any impending threats of possible breaches in security, not to mention status reports on his various projects. As he exited the room, he stopped for a moment to take stock of his belongings before glancing almost longingly back at his study before the door was closed.

Once he'd gotten a good look of its comforting aesthetic he turned his eyes away and snapped his fingers. In response, all of his security measures slipped into place, the guard beast rising out from the floor, where it was held in place by several stasis beams a cage, and a series of chains.

Moving on Argent went downstairs to the first floor, the sound of the disgusting ork's roar reaching him easily. Seconds before it occured his ears were covered by what looked like headphones while he braced himself on the stairs. When the tremors had passed he continued down and then through the hall, seeking out their joke of a boss 'Adam Philip'. Finding him reading a fucking doctor seuss book, at which Argent scoffed with great derision, the scientist cleared his throat loudly to get the man's attention, before he spoke.

Once he had the man's attention he began, "Why aren't you in the lab working on the experiments or looking over data here?" While it was a question, it almost sounded like the arrogant Argent was trying to order Philip to do those very things. He glanced around the room, his normal--almost permanently--scowl forming on his features as he did. He snapped his fingers twice, then tapped his wristband. In response several hundred minuscule nanobots erupted from the cracks in the walls and floors and got started with cleaning the place up and organizing things properly.

He did this...EVERY FUCKING DAY when Philip arrived. It was ludicrous, he was NOT a janitor, but nonetheless he could not STAND how the place looked...let alone smelled after a day's work. "Furthermore, why are you reading Dr. Seuss of all things?! It is a child's book and you are certainly NOT a child, Mr. Philip," as he said the man's name, he glared at him, clearly perturbed to find his "boss" slacking off yet-a-fucking-gain. He was at the end of his rope with the man, and it showed.

It was particularly apparent when he accidentally--and subconsciously--commanded some of the nanobots to deconstruct one of the legs of Adam's chair. AFter all, the nanobots were, first and foremost, linked to Argent's consciousness.

[Assistant]
The robot "woke up" so-to-speak. In the corner of the room, his blue "eye" lit up and he slowly walked towards Adam. Fuck. They forgot to wake him up again. "I'll be off to do some experiments." the robot said. His joints began to lube up and he walked quicker until he started running into the biogenetics lab.
There, he took a microscope and began watching microbes do things. He looked at his chart and let out a robotic sigh. Simple experiments. The genius intellect of the the world's greatest mathematicians combines and he was forced to slave away like.. some.. sort.. of.. robot..? Well, he was a robot after all. His main experiment involved transferring the Cyclodomes to the Sientswords' petri dish. He lifted one up and brought it over to the other dish before dropping it. He then repeated that before dropping it again.

And again.

He promptly looked on the desk in the lab before grabbing a laser pistol and shooting the petri dishes, microscopes, and everything else in the room.
The ork's roar didn't bother him as he wandered out of the bio laboratory section. Another boring day.

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Amadeus Worthington!

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Amadeus' day began like any other average joe scientist's would. At around 5:00AM, his alarm clock went up to tell him that it was time to stop whimpering and aiming his multi-tool at the vent next to his bed, and get to his morning routine. He swung his legs out of bed, and plodded about his salvaged USG lifeboat evacuation pod wearing only his USG Crew Member sweater and his favorite (read: only) pair of clean briefs.

He approached the makeshift mirror he constructed from a medical drone and stolen rear view mirrors. The thing held the various pieces of reflective glass up with multiple extendible arms, some that creaked and retracted, others that fizzled and fell off. He checked his mask-adorned face and tousled his hair before giving out a vocoded sigh.

Then he pressed his CommLink's receiver button and 'Sweet Home Alabama' by Lynyrd Skynyrd started blasting through his helmet.

He jigged and jived as he brushed the front of his mask with a toothbrush, before proceeding to take out a disposable razor to try and get at that pesky 5 o'clock shadow on his breathing apparatus. In the shower, he howled out of tune to the song like a baboon in distress, taking care to get at all those creases and crannies on his mask with the loofah. Breakfast was easy, he thought as he uncapped a tube marked "Gud Gunk" and squeezed its entirety into the input port on his mask. The greenish brown gunk dribbled out from beneath and down onto his neck.

"Awwh cripes." He said as he moved back into his bathroom and gave his mouth a proper wash. Difficult but at least his breath, and mask, would smell minty fresh.

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With that done and dusted, he stepped into the suit storage unit and let it dress him in his usual attire, EVA auxiliaries and all with a clean sweater and clean pants to match. He promptly exited his evacuation pod to the alley it had crashed in, just a few minutes walk from Mr. Phillips' (or as he liked to call him, Dr. Phil's) swanky laboratory. Amadeus entered and commenced his daily morning routine of checking on everyone in the building.

"Mornin', Dr. Phil!" Engrossed in his readings as always, such an inspiration. And one of Amadeus favorite scientific journals too. What a swell boss to work under.

"Mornin', Ms. Suya!" The roll of her eyes means that she's having a good morning. The distant look of longing and the sparkling flick of her rainbow hair meant that she was hungry or something. Amadeus would get her a bearclaw later.

"Mornin', Mr. McAllister!" He was always so chipper in the morning. Amadeus knew they shared a special bond. Especially with the all the nicknames they had for each other. Like how Amadeus would call him 'Mr. Mac' and he would call Amadeus 'bloody nuisance' and 'useless slime'.

Such a special bond.

"Mornin', Ms. O'Beirne!" He didn't have any scrap for her to chew on, but he'd find some soon enough. For now he could only offer some Jolly Ranchers. They were a pretty good substitute in his opinion.

"Mornin', HAT!" The triggerhappy bot put him on edge with that laser pistol, but it was great to see him all the same. He couldn't offer HAT a Jolly Rancher to he resolved to just saluting at him.

He finished the greetings by heading straight to the coffee machine and starting up a brew.

It was there that he was confronted with the massive form of his good buddy Worogoro, killing a whole pot of joe in one go. He was impressed, as always. His blaring rock music ensured he couldn't hear the terrifying roar that he made before, so his nerves were fine. He popped a pill and squeezed it beneath hs mask to be sure. Now was the time to socialise, his favorite part of his job.

"Well hey there, Mean and Green! I see your enjoying the brew to start the day! Y'know I really do favor that there double shot espresso, but I see you take yours black! I never could do that myself, far too bitter for too long. Quick and painless is how I work."

He tried his best to shuffle around the massive bulk of the Ork to get to the coffee machine, voice practically smiling for him in place of a face.

[Assistant]
Rex had a system for surviving the morning rush, and the accquistion of something approximating a healthy breakfast for whatever he was, and this morning was much like any other. It began with carefully perching upon a coat stand that had long since given up it's career as a place for coats and hats to pursue it's lifelong dream of gathering dust. It remained near enough to the entrance to suit Rex's purposes, a perch from which he could wait for Amadeus to make his entrance. More or less right on time, Amadeus passed by, and Rex leapt to the ground, following along in his footsteps on all fours. With his ears perked up, his nose to the ground, and his eyes focused on his feet, Rex wove a meandering path behind Amadeus.

Then, on the final approach to the coffee machine, he made his move. Scrambling rather ungracefully out from behind Amadeus, he made his way up onto the table that held the miraculous machine that provided the bitter brown stuff that he had developed something of a craving for. After only one failed attempt to clamber up the table leg and on to the tabletop proper, he sat and stared at where the pot would be - should be! - were it not for the big, green coffee stealing machne that was Worogoro.

Rex stared despondently at the coffee machine, sans pot.

"Why? Coffee?"

The coffee machine, unsurprisingly, did not answer back.