[System]
Nancy Parker
Character Quote: "How very."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Nance
Age: 15
Birthday: October 31st, 1967
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Las Vegas, Nevada
Godly Parent: Apollo
Legacy: N/A
Cohort: First
How Many Years At Camp: Two
Gender: Female
Rank: Centurion
Occupation At Camp: Cohort Centurion and (reluctant) seer
Languages: English, Latin, Italian

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Appearance
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Rich Warm Brown
Skin Tone: Peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: SPQR tattoo with the symbol of Apollo and two lines; lengthy scar on her upper left arm; pierced ears
Personal Style: Fashion wise, Nancy is still stuck in the 1980's. She loves having her hair poofy, with shoulder pads in her jackets. Vibrant colors and slightly mismatched patterