[System]
* Age: 18
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Class: Paladin(in terms of being a holy knight)
* Appearance: Armor!(Tanya is 4'9), Casual Clothes!, Colors!
* Personality: Tanya is a sarcastic and short-tempered individual. She has nothing but scathing comments for people she dislikes, or people she sees as stupid. Tanya is quick to be irritated and quick to respond to her irritation, sometimes violently. At least when it's violently it's not bad enough to result in any serious injury. She has a sarcastic response to many, many things. Tanya also dislikes that she is rather small, at least to some extent, and has feelings of jealousy towards those who are not so small. In spite of her temper and sarcastic attitude, Tanya firmly believes in protecting those who need it and upholding the law. She seeks to punish all those who do evil to the fullest extent(at least if they are deserving of such treatment). She also has a deep dislike for undead, given that much of her duty is to eliminate dangerous undead. However, she will not harm them unless they give her reason to(or if they're mindless monsters). As a Reonite Paladin, she is deeply devoted to her chosen goddess and, and is also deeply anti-slavery.
* Brief Backstory: Born to the Palayen family, nobility living in the richest quarter of Meridan, Tanya was encouraged from a very young age to become part of the Church of Reon's more active service. The idea of serving their Goddess enticed her to no end. As such, Tanya Tanya became a Paladin of the sun goddess, sworn to combat evil in her name. Aside from that, she was educated at the "St. Lilianna's Reonite School for Girls", a religious school for girls created by the Church of Reon. She also underwent combat training under other paladins serving Reon.
* Equipment: Tanya wears a suit of heavy armor to protect herself. However, the armor is enchanted to feel exceptionally light, allowing her to move quite quickly. Similarly, her bastard sword, Repharion, is also subjected to enchantments that enhance her strength enough to wield it while holding the sword. Repharion is kept very sharp, and ignites with the Divine Solar Flame of Reon in response to the righteous fury of its wielder. This is chiefly intended for use against undead, but it's hard to deny the effectiveness against just about anything.
* Abilities: Tanya is a skilled combatant, excelling in both two-handed and one-handed swordplay, though her favored style is two-handed. However, due to the enchantments on her armor and weapons which renders them far lighter than they should be, her physical strength is actually rather lacking, and instead she is more of a speedy fighter who nevertheless hits hard due to her training and choice of weaponry.

[User]
Olivie was standing by the hole when other group members started to coalesce around them. One had a good idea--testing the depth of the entrance--but the bearded man seemed to think that they were better off digging a new hole in the wall rather than fighting any possible undead. Given that they were a group largely composed of warriors with a few spellcasters, the chance anyone would know enough architecture to not bring the tower down on their heads was minimal.

"With all respect, sir, I believe that another entrance would merely delay contact with our foes, as we have no map with which to navigate," the half-giant stated, watching the torch's fall--then dropping down if the fall was harmless to her. In the event the drop was rather too large for anyone else, she could help bridge the gap.

[Assistant]
A small smile crept up Vendrael's face as he found the hole. His intuition had been right, it seemed; no way any structure could last so long without wear. On the other hand, the smell of decay and death wasn't exactly pleasant; no, rather, it was abhorrent and something he'd rather not have to smell again in his life after they concluded their mission here.

The rest of the party soon began to congregate around the hole he and the other person (a half-giant, if he had heard correctly) had found, beginning almost immediately in evaluating their possible options. As the the group began to start discussion, however, he saw the swordsman from earlier come by. It'd have been a lie to say that he didn't have a few sweatdrops forming at that moment.

Imagine his surprise, then, when his compatriot did something incredibly smart: to drop a lit torch down the well to check both the distance and to catch a glimpse of anything lying in wait. The thought had never crossed his mind, so the high elf decided to give some mental praise to the man; he wasn't as brutish as his appearance seemed to suggest.

"I'll follow whichever route is deemed safest; be it a new hole or this one," he stated. There was no obligation for him to rush or anything of the sort; the tower stood here long before they came, and it wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon.

[User]
Peri yelped a bit as she was grabbed, sending her fireball spiralling off into the sky where it detonated relatively harmlessly. Maybe people's ears'd be ringing for a bit, but it wasn't going to bring the house down on them.

"All right, all right, I get it. We're takin' the slow path." She grumbled, before muttering something about how it looked stable enough to her under her breath.

"And besides, if there's already a hole then I say we use that rather than waiting for someone to tear down this wall."

[Assistant]
Haruka followed after the part of the group that seemed to have discovered something around the back of the tower, and watched with curiosity as the big guy lit his lantern and then dropped a torch into the hole that they had found. She kind of wanted to break something, but judging by the group's general demeanor, they were probably going to go down the hole that already existed.

Haruka resolved to break something later.

"It is very good idea, big guy," Haruka said, smiling up at Al, "with fire we can be seeing into the smelly hole before falling."

Her tail wagged eagerly as she looked down into the hole to see what awaited the group at the bottom, if anything, and to gauge the distance of the drop. Not that a long fall was particularly frightening to Haruka. In fact, even if it was, she would probably be able to handle it quite well.

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White Mage Benita Bernarda
For a moment, Benita stayed at the back of the group, her nose wrinkling in disgust. To a human, the stench of undead was rather unpleasant, but to a Hundi? Her sense of smell was far more powerful, but at least it wasn't too overpowering whilst she stood outside... Unfortunately, the other Hundi of the group didn't seem to be showing much aversion to it, so claiming she didn't want to go in because of the smell wouldn't look too good on her.

"...Ugh, it smells like an orc latrine..." she complained as she headed closer, sticking towards the back of the group as she firmly pinched her nose. "But if you're all sure we should go down there... Well, no helping it! I guess I'll have to go too, in case you all get eaten by zombies or something!"

[Assistant]
Tanya winced when the fireball burst in the air, her ears ringing. But at least it hadn't hit the tower, which could have easily brought the entire structure down and made making an entrance quite a bit more difficult. She released the pyromaniacal mage girl and gave her a rather stern glare, arms folded.

"If you do anything like that again, I'm taking your cut of whatever's down there for the church," she said. Technically speaking, the agreement they had made prevented her from doing that(and in fact, she was hardly a leader of the party at all, beyond knowing where they were meant to be going). Still, the small girl was angry and wasn't exactly thinking about her threats, beyond making them sound threatening at least. Swiftly, she turned her attention to the route that had been discovered at the back of the tower. Instantly she was able to discern one important facet. Well, it wasn't as if Tanya hadn't known already, but even if she had not, what she smelled would immediately have told her everything she needed to know.

There were undead down there. Where, exactly, was difficult to discern, since the foul scent of mindless undead tended to get into everything. But there was no mistaking that distinctive odor, of rot prolonged, of musty decay. It wasn't simply the smell of rotting flesh, it held another quality to it that resulted in a distillation, in scent form, of what made mindless undead so unpleasant. Well, aside from the fact that they usually attempted to eat you.

However, Al's wise decision to deposit a torch into the hole revealed that there were indeed no undead. There were, however, worn stairs, with crags and holes in various locations. It was far enough down that some sort of assistance would be required in reaching the floor, but with care it appeared safe.

Tanya peered into the hole, then folded her arms.

"I'm certain someone brought rope or something, so what are we waiting for?"

After finding a method of entering the hole safely, investigation would reveal a few different things. One portion of the steps a few meters down had been removed, revealing an old pressure-sensitive plate that had been partially dismantled. Only a few paces on was a skeleton in leather armor, notably missing a skull, a bag of various tools lying beside it. On the ground nearby was the missing portion of the pressure plate, making it rather clear both who had disabled the trap and what fate had befallen them. There was no clear way to discern what had killed him, aside from the missing skull.

Beyond was the bottom of the stairs, which widened into a hall with scattered, rusted sconces tipped over, and a rotten wooden table.

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"Nice~" Al said, squatting over the edge. The pit smelled weird, but it was basically safe.
The paladin called for rope, but that was silly. Al had no patience for rappelling. Also he didn't have a grappling hook. The warrior elected to hop down the hole, digging his bare fingers into the rock and soil forming the wall. This alone slowed his descent, until he hit the ground with a loud, echoing thud. The lantern tied to his belt now provided a second point of illumination, alongside the torch burning on the ground next to him.

"Alright, the rest of you guys hop down and I'll catch you! It's the express route!" he called up, holding out his arms.

[Assistant]
"Do not be worry so much," said Haruka, giving Benita a reassuring smile, "when you do more adventure, smell of death will not seem so bad! Anyways, I will protecting you, so please do your best."

With that, Haruka looked down and saw two of their companions already at the bottom. She didn't personally need help getting down, because her body was trained beyond any normal person's by harsh, secret Eastern methods unknown to all but very few reclusive monks at a temple at the top of a high mountain, but help was appreciated all the same. It was very kind and thoughtful.

Haruka dropped down, fearless, and awaited the inevitable catch.

[User] True to his word, Al caught the Hundi monk in his arms, a neat bridal carry. The girl's light weight didn't even phase him or cause his legs to buck. He gave a brief smile, then set her on the floor, preparing for the next member to drop down.

[Assistant]
Seeing that the man with far too many swords was catching people, Olivie turned around and focused on the rest of the stairs. The headless skeleton was concerning; without seeing the head it was hard to tell what to actually expect. Whilst some sort of head-targeted spike would probably hit her hand instead, doing less serious damage, if it was a decapitating axe then she'd get a far more serious injury.

Whilst being so large obviously had its downsides--her lack of armour attested to that, and she was a major target when a fight broke out--it meant that if they needed someone to test a trap, she was probably the best choice due to the sheer unlikelihood that any immediately fatal blows would get her.

Plus her sword was big enough to function as the other adventuring staple: a ten foot pole, which she carefully used to test the nearby stairs for any moving parts... and hopefully gently enough to not set things off.

[User]
Tanya hesitated a great deal above the hole. Seriously? Someone catching her? That was just... just embarrassing. And stupid. But... unfortunately, it seemed to be her only option. Making sure to position herself appropriately, and averting her eyes, Tanya hopped into the hole.

When she was caught, it would be easy to tell the only weight was a small girl and the bastard sword. None of her armor appeared to weigh, well, anything. In any case, once she was put down, the short girl absolutely refused to even look at the man who had assisted her landing and instead determinedly headed down the stairs, towards the half-giant who was inspecting the lower stairs by prodding at them with her sword. None of them seemed to do, well, anything. Some were loose, but that was because of age rather then any hidden trap. It seemed that, in order for the mechanism further up to function, the rest of the stairs lacked any sort of function. The walls, however...

It could be an avenue of investigation, at least. If they could not trap the stairs more, was there perhaps something placed to kill anyone who idly placed a hand on the wall for balance while moving down the steps?

"... Judging by how you haven't disturbed anything, I would guess the rest of the stairs aren't trapped," Tanya commented, looking down to the hall below. What had killed the now-skeletal figure lying on the stairs? The skull wasn't even in visual range, as far as she could tell... the purple-haired paladin headed down the stairs, carefully, avoiding any crags.

As she stepped down onto the floor below, she heard an echoing clunk. For a moment, Tanya was worried she had set off a trap(wouldn't that look stupid?) but then she realized it was the floor beneath her. There was a hollowed space?

It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. The trap on the stairs must have made them smooth out, and slid the victims into a pit below.

Of course, her attention was swiftly claimed by a chattering from the darkness. Sighing, she placed one hand on Repharion's hilt and pulled out the blade with the sound of metal on leather.

From the darkness, she could see the faintly glowing eyes of several sets of what were, presumably, Great Rats. Currently they weren't attacking... currently.


[System]
Talent:
SHSL Conquest
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Davis's ability to grow facial hair makes him look older than he actually is. Davis also typically wears his shirt open, tie parted, so that the world can see his chest hair, which looks like a wilderness.
Backstory:
Davis's father and mother were successful people. The mother made it as a supermodel with her great looks, and his father was a very talented businessman. They gave the best to their only son, but expected the best in return. Remember, A is for average, B is for bad, C is for...

But Davis grew into a proud boy, smug and a braggart. He does not like to be challenged, and tends to explode with anger when his claims are brought into question, or any time he is displeased really. He never gets physical however, and his temper fizzles out rather quickly.

the Steering Committee at Hope's Peak soon discovered "Conquest" in a corrupt cassino. Somehow an underage boy, white no less, managed to gain entry and was cleaning out every table he stood in front of. Regardless of how rigged the game was, he beat it with ease.

Hope's peak decided to add Davis's ability to snatch victory in any situation to their roster.

Other information:
-While Davis claims he can win anything he wants, there are times he declines a challenge because it's "too far beneath him."

-While Davis is best known for beating casinos, he's also beaten black belt martial artists at tournaments and chiefs on their own cooking shows.

-Davis is not shy when it comes to talking about woman.

Name:
Neola "Neo" Akiyama
Talent:
SHSL Celebrity Impersonator
Gender:
Female...probably
Appearance:

Neola is able to capture the tone of anyone she chooses to become. The high energy of pop sensation Sayaka Maizono, The sexy allure of Junko Enoshima, and even the menacing aura of Togami Byakuya. She can replicate most people she sees near perfectly. However, Neola needs sufficient time to observe anyone she plans on impersonating, and it can take her weeks and months to get all the details just right.
Backstory:
They say watching TV builds character, but for Neola, watching TV made many characters.

In her youth, Neola preferred to watch things like the news instead of whatever sort of crap the normal kids liked to watch. While other kids were watching Saturday morning cartoons, Neola was studying the blade watching interviews, news stories, and things of a more informative nature. She got to know the celebrities she saw on TV, and fell in love with them. They all had such interesting stories, and she wanted to be like all of them.

Going into her teenage years, a lot of her friends wanted her to take up cosplaying. You know, so that she could stop being a celeb gossip queen and be more like an Otaku. And she really enjoyed it. Unfortunately for her friends, she came dressed up as Junko Enoshima. This was embarasing for everyone involved, as Neola hadn't fully grasped her talent yet. But she enjoyed it, she like the idea of actually becoming the celebrities she watched on TV. And so she honed her craft, eventually becoming good enough to make money while doing it.

It did not take the steering committee long to find her.

Other information:
-Neola can mimic any celebrity's voice and appearance, provided she's had the time to examine them. While she claims she can do male celebrities, but only likes to do the "cute" ones.

-It can be hard to tell when Neola is in and out of character, because she tends to speak like whoever she's impersonating. But Neola will never respond to her real name if she's truly in character.

-No one really knows what Neola really looks like. Even in her old yearbook photos, she looks like a celebrity.

-When asked how she is able to impersonate celebrities so well, Neola claims that it's because she can mimic them down to their thoughts.

-Neola likes being called by her nickname, "Neo." She thinks that small things are cute, and that goes with names too.

[User]
Alex Cardona
As you're snapping your fingers to wake up the unconscious girl with pink hair, the small girl asks if you're all in the same boat. As you're about to reply, the girl with pink hair gets up and quickly produces a mechanical proxy to ask you where you all are. That strikes you as odd, but you can imagine why she's using one. For a second time, you address two people at once. "We've all just woken up, and I'm not sure where we are." As you stand up, you notice a particularly hairy man appear, who starts a back and forth with the prickly girl, revealing her as Neola Akiyama, celebrity impersonator. He continues, giving you an introduction of... everyone else. He even swoops awkwardly, offering to help Lilly up. He then demands to know who you are.

You're immediately suspicious, but your suspicion lessens when you realize that everyone here is from Hope's Peak Academy, and that the identity of most of its students are publicly available. You suppose it makes sense that you're the only one who isn't recognized. You're a foreigner, after all. Even still, as the Ultimate Swagger, you can't let that fly.

For a brief moment, the sun stops being a star. Instead, it shape-shifts into a laser pointer, blasting a blindingly powerful beam on your exact location, spotlighting you and only you, leaving the rest of the planet in a woefully dark ice age. Lesser men would spontaneously burst into flames, but you stand with a stalwart grace. With the light focused on you so heavily, you shine with the force of ten thousand suns. When you smile, the whiteness of your teeth ignites the surrounding trees which burn so intensely that they are made into charcoal. "Most people know me as Seth Ryder," you say, your voice flowing into every nearby orifice like a sweet ambrosia, enveloping your surroundings and causing the entire field to bloom with an array of colorful flowers. "but you can call me Alex."

With your introduction done, the sun reverts into a star, the world is illuminated once more, and everything goes back to normal.

"So who are you? You've introduced me to everyone but yourself."

[Assistant]
Kara stared at the girl who seemed to grab for quite the cute bunny rabbit. What were bunnies called in japanese...? Usageee? Well, enough put, the girl was using some kind of device to speak so the small girl could only assume she had problems talking. The girl seemed to get straight to the point of where they were, but Kara didn't have a clue. This didn't look like a place you would normally find in Japan, more like a summer camp from USA.

The man that Kara had found so scary before let her know what Kara had been thinking. Now that the young girl got an even better look, she realized he was probably around her age, even with his large size. So they were all the same age... And starting out highschool? Could they also be going to Hope's Peak?

The sound of another man's voice made her head swivel around quickly, using her hands to stand up properly and wipe off the front of her dress. Kara really hoped the dress hadn't been stained as it had been an amazing birthday present from her grandmother. Just when she started thinking that the new person seemed weirdly confident, the girl that had insulted both her and the big man suddenly changed completely!

Kara couldn't help but gawk at her as her demeanor and appearance completely changed. All this emotion was going to make her start feeling bad if she didn't keep it in check. She stared with reckless abandon and hopefully didn't have her jaw too low. The new hairy looking guy suddenly was upon the small girl. He knew her name, but there was no way she could no his. But his confidence certainly helped his charm and Kara didn't stop him from patting her head. It actually made her much more homesick then when she had originally gotten her barings.

But maybe someone who didn't like souffles couldn't be trusted.

He seemed to be very hostile to the man from earlier. Now that Kara knew he had just been trying to wake them up, she felt a little sorry for him. She looked back over at the man, hoping a fight wouldn't insue. Was it just her, or was his smile dazzling?

Remembering the manners her parents had taught her, Kara made a deep bow to the giant man, "Hello Mr. Alex! Thank you for helping me earlier, sorry about my, um, accusation..."

After her introduction, she moved over to where Lilly was, wanting to get out of the two men's ways. She always wanted to sneak a few peeks at the cute rabbit. She then looked over at the scruffy man, who was he to know everyone's names?

@BrokenPromise@Vocab

[User]
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Location : Outside Pathway
Interacting With : Hisakawa@TheSeriousJoke and Suzuki@Grnmachine

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 Despite the semi-argument between the three, Ando quickly tried to shrug off the irritation. He had always been used to crazy fans, idiotic friends, and fights. All things that frequently got under his skin. Usually, he could brush it off and move on with his day. Or most of the time night. This time, however, he just couldn't seem to shrug it off. Maybe it was because of the dangerous situation he was in or the fact that he had no idea where he was or who either of those two people was. Either way, he could see two people exiting the building that he was heading for.

 One was a pale kid not much shorter than he was. Maybe 3-4 inches? This guy also had a ponytail which made Ando think of Ponytail except that this guy was a little taller. The other guy looked very calm. Almost to calm. Maybe he was coming off of something. Either way just about the same time Ando noticed the pair they noticed him. Ponytail 2.0 waved to Ando like the situation they were in was just a casual meet up. Ando waltzed up to the pair putting on a fake smile and greeted the two, "Hello. It appears that those two and I weren't the only ones in this situation. Either of you wouldn't happen to know what is going on here?"

[Assistant]
Taka Tsuin

Taka cursed under his breath as he trudged through the dry grass, the muttering drowning out the crunching beneath his feet. The encounter with the weird girl and purple-haired punk had left him with a fouler mood than usual. Him also having taken possibly the most inconvenient, backwards way to get anywhere on these campgrounds also didn't help matters. As the boy closed in on the theater, the destination Taka had been fixed on from the start, he could see a girl jumping off the stage. She looked to completely ignore another boy on the stage who was crouched down next to her a few moments prior, making her way off in the direction of Taka's right.

"...! Oi, hang on a sec!"

Taka jogged over to the black-haired girl, seeing as she was making her escape before he even had a chance to ask her anything. It didn't take too long to catch up to this person, as she hadn't gone very far from the stage yet. Once he was only a few steps away, Taka felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at the girl.

(Damnit! She looks like she's just as bad as that other girl!)

Taka shook his head, trying to get those things off his mind as he addressed the person in front of him.

"Hoy, can I ask a question? Did wake up here just now like everyone else and, uh, do you also have a Super High-School Level talent?"

(...! Fucking hell Taka, couldn't you be a bit subtler?!)

Taka kicked himself mentally, his brow furrowing in response. Combined with the leftover feelings from earlier this made his face contort into a rather unpleasant scowl, unbeknownst to Taka, aimed squarely at the girl he was addressing.

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"Riiiiiiiiiiiiight." Davis said, clearly unamused with Alex's introduction. "Seth Ryder though, that name sounds familiar." He placed a hand on his chin. "I know most of the ultimates, I commit them to memory. There's no doubt about it, you're one of them..." He sighed. "Unless your talent is just not that interesting?" After staring at Alex for a bit, Davis folded his arms and smiled. He had given up on Lilly taking his hand. "Anyway, my name is definitely one you'll want to tattoo to your memory, if you haven't already. I mean, I'm a little embarrassed I have to introduce myself." He pointed at himself with his thumb. "Davis Gallo, ultimate conquest. That's right! My talent is winning. The most important talent one could possess." he sneered.

 Kara, the cute girl, was looking at Neola in a most curious way. That wide eyed, open mouth look was often used to display shock. But people experience shock like that for many different reasons. Men look at both ugly and pretty woman in shock. People can be shocked by a gentle kiss, or a painful punch. Something can be shockingly bad, or shockingly good. Without knowing Kara's character better, it was impossible for Neola to really understand why she was making that face. Maybe she... oh, she's looked away. Well, this wasn't the time to get discouraged though. If Davis got away with patting Kara's head, maybe she could do it too. No, maybe if she played her cards right, it would be Kara patting Neola's head! Wouldn't that be special? That seemed more realistic anyway. She couldn't see Sayaka flat out patting Kara's head just because she wanted to. The dynamics for head pats were actually quite complex, but Neola felt it would be best to not spend too much time going over them in her head.

 And there it was! A moment! Kara just apologized to Alex. And she even mentioned the accusation. This was Neola's chance to join the conversation. "Yea!" Neola walked up beside Kara, but kept her eyes on Alex. Well, she tried anyway. Kara was too cute to not occasionally glance at. "I should apologize as well. I hope you won't hold anything against us." she giggled.


[System]
Race: Water Snake
Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered.
Gender: Male
Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability?
History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one...
Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason.
Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long.
Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes.

[User]
Ariana wasn't really paying much attention to what was going on around her, at the moment. Not at all, in fact. Rather, she was still staring down in shock at the fact that her legs were now a spider. She was breathing rather rapidly, 'main' set of eyes wide. How? Why? Why would she be a spider person? How could she be a spider person? What would remotely explain how something this ridiculous had occurred? The tiny girl's human portion shuddered as she stared downwards. There were voices around her. The other things could talk? But she wasn't really listening to what they were saying. She was pretty completely distracted by the fact that, you know, her legs were a spider now.

She didn't know legs becoming a spider could happen. It didn't seem like something that should happen in any rational world. And yet, here she was. Her legs were now very much a spider. The complete panic she felt at this fact was combined with absolute confusion over her current situation. It wasn't a pleasant mix.

"WH-WH-WHY?!"

[Assistant]
@Lugia

The goblin stared at the first Kobold. "Big-nosed!? Tiny brain!? I went for months outsmarting idiots, Lizard Breath!" He argued back. How the hell was the thing so calm about it all! He's fucking green for Christ sake and she's got frickin' scales! It was then that another creature who looked fairly similar to the other one came to introduce himself. What the heck was a Kobold?

It seemed the first one went for some weird name and the other had used his real name. His human name. Adam decided to go with the first option of naming himself. No telling what could go on around here. "Neix and Jeff, eh?" He said, rather amused. "Alright, I'm Mox." He really couldn't think of anything better. Mox was a cool name? Right? Still adjusting to his new body and crass voice, he walked over to the two other creatures. "You'll have to forgive my outburst, I'm just as confused as the others around here." He said. Although, maybe the girl and spider person would need more calming down. Well, no reason to leave these people behind yet, might as well help out. "Well, if we're gonna get outta here, might as well round up a few others, there's strength in numbers y'know?" Mox advised. "I'll go talk to the Amazing Spider-Girl over there." With that, the goblin walked away from the Kobolds and attempted to approach the Drider.

"Hey, hey, hey. We all need to calm down around here, okay? Name's Mox. We're gonna get outta here, but I need you to take a deep breath and tell me your name." He greeted, holding out his four fingered hands out flat.

[User]
Hyng stared on as the mob of monsters around him started to wake up on their own. A few didn't even bother freaking out about the water, but those that reacted...

Well, they were probably notable. In truth, it probably wouldn't be a far cry to day they might be in the same situation as he was in now--a soul transposed into the body of an animal... Or, well, humanoid monster thing, in the case of the kobolds and the goblin.

A glance over at the half-spider half-human girl proved as much; the instinct of most of them in the wild, Hyng assumed, would probably prioritize something like food over appearance. Or, y'know, water.

The goblin, at the very least, seemed to have the right idea; calming the one who was the least stable was reducing the risk of further breakdown.

As soon as he said that, though, another thing started shrieking like a banshee while... Not actually being a banshee. It seemed to be a girl or something that stood maybe as tall as he was long, and was... Still freaking out. Fun.

Well, it was probably best to follow in that goblin's footsteps, all things considered.

"Whoaaa. Hold on there, it's not like anything's hostile right now; regardless, I'm not giant; you're just tiny. Probably. Look, freaking out ain't gonna fix anything, so why don't we just calm down and get our bearings straight before jumping to conclusions? For example... Names. Right."

To be fair, it wasn't the nicest response, but it was better than nothing.

"But names, huh...? Now that I think about it, my name's not really fit for a snake... How about..."

"Hyng. You can call me Hyng. That should be fine."

[Assistant]
To her relief, only a few of the creatures seemed to notice her, and they only gave her a few odd looks before continuing about their business. In fact, most of the creatures seemed just as confused as Calypso, some even seemed to be terrified of themselves.

 Perhaps they used to be human, too? Calypso thought as she slowly sat up.

 She scratched absently at the scarf around her neck as she watched the interactions of the things around her. Some of them had calmed down enough to start making introductions to one another, but to be perfectly honest, Calypso was not that brave. It was a shame, too, as the scarf knotted around her neck was itchy and uncomfortable, and some of those creatures had thumbs . She was sure that one of the calm ones would be able to remove it.

 She scratched at the scarf with more vigor, her tiny claws leaving snags in the fabric as she did so, giving her an idea. She used her front claws and dug deep into the fabric, attempting to pull it over her head. She struggled for a moment, growling low in her throat, until she was finally free of the annoying strip of fabric. What kind of sadistic individual had placed it on her to begin with?

 She scratched at her now naked neck with bliss, before looking at her surroundings more closely. She was in a wide cavern with no discernible exit, but she did spot one of the only creatures that wasn't nightmare inducing, a large, spotted cat.

 Well, maybe he knows what is going on. She thought, stretching her back. He looks like he would be easier to talk to than the others.

 With that thought in mind, she dashed after the overlarge cat, making nearly no sound as she did so. She made it nearly to his side before sliding to a stop. He was a lot bigger than she was, so tall that she could nearly walk under him. She swallowed down her uneasiness, and fluffed her tails to give herself courage. It was amazing how used to them she already was.

 Excuse me, do you know what's going on?

[User]
Unknown to Simba his attempt to get away from the two tailed cat failed rather miserably, evidenced by the fact she ran over to him. He was sneaking around when he heard a female voice come from behind. Excuse me, do you know what's going on? After he turned around,he quickly figured out who it belonged to.

 "Can't help you there, but at least I'm not drowning so it's an improvement." Since the two of them were talking now the best thing he could hope for was that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself.  "Honestly I don't think anyone here has any idea what is going on, and while I could be mistaken I have no intention of asking everyone." It wasn't that he didn't care about what was going on, he just reasoned that if someone figured it out he would hear it eventually.

[Assistant]
The brief spell of panic was broken when the snake... talked back. Snakes didn't talk. That was one of reality's normal rules: snakes hissed at you at most, maybe poisoned or choked you if things went really bad, but they didn't strike up a conversation and tell you that you were small. Wait, she was small... she was...

At this point, Saffron's attention was turned to her new body. Those... odd feeling things... they were wings and a tail now that she looked. Well... with how many monsters were around, that didn't seem like too big a step down. But... her hair... her fashion... why was she all cute and innocent? With her size, how was she going to cultivate her awesome metal reputation again if she was this tiny cute thing!

At least part of her stage name would work... she could hardly use her original one now, and she'd have to build up an impressive monster reputation instead! Hopefully find some dolls with better clothing, too. "You can call me Saffron!"

[User]
~Neix~

Well, her first thought was that Mox was hilarious. Probably would make for fun company at least, if she wanted to make fun of someone. But getting out of here, though? Well...that wasn't exactly her first thought at the moment. While leaving was a pretty fun idea, she was content to stay here for the moment. It seemed safe enough, and it was a good place to get their bearings at least. Still if everyone else left, she'd follow. Safety in numbers and all that.

Still, so many people were freaking out. Understandable, really. She'd probably be freaking out herself if she opened her mouth in any capacity that wasn't going to be mocking someone. Her head turned to the second one who was freaking out. She looked...surprisingly human compared to some of them. Ignoring Mox and the spider, Neix walked over to Hyng Saffron, and the other Kobold. Might as well introduce herself to the other Kobold. After all, they were the same race! Might as well get all friendly and buddy buddy so she can mooch off of him~

"Hyng and Saffron, eh? Well, aren't you too just adorable, heh~" She chuckled lightly. "Neix, if ya didn't hear. Guess we're all in the same boat here. At least I've got another Kobold friend~" She gave Jeff a smile, though her voice was full of obvious sarcasm. "Say, you got some food on ya...Jeff? What kinda lame name is that, anyways?"

"Whatever...I'm kinda hungry, actually."She then turned to look at Saffron...a mischievous, toothy grin appearing on her face, before it failed, and she shook her head. That was...well, kinda mean. A little far, even for her. "Before ya get scared again, that was a joke..." She fell quiet after that. Ugh, her mouth wasn't going to help things here, so she'd resign herself to silence for the moment. At least until she cleared her head a bit.

@Raineh Daze@Lugia

[Assistant]
"...Wow. You sure got yourself together fast. I'd think that shrinking to the size of a snake would be pretty rattling. Well, then again, I AM a snake now, so... Fair's fair," Hyng said, shaking his head. If he had arms, he'd at least shrug his shoulders, but, well...

Yeah. Snake problems.

With that problem solved at the very least, Hyng turned his attention to the two kobolds hovering overhead.

"...Damn, we're pretty short, aren't we?"

Shit, right. He was speaking though telepathy and not an actual voice. Had to get used to controlling that.

"A-anyways... Er... Yeah. Jeff and... Neix, was it? Alright. I'll keep those names in mind. Saffron, though... You know, in retrospect, if you're THAT small and naming yourself after a spice..."

He trailed off as Neix made her own bad followup joke.

"...You open yourself to jokes like that. But hey, what works, works, right? Though... Assuming you two kobolds won't suddenly go feral and eat us, we all still need to find some sorta food. Right. All in favor of finding a way out once spider-girl over there stops freaking out like someone-"

Hyng stopped his half-venomous remark when he heard the ever-so-slight sound of someone else introducing themselves. Well, the more people that could communicate, the better... Right? Otsune... Sounded Japanese. No matter.

The snake turned his attention to the source and found himself staring at some bastard child of a dog and a crocodile (or was it an alligator?). Wow. Chimeras, too? Did that even constitute as one...?

...

Well, whatever. No point questioning the weird shit that seemed to have happened to all of them.

"Otsune, was it? One more to the party won't hurt."

With that invitation out of the way, Hyng realized that he had... Forgotten the ending to his first remark. Damn.

"...So. All in favor of waiting for spider-girl to stop wailing before we head out?"


[System]
Gender:Female

Appearance:

Goals: Bella was studying to be a History Professor with a focus on classical civilizations to the medieval era. In this other world of scattered people… Maybe she can see if she can make a Roman Empire that doesn't fall.

Past Life: Bella grew up the daughter of a politician and a History Professor. Her mother is an accountant turned politician and her father is a long time History Professor. Since she was young, her father introduced her to the History of Rome and taught her all about it. By the time she was out of compulsory schooling, she was about as knowledgeable on everything during the reign of Rome as her father and had a working knowledge of the Latin language. If anyone had a question about it, she could answer easily.

She went to college as a history major with a minor in political science. And the political science minor was only because her mother took up a career as a rather successful politician. Through her time in college, she assisted her mother's campaign as well as study history. Every now and then, she would go and look into other politicians and get interviews when she could.

In the end, her life ended as someone stabbed her from behind. Likely from asking the wrong individual the wrong question about the wrong person.

Abilities:

Physical Conditioning: Peak human
Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.

Soul Flare: The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.

Ability Gained: Goddess' Eye
 The Goddess has given you a prestigious blessing. The eye will allow you to see things about a single living target in your vision that others can not. Status, general health, current disposition, abilities, special and other such information. Use it wisely, and you could use words as effective as any weapon or use it to disable someone with as little conflict as possible. Additionally, you can see things that are unable to be seen, and interact with it, and they you. Spirits, ghosts, and other such beings and things of that nature. However - things with special protections, such as beings with a divine connection, and skills will obscure your vision. It does not reveal things that are hidden through mundane means.
Trivia:

-Bella played a lot of Total War: Rome II to try and put old Roman strategies to practice.

-Bella can speak Italian, Latin and English

Inventory:
-Padded Armor
-Rapier

Learned Skills:

-Cleansing Fire - Fire, is not always destruction. It is also life, energy. It invigorates and brings warmth to all. Were fire never to exist, humanity may have never made it through the ice ages, for without its warmth they would fall victim to the frigid cold that envelops this land. Though fire can burn wildly, furiously, and destroy all, yours can also heal and bring comfort to those. By focusing positive energies into your fire, you may heal and cleanse small wounds.

-Mana Redirect - A skill allowing one to redirect magical energy tossed at them from any supernatural source. Rather than absorbing and meshing it with your own, you redirect it to some other purpose, thus weakening its effects upon you as you turn it towards something else. Generally, this will work with everything but some sources of energy would be far too strong to completely deflect, and some are easier to work with then others.

-Flora Command (lesser) - You're able to command the natural world around you, to an extent. Though, as it comes from domination rather than understanding and mutual understanding, it is not out of mutual respect or because they desire it. Rather - they do not wish to incur your wrath, so they cooperate.

You can't perform complex actions or move them very quickly yet, and flora with more vitality may still ignore you outright as of now.

[User]
Leannah

Second Floor, Ruined Building (???), ???

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...She'd just been isekai'd. Sure it was a cheeky anime-watcher's way of putting it, but she could only think to herself that she'd been isekai'd. Some goddess from another world, snatching her up and putting her in a new body and sending her here.

The catgirl took a look about the room as she took tentative steps forward, for the first few slightly wobbly as she felt the abnormal feeling of being in a new body. A hand came up to touch her fluffy ears. Her head turned back to look at her swishing tail. Her musculature felt...far stronger than it had ever been. Even the tips of her fingers, where nails should have been for a proper human being, were nothing but little razor-sharp claws that she testingly swiped at the air for a moment in play as she took more steps forward. It was all eyebrow-raising, but at the same time she felt like she was rather adjusting to it somewhat already.

Looking about, she took note of the layout of where she had appeared soon after she was able to walk properly enough. Grand sort of balcony, check. Whatever fluid had been on her evaporating rather nicely in an abnormal fashion, check. Empty stone shelves seemingly on a tier-like style and odd tube things, check. Looking down and seeing two other strangers spat out in seemingly a similar way, check. Large ominous black structures, giant-ass ruined building that seemed far too ancient, scattered varied weapons near the doorway, and being comfortably warm despite the lack of clothes which in the end she otherwise didn't mind? Check.

new ability and having talked to some goddess aside, this was almost deja vu to her in some twisted trope-aware sense of it all. Not that it was guaranteed to follow such a pattern, and she could swear one of the other guys was familiar looking in a very not-good way, but all the same she had to get moving and they'd have to do something. If that 'goddess' was right, then a guardian was here and it was NOT going to be good to get in its sights. If she didn't need more clothes to travel in all of this, then good for her at least. Meant she could carry more, if anything beyond a weapon was necessary at first...well, other than like food or something maybe. If it was around.

For a second she even gave a trained kick in the air to test her body, instincts and reflexes kicking in but almost stumbling slightly as she shook it off soon after. Yeah, as soon as she was used to this new body she'd be back in action. Didn't learn all of those martial arts for nothing, after all!

Leannah then did her best to quickly move down the stairs to get to the level below her, where the other two strangers (both men as it turned out) had emerged. No use trying to go up anyways. The woman gave a sigh, however, as she approached them and kept a sliiiiight distance just to be on the safe side. Tricky deities from other worlds, not something to rely on to always put you with the most familiar and safe people in a group survival situation (just ask that one shield dude from another isekai anime).

"Hey! You two, you're finally awake! You also talked to that goddess and ended up here too? Busted out here in some kind of fluid and tube stuff, like me?

But we probably need to get moving if what she said about a 'Guardian' here is meritable. Questions maybe for later. Some weapons are lying over there towards the door as well, and to be frank I'd prefer to get moving first and get out before we're spotted."

Of course, perfect first lines to total strangers in another world and all of this craziness. Totally couldn't backfire on her in two seconds with how she looked now or something. That being said, she wanted to be proactive in this before things hit the fan....and she really hoped they didn't hit the fan IMMEDIATELY at least.

Then again, waiting around too long fresh out of some divine life-making pod (for all she knew) in some abandoned building was never a good idea. Or at least so her instincts and fiction-savviness told her anyways.

She also wasn't sure if anyone else was here, but would assume the potential at least unless proven otherwise.

Chulainn @Guy0fV4lor

[Assistant]
Death, needless to say, had not been kind to Mamoru.

It would have been one thing to have lived long enough to be able to make something of his life—spend more time with his friends and family, invest time into hobbies new and old—but dying so abruptly did not sit well with him. Neither did the supposed 'goddess' that had caught him before his consciousness had slipped away in its entirety fill him with any sort of inspiration. He had read enough isekai literature in his lifetime to get a grasp of the situation fairly quickly during the initial introduction, to the point where hearing of the task set out for him didn't faze him as much as it did annoy him.

Of course, that brief moment of consciousness soon gave way to darkness once more, and before long the young man found himself splayed out on the ground, groggy as the faculties that begot his regained consciousness took their sweet time returning. There was a pause as he slowly dragged his body, still drenched in some sort of odd liquid, off of the ground, and after a few moments of staggering and violently coughing out whatever was left in his lungs, he clapped his hands to his face as the sound of someone's voice caught his attention. Not necessarily because of the voice itself, though, but moreso the place where the sound was reaching him.

There was the briefest of pauses as he slowly moved one hand to to top of his head, and the feeling of wet fur coupled with long hair that, upon further inspection, reached past his shoulders only brought his attention towards the rest of his—or, rather, her new body.

"...Well, I suppose it could be worse," Mamoru sighed, clapping her hands to her face before shaking whatever liquid she could off of her body. Drenched clothing would do her no favors—doubly so given the chill in the air that caught her attention—and the now-foxgirl slowly cast her gaze around.

The most obvious thing to catch her attention, though, was the small girl standing in front of her, weapon at the ready. Though the change of her body had not caused any sort of panic, the presence of that black-haired girl...

"...Nobunaga? No, wait, that can't be right; that goddess must've just modeled someone's new body after that character..." she said to herself before shaking her head, as if to clear her thoughts, before recalling what it was that the person in front of her had asked. "Right. Well... You wouldn't be wrong there. Though it goes without saying that I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this whole affair... Wait, hold on."

Once she reviewed the words in her head, Mamoru took a moment to pause before staring directly at the girl standing in front of her.

"That Japanese just now was rather archaic... No, this has got to be some sort of joke, right?" she added, taking a moment to pause before laughing in disbelief. "I'm not even sure if there'd be anyone sticking to that sort of character in this sort of situation... I suppose that introductions might clear things up. My, uh... Hm. Name. I suppose that... Misaki sounds good? Right. Takeshima Misaki it is, then."

As she continued to attempt to dry herself (and her clothes) off, Misaki continued to look around the room, her gaze constantly returning towards Nobunaga as she attempted to get a feel for what had occurred in the room up until the time they had 'arrived' and to try and wrap her head around the situation given what she knew thus far.

"Seriously, this feels like something out of a light novel..."

@Rune_Alchemist

[User]
Bella coughed as the cylinder opened. The mild nausea she felt caused her to fall to her hands and knees out of it as if she were about to heave, though this passed quickly enough as she stood. As she rose, a hand went to the throbbing feeling in her eye. Goddess? Power? What in the hell did she drink to have a dream like this? Vodka? Lots of Vodka? More Vodka than previously imagined? There was no way she thought of something like this. "I don't even remember drinking anything last night to get a headache like this!" She exclaimed, swatting at the air with her free hand in an irritated fashion.

The woman clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. This seemed to make the headache and throbbing disappear as well at least. "Good." She added, thinking on what the hell was going on. She was in some sort of pod from a sci-fi movie? That was odd, to say the least. Given the surroundings it seemed more like some escape game her parents forced her into since she never took much time to just relax. If one could call an escape game a way to relax. Now that she really got to look at her surroundings... "Where the hell am I? A jail? No, this feels like a dungeon from that castle we went to look at." Where-ever this place was, time had not been good to it. Not that rusted chains were an uncommon sight, but they would be able to break easier meaning no one cared to maintain them or there was no one to do so.

Bella let out a large sigh as slowly removed her hand from her eye and that was the first thing that she noticed weird. "Heh?" She question, holding her hand out to look at it better. First off, her hands were almost immaculately manicured. Her hands had never been like that before. She had all different sorts of marks and blemishes from the constant typing, writing and other sorts of menial work she tended to do. The fact that the only marks on her hand at the moment was dust from the floor was astounding to her. "What?"

Then she noticed that her hair was a hell of a lot longer than she had it. And it was blonde to boot! "What is this!? Who put this wig on me!?" Frowning, she dusted her hands off and tried to remove what she thought was a hairpiece but was surprised to find it quite firmly attached. "Ouch!" She exclaimed with the quick tug. "H-have I been in a coma for a while and they just thought this was funny?" No, that didn't seem quite right. Maybe that goddess thing in her head wasn't quite as made up as she thought. Unsettled, she glanced around the room still until she noticed a pod like hers was laying on the ground and there was a man in it. Whatever color was on her face disappeared as she realized she wasn't alone. "H-hullo!?" She flubbed, speaking in English this time with a fairly light accent.

It felt like she hadn't spoke English in a long time, despite having used it a couple days prior to the last time she remembered. "Are you okay?" She asked, extending a hand to the man. Her eyes narrowed as she was worried that this person was going to do something bad... But she was in some odd place that she had no idea about. She could only hope he had a similar thought process to her. "Let me help you up." Before she could really help him up though, the entire place shuddered! It was like something BIG was walking around! She couldn't even think about what. She looked up, somewhat frightened by the incident before she extended her hand again. "Come now, up you go." She seemed calm enough as she did so though worry was lightly painted on her expression.


[System]
-Height: 1.97 Meters
-Weight: 49 Kilograms
-Eye color: Black
-Hair color: None
-Other (where applicable):
Species: Skakoan

Personality: Moros has a fairly apathetic view on his role as a Sith Lord. He desires power of course, and he is quite capable as both a warrior and an engineer, but he views the Sith Order like a chain, with every link forged the chain grows stronger and more versatile. He believes that the Order has not existed long enough for it to reach its full potential and views himself as simply a means to an end to continue the Sith teachings. This does not mean he doesn't work to advance the Grand Plan, he uses his position in the Techno Union to manipulate galactic trade, as well as his own skill and abilities to build secret weapons of war for use by the Sith when the plan finally comes to fruition. Having slew his master and taken the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith, Moros has decided it is time to take on an apprentice to ensure the teachings of the Sith Way live on.

Bio: Moros, born as Ket Tork on the planet Skako, where he quickly became learned in the creation of tech, whether it be droids, blasters, or vehicle parts, and found himself a place as an engineer in the Techno Union of the Republic. This was where he met the Arkanian Asiad Arran, a diplomat and merchant working with the Techno Union. Little did he know Asiad Arran was in fact the Sith Lord Darth Varren, who after evaluating his potential, took Ket Tork under his wing as Darth Moros. Moros became a proficient force user under Varren's training, although his bulky exosuit made it difficult for him to perform acrobat maneuvers and he prefers a more defense style of Lightsaber combat, the Skakoan has risen through the ranks in the Techno union, manipulating from the shadows after finally killing his master.

Equipment:
Moros' Skakoan exosuit is bulky and unwieldy as is the case due to the materials and shape required to make it, but he has spent years modifying it to make it more flexible and better armored, allowing him to be still quite effective in combat as well as lessening the constant Skakoan fear of exosuit malfunction.

Moros' lightsaber draws inspiration from his technical upbringing, resulting in a hilt that does away with unnecessary decorative pieces in favor of streamlined functionality. The lightsaber crystal is the one exception to his general belief that technology is better than ritual and history, as he does not use a synthetic crystal. He used a rare Qixoni crystal, resulting in a deep red blade that enhances his already potent force abilities.

[User]
Jenali couldn't remember what had happened after the explosion. Only momentary glimpses of what she could see with he eyes seared violently. Unable to see she freaked grasping for someone, anyone or a voice. No one answered her though just droids and specialists in the background speaking in foreign tongue. Demanding to know what was happening and in her rage of the moment crushing several medical droids before the needle injection. Rendering her unconsciousness. As she lay there drifting away in deep sedation the Techno Union specialists administer her reconstruction. First bio mechanical legs attaching the nerve endings to circuitry for movement. Her eyes now manufactured a deep ocean blue, lazer etched with the makers mark. Lastly being a permanent breathing mask, with mesh having to be attached to the burnt lining of her trachea.

With the sedative wearing off Jenali's sight came online, several start up phases before suddenly vision. She could see varying components with sudden flashes being able to see thermal to electrical wiring. Shock would've come the lingering effects of the sedative prevented such a break down. Looking down as two droids were finishing the last touches. Touching at her face piece to help with her breathing. Trying to comprehend it all, exhaling a sigh the mask operating what it could with the motion. "I'm a freak."

Her father had been no where around, so much for the fatherly love of sticking around. Getting used to her new sight as her eyes took in the environment quickly but was proving more useful than their biological predecessors. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees the the droids she crushed earlier. Feeling them crush earlier as if they were pawns in her hand, taken back the unfathomable destruction she laid in too. Turning as a shadow came into view. A Skakoan feeling a vibe of authority coming from the being. "If your the one that put me back together I thank you, but what did you do to me exactly?"

[Assistant]
Moros had remained to observe throughout the entire operation, claiming that such an extensive surgery required his supervision, both to ensure success and so that he could properly take notes of the process. In truth, he had sensed the force user the moment she was brought in and at the moment a force user who had not already been brainwashed by the Jedi had the potential to be an invaluable asset to him.

When she awoke he was there, waiting. His eyes were closed behind his thick metal breathing mask but he did not need sight to sense her come to consciousness, the sudden jolt in the Force was more than enough to alert him. He of course was masking his force signature, otherwise she would have already been overwhelmed by the dark side emanating from him, especially in her current state.

When she finally spoke his cold eyes opened behind his mask, and he turned his head to look at her. He already knew what the extensive cybernetic surgery looked like, he had been there the entire time after all. He paused before speaking, seeming to calculate his words before a brassy, metallic voice carried his words. "I kept you alive. Without extensive cybernetic enhancement you would be floating in a bacta tank for the rest of your short life."

He caught her looking around and noticed the dejection she felt. Even if she could disguise her emotions, he was far too powerful in the force to be fooled by an amateur. "Your father left shortly after bringing you to us. I doubt he will return any time soon."

[User]
"So it seems."Jenali didn't even mention her father, not in the slightest form but the Skakoan seemed to know her thoughts. A notion she didn't like but in her current state she wasn't in the mood or the health to argue with the being. Her eyes still examining the room about as she finally got used to the cybernetic sight, the sounds her mask would make though she'd never get used or so she thought. Waving away the droids so she could try her hand at walking. It had been easy enough though she'd have to get used to the new equilibrium. Walking around the small room for a few paces to test the feeling before sitting back down.

"Your in this for quite the profit from what I understand. Knowing who I am or rather used to be." Referencing her former life with the Black Sun, seeing now as she wouldn't be too much use to the organization. Having quite the amount of funds but nothing to live off of.

Her thoughts drifted though seeing the destroyed droids in the corner of the room, waiting to be scraped and re used for other parts. How did she do that exactly? It was as if she felt them in her hand before being sedated. Crushing them as if by force of will. She knew the Jedi could accomplish such feats but it was unbecoming of them to do so unless they were provoked. The notion had stuck in her head along with another. Knowing there was another group that used this particular power but couldn't finger who they were or if they even existed anymore.

"My apologies on the droids. I will compensate for the loss of materials." Looking at the Skakoan again, something didn't sit right. For good or bad she didn't know, a gut feeling she got from time to time. Exhaling a sigh or what could be assumed as one. "How did the ball up into scrap?" Probing at his account of what happened to them.

[Assistant]
"Droids are replaceable. I wouldn't worry too much about their cost." He said, noticeably dodging her question of what had happened to them. "And yes, the Techno Union does stand to gain a large amount of funds for your operation, but that isn't why I'm here." He said, stepping over to a control panel for the room, pressing a button and locking the doors from the inside, a quick swipe over the panel darkening the windows until they were pitch black on both sides, effectively isolating the pair, the only witnesses to their conversation now were the medical droids that had been brought in to replace the destroyed ones.

"I know what you did to those Droids. To my knowledge the Jedi snatch up any force sensitives long before this age, and you are clearly not a Jedi. I doubt you even knew what you could do before now." He walked over to the droids, his pace slow and measured, impossible to tell how far he was stepping due to the long robes covering most of his body and exosuit.
"Legally, the Techno Union must report and force sensitives to the Jedi Council and turn them over for their own safety." He continued speaking, even while gloved hands deactivated the droids.

"The Jedi can offer you sanctuary, protection, the Black Sun will never find you should they change their minds about your usefulness. But it will be as much a prison as a safehouse. You will be no more free with the Jedi than you were under your father. I offer a different path. The path of freedom. A life ruled by no one but yourself. You will have to work for it, of course. Nothing comes without a price. I will train you, teach you in the ways passed down by my teacher, and his before him, for the last five hundred years. And one day you will have surpassed me in power and destroy me. And from that point on you will be free."

[User]
Jenali didn't like the the wording of being to start, something seemed... off. She went along with it for the time being seeing that it couldn't get much worse. As the lights dimmed was when the concern started growing, switching her vision from normal to thermal watching him concerned on the approach. Now he was talking about the force... Yea yea she had seen and heard about the Jedi and their almighty force on an occasion or too but to think she was capable of such things seemed a bit far fetched. However there was merit in his wording, thinking back on all of the close calls it might not be all that far fetched as it seems. The more she recalled the more that she had this so called force flowing threw her.

"You know I cannot go to the Jedi." That much between them was obvious since she'd been a wanted criminal for the past four years, even with a two hundred thousand credit bounty on her head. She'd be locked in prison if the Jedi had intervened. She already knew on the Black Sun's stance, more than likely another hit would take her out. Just for the sake of politics.

Even with cybernetic sight she would given an intriguing look to Skakoan regardless. He had offered her freedom which she did have to point but ultimate freedom, a scared treasure. Staring at him and unsure how to answer. Taking a moment to think about the offer. The breathing threw the mask was a clear indication on what her response would be.

"I have no qualms about work and hell. I suffer from those aspects more so now. I welcome becoming stronger and to grow pass ordinary means. I will accept on one condition. I must ask a question" Knowing she was in no right to ask any question of him but Jenali had to know. "Why me?" If the Skakoan was so powerful and willing to teach her these way she wanted to know why, why her of all people. With no connections out of the Black Sun, she wouldn't be an ideal candidate for many things but ideal for this?

[Assistant] The Skakoan appeared to be looking her in the eyes, though behind the orange slits of his breathing mask it was hard to tell exactly. As if reading her mind again he responded to her thoughts. "Connections will not matter. You will have years to build a web of contacts throughout the Galaxy. My own resources will aid you in that. What matters is your power. Your ferocity. You may think you are broken, but I sense in you the potential for greatness."


[System]
Barely breaking 5', she's quite the short stuff.
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.

Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.

Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.

Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.

'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.

Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
 At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.

Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them

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Sarah sat quietly off in a dark corner of the ceremony hall as she awaited it to commence. It wasn't too before students began to file in, still chatting away; murmurs turning to a dull roar of distantly mumbled speech. Sarah simply yawned in her hand before blinking her tired eyes in a feeble attempt to wake up more. Finally the lights in the stands began to dim and draw to a focus on the stage. She pushed herself up in her seat, trying to seem more lady-like. As the commencement began she idly tapped her right foot in the air, the leg layered casually over her left knee.

As the proceedings came to an end and she stood with a stretch - raising the front of her blouse to expose a small part of her tummy and waistline, which she quickly pulled back down after her stretch - she couldn't put her finger on what felt odd about it all. Maybe she had finally just realized after three years how the Ceremonies hall environment felt? Or perhaps just that it was a different speaker than usual? She quickly dismissed it all though, filing out of her row and making her way slowly down to The Boss.

After a bit of waiting behind other girls clambering for the front she made it to The Boss. She smiled sweetly up at the refined woman.

"Hello again, Ms Boss. May I ask which room I am in this year?" She spoke in sweet melody, a beautiful rhythm of tones from her powder pink lips.

[Assistant]
Hildr Reinhardt

"Huh? So it is..." The teacher remarked glibly, fixing her attire without much thought. Unlike others, it was the result of an honest mistake, and it wasn't like she'd expect Boss to complain about getting a peek.

Besides, there were more pressing matters to focus upon, such as the absence of the proper speech giver and the presence of the one in her place. A glance to her cohort spoke a litany on Boss' interpretation of events and they both shared a tense air of apprehension as the speech unfolded with...surprisingly little deviation from appropriate rhetoric. "She can't be getting soft one us-"

"Oh ho, and to conclude, you'll each be finding your directions to class located in your dorm rooms. And you'll find those directions to the two lovely ladies dressed in suits to my right. Don't be too shy to push and shove; they're trained professionals, oh ho!"

And the dropped with all the thunderous upheaval of a hall stuffed full of young maidens now clambering for the attention of two very displeased woman who found lines longer then the hall they were confined to already forming.

It was into this confusion a hurried young woman entered, short of breath and with a hand clutched to her breast to placate the exertion's of an unladylike dash from train station to academy hall. Her gave swept across the shifting assembly like a saber slashing the air, seeking not faces but a familiar mop of hair a similar shade of gold as her own.

"Dana." She hissed beneath her steadily recovering breath and marched forward, with students parting before her like a sea, though whether it was from the air the malevolent vindication hanging about her or the more senior students recognized their actual Student President was indiscernible to her at the present. In a feet of surprising agility for one encumbered by such a modesty preserving dressing she bounded onto the stage and stood a full head over the impostor, glowering with such vehemence that even Boss would have been impressed. "Would you care to explain why I awoke to find you, my uniform, and assorted luggage were absent from the private cart and how said cart was then locked from the outside? I'm positively dying to hear your answer, and on top of that you can explain why the entire Hall has risen as opposed as the table by table method I'd repeatedly spoken of at great length?!"

Her voice was clipped and carried such a barely restrained timber of wrath it was astonishing she could hold herself in such a non-threatening posture, hands softly folded before her and face schooled towards the stern rather then inflamed. Though that mattered little when she was certain both the suited teachers and those before her could hear the two on stage well enough.

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Blake Eights

A siren's song upon the wind graced Blake's ears and a wicked grin split her face. Her muse had arrived. And like the siren of myth, she was leading the innocents to crash upon the pragmatist of Boss. Likely hoping to cause the woman to have an outburst. Still her muse had been located and honestly, Blake knew exactly whose room she would be in. Feeling the student body parting like the red sea, Blake slipped in behind the real Student President and followed in her wake. The Student President's rage almost scorched the air around her as Blake stuck her tongue out at Dana, trying to restrain her laughter.

"C'mon Prez! Surely you can see Dana was only trying to help! You were, by your own words, indisposed, and we couldn't have everyone just be waiting here all day. That would be rude! So Dana had to improvise and in the heat of the moment... well the details slipped her mind~. All I can say is well done to my lovely muse~" giggling like... well... a school girl Blake flitted up to Dana, Blake attempted to hug the slightly shorter girl from behind, wanting to wrap her arms around her.

"A girl this cute couldn't have even imagined that her words would have such an effect! After all, not everyone here's a first year. Surely the seniors all know your face, Prez, and as cute as you are you and Dana can't really pass for each other. So that is a very good question. Why would everyone rise and swarm the poor faculty at her words?" biting her lip, Blake's gaze traveled up and down Dana, drinking in every last detail, as Blake filed away the image of Dana in the Student President's uniform in her mind for a masterpiece later.

"How on earth did you manage to squeeze into that, Dana~?"

[Assistant]
Tilia Fitzregald

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"Hmph, boring!" was Tilia's reaction when she saw Hildr just closing her fly nonchalantly. She had expected for her to at least blush or something but not even that. What a big, giant disappointment.

As she was looking at the teacher, she didn't realize that Blake had sneaked up on her. Thus, she gave a surprised yelp when the girl pushed down her paper down her uniform.

"W-what?"

She quickly turned around to see a familiar person. Oh, it's her. It was Blake Eights, another perverted girl like her. But unlike her, the girl was even more shameless. Look at how she unbuttoned her shirt like that, tantalizing anyone talking with her with a glimpse of her cleavage. She tried to pull off the same look but soon realized that you need quite the sizable... asset to pull it off.

Tilia hated to admit it, but she was jealous of her body. She doubted she would become that well-endowed in just a year.

"A-ah, it's you, Senpai!" Tilia replied cheerfully. "Whew, please don't sneak up on me like that!"

When Blake told her to peruse the paper she had given to her, she quickly pulled the thing out of her shirt. Not an easy feat, thanks to her tighter than usual uniform. When she did, she quickly opened it, only to discover a lewd drawing of her and Ms. Hildr.

"O-oh my..." she said to herself, her face reddening. Quickly, she closed it and stored it inside her pocket.

Even to the shameless girl, there was still some things that crossed the line. And that line was crossed with that drawing.

Really, that senpai was her one weakness. She wanted to tease innocent girls, not to be teased by a more lewd girl than herself. When she first met Blake, she tried cupping a feel of her breasts but the girl caught her in the act. And she pretty much told her that she knew she was a pervert before teasing her back. She felt terribly embarrassed and out of her element, and she ended up being one of those blushing girls she loved to tease.

The matter of her fly forgotten, she returned back to her seat and watched as the proceedings unfolded. To her surprise, it wasn't the student president who spoke. What happened to her? Was there a change of position that she didn't know about? Her speech seemed to be pretty normal though. That is, before she ended it with pretty much telling the entire school to swarm The Boss and Hildr.

Tilia quickly joined in on the crowd. With how everyone was pushing against each other, her perverted mind quickly activated. She used this opportunity to cope a feel of the various ample bottoms in front of her. She even brought the flies of their skirts down, revealing to her the various colors of the panties they wore. After all of this commotion was over, it would be interesting to see how they reacted to their little wardrobe malfunction. Of course, she used this opportunity to lower her own fly as well.

She was soon interrupted however by the arrival of a young woman. She knew very well that this was the Student President. And seeing how she was out of her breath, she probably came late and that was why she was replaced by another student. Her theory was soon torn apart however when she accused the new student president of taking her spot intentionally. She could tell how angry she was.

And then, Blake appeared, making an already bad situation even worse. Even she wouldn't have dared to do such a thing. Messing around with the Student President was one of the no-go lists for her pranks.

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Lazing off, the winter princess remained in her noble posture while the various chatter amongst the other students echoed through the vast hall. Her eyes occasionally changed direction, peering across the auditorium with gentle interest at just how this building took shape and is capable of keeping upright. For Maya was good with numbers, in fact brilliant as a testament to her father's upbringing that formed her mind, but nevertheless her many calculations to this construction had proven effortless and futile; the numbers simply didn't add up. Perhaps she's missing a detail here or there, or perhaps she's still lacking in the knowledge front to truly analyze the weight, the shape and the pillar's strength to make it up. But one thing she'd promised herself, by the end of her term here at Saint Hirst, she'd be able to find the solution to this mindcracker of her's.

While her thoughts dabbled with numbers and letters and all other forms of numerical calculations, the chatter of the room ended with the sound of the speaker that would open the schoolyear. Mundane speech like last year, and the year before, but at the end of the day it's more to help newcomers. But the events that unfolded following the end of the speech formed a mayhem unequal to any one known before. Students threw themselves over the two teachers with a hint of bloodlust, or rather roomlust, as if they were savage apes from lands far below. But the refined, young, mafia-daughter remained seated while the stampede unfolded while softly pondering if any where to perish due to this unforeseen event.

Luckily no one did, as everyone got unhurt to the podium and recieved their roomnumbers and the like before breaking out into loud chatter once more, Maya finally took to her feets and moved towards the two teachers lightly as one of the very last. "Miss Hildr,
 Madam Boss, may I have my roomnumber?" She spoke with a mixture of formal gentleness and harsh sterness, as she usually did when regarding her higher-ups.


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"This country belongs to me. Now, more than ever it did whilst I was president. The abstract concepts of morality no longer bind me, and the man who has nothing to fear is the most powerful of all."
Criminal Nickname: The Hanged Man

Preferred Name: Makarid

Year Born: 2043

Age when Incarcerated: 47

 Crime Committed: Drugs trafficking/Production, Manslaughter, numerous war crimes, high treason

Personality: Cold and ruthless, Makarid has no qualms about breaking a few necks to speed things along. He has a certain predatory grace to him, and conducts himself with the deadly charisma of a jungle cat. His poker face is unparalleled, and it is almost impossible to tell when he's lying. He holds himself well, and his exterior is one of class and traditional values.

Brief History: Born whilst the world was still pulling itself from the ashes of a time of war and terrorism, Makarid was raised in a small UN encampment just outside of Moscow, which the organization was using to spearhead its reclamation of Eastern Europe. Resources were scarce, and the surrounding area was ripe with crime and debauchery.

Makarid's first job was working in a krokodil den, where he would aid in the production and packaging of the lethal substance, under the watchful eye of a man known as Uncle Ortov. Using the money raised from working in the drug den, Makarid managed to put himself through higher education; purchasing his own books and equipment to aid in his study of law and politics.

In the post-terrorist phase, the Prime imposed government in Russia was one of a capitalist nature, which did not sit well with many traditionalists, Makarid included. Joining one of the many socialist parties, Makarid used his cunning to rise through the ranks and gain a larger following for the movement, exercising exclusively peaceful means so as not to provoke the wrath of the UN.

After several years of campaigning, Makarid Ristachev became President of the Russian Federation, ushering in a traditional communist government.

Ristachev's shady dealings and practices made him a source of constant criticism from the Western World, but his entrepreneurial mindset brought nothing but wealth and prominence to the Federation.
Eventually Makarid's dark schemes were brought to light, and a Prime-backed revolution swept the country. The Kremlin was stormed, and Makarid himself was strung up from a lamppost, left for dead. It was then that he earned the moniker 'Hanged Man'.

A few of Makarid's loyalists retrieved his corpse, and managed to repair his broken neck with hyper-advanced technology, and get his brain back into a functional state.

Much debate exists as to what exactly happened whilst Makarid teetered on the verge of death, but the ex-President would claim to have received some sort of vision from his innermost self, telling him that humanity as a whole was a lost cause, and that he would be better served looking out for his own interests. Many would write off this vision as his oxygen-starved brain sending him into a dream-like state, but Makarid would go on to live by the words imparted to him in his vision.

Makarid and his followers spent the next few years committing all manner of horrendous crimes, purely for their own personal gain. Abandoning morality completely, they stole and murdered their way across the country, until they were eventually apprehended, and Makarid was locked away in the Apox Centre.

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"Do we look friendly to you?"

Georgia shrugged. She wanted to come closer, but the blonde next to the red woman seemed reckless and an ally of her's. "Do any of us look friendly?" She replied. Everyone she'd seen in here so far, corpses included, looked like fight dogs, bred and born to tear each other apart.

"Not always," the red woman said. "But I can be, if you don't do anything stupid like attack somebody."

Georgia grimaced slightly. She may have a shit IQ, but she still had common sense. "No ma'am. My momma taught me better than that." In truth, she did. When your head is in the lion's jaws, you pet it, her mother's words echoed in her head.

Suddenly their eyes shifted to someone behind her. "Umm... Could I... Could I be of any help?"

Georgia resisted immediately turning to see who stood behind her, but she new the red woman would squeeze that trigger before she even had time to blink. She slowly turned to look at the newcomer, an awkward looking boy-man who seemed too not criminal. More playing dungeons and dragons in his basement or talking lore about his favorite fantasy book in a book club. He wasn't a fight dog. He was a newborn puppy, it's eyes still shut. The thought normally would've made Georgia smile, but she didn't feel too obliged with a gun pointed at her.

The group beckoned the boy-man to help them. Georgia wanted to scuff at it, but the boy-man seemed sincere in his demeanor. The red and the rebel took positions to watch other their group's back, particularly keeping their eyes fixated on Georgia and the entrance. Shit. She hadn't thought about that. More might be coming soon. She turned her back away from the mouth of the Apox, turning her back to the forest but keeping her eyes on the entrance at the group. She glanced at the skyline. Still no reinforcements.

"Oh, and... The name's Christine, by the way," the red woman said. She murmured something softer to rebel.

The empty skyline set Georgia on edge, but she stayed put. "Look," she stated. "Helicopters and dogs and tanks are going to be coming for us soon if we don't get out of here. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go stumbling into these woods alone and afraid with dogs coming after me."

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Slowly, too slowly for his liking, darkness and shadow gave way to more illuminated areas of the Apox - areas that would no doubt be occupied for that very reason by further threats. Hemi had already had to crack a few skulls (and femurs and necks and limbs...) to reach the corridor through which he now wove, squatting and leaping, swinging and stepping, his head as much on a swivel as was possible and his ears kept metaphorically as open as he could get them; from time-to-time he would mutter to himself in his native tongue, humming a well-known folk song even as he fractured the skull of a wounded inmate - the woman apparently convicted for murder of her own children - trapped beneath a fallen piece of debris, and with little to no chance of ever getting free.

"We must have fallen from orbit," he mused silently, only the sound of his own movement and gruff breathing interrupting his thoughts, "the entire station, hundreds of convicted criminals..." without realising it, his blood-stained mouth twisted into a sneering grin, "truly this is a battleground worthy of only the greatest!" Images of tattooed Maori warriors and kilted Highlanders began to flash through his mind, pictures and illustrations from his childhood books, barked instructions from his martial arts instructors joining them and giving him cause to remember the last MMA session he had ever had; it had been in a small club in Auckland, one of his bullies thinking himself the better man...until Hemi had nearly killed the older boy.

Booted feet moved swiftly over blood-slicked metal, one huge hand hefting a fallen piece of a supporting girder out of his path, muscles straining and his expression changing to one of annoyance - this was all taking too long! He wanted out, now!

Wait...there...a beam of light emanating from what could only be the outside world, an opening torn into the side of the fallen station and...was that people talking?! What idiots would be standing around this close to the station, having a nice conversation over a bloody cup of tea, waiting to die?

There was only one way to find out.

Gripping the steel piping a little tighter, yet keeping his arm relaxed and his body ready - like some big cat stalking its prey - he half-crouched and moved as close to the wall as he could. With steps as soft as one could get in a pair of prison boots, so not all that softly, he got as close to the entrance as he could and, with one long intake and expulsion of breath, strode boldly into the light of day.

The sight that greeted him almost sent him into fits of laughter, even as he nearly walked into the back of some bumbling blonde child, slipping to the so-called man's rear left, close to the exterior of the wreckage, and eyeing the group warily; from what he could tell there was around six of them, one certainly shot through the head - his blood and brain matter still leaking into the lush grass, something Hemi took in along with the trees, all of which reminded him of home - another man looking pained and being attended by a blonde woman, another woman looking quite uneasy in possession of a firearm but more than willing to use it.

There were others, but all-in-all it looked as if none of them really knew what the Hell they were doing...although he could see that the woman tending to the 'wounded' man most certainly knew her way around a medical kit.

"Helicopters and dogs and tanks are going to be coming for us soon if we don't get out of here. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go stumbling into these woods alone and afraid with dogs coming after me."

"What," he half-barked, announcing his presence to the group, if it was not already known, "the fuck are you talking about?" It was a question mostly directed at the woman who was apparently shitting herself at the prospect of unseen enemies, "this station fell out the fucking sky, crashed into wherever we are, an you think they'll come an get us soon?" He wiped a shoulder of his torn suit, gesturing with the pipe in his hand as he spoke, trying not to crack into a bout of mirth, "nah, they'd have been here already, if they're coming at all."

Taking a step nearer to the group, the weedy blonde to front right, the rest of the group before him, he looked to each of them before spitting a gobbet of phlegm from his crusted mouth, "the fuck is this anyway?! You all having a little barbeque here, a little picnic or somethin? Staff meeting perhaps?" Now he did laugh, the laugh of someone who was genuinely happy and thought the entire situation hilarious, "good thing you've got a gun though," his eyes took on a much more serious expression, even as his lips continued to smile, "if you stand about much longer, you're gonna fuckin' need it."

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"Fuck, you're one tough son of a bitch," The bearded stranger observed with what seemed to be a blurred mixture of horror and admiration, a look he'd grown used to during his time as President. "Listen, I would hardly qualify as a doctor but I don't need a PhD to say that you're in rough shape. I-I can help you out of here, just agree not to do anything stupid. Okay?"

"Anything stupid…" Ristachev wheezed through a mouthful of hot blood "You mean like get stabbed in the face?" He forced a smirk, before coughing up a wad of worryingly dark fluid.

The Hangedman stumbled slightly, but his sheer determination and iron will triumphed over the pain that wracked his body. Agony was tearing through every fibre of his being in an tsunami of fire, but Ristachev would be damned to whatever hell awaited men such as he before letting a flesh wound stop him.

"I'm not known for accepting help from s-strangers," he rasped "but it's that or b-bleed out." Ristachev's voice was shaky and unsure, and his harsh Russian accent was unmistakable, even amidst all the stammering and blood.

He just about managed a light shrug, the makeshift bandages around his wound soaked red "Give it your best shot."

Ristachev paused, considering the situation for a moment. If he admitted weakness, even at a time such as this, he was signing his own death warrant. He had become President because he understood Russia, and the bloody nature of the East. He knew that to admit weakness was to invite chaos, and that was the principle upon which he had ruled. Was he a monster? Perhaps. But in the real world, monsters are the ones who're left standing when the curtain falls.

"U-understand this; If you attempt anything disingenuous, my wounds will seem trivial next to those you'll suffer."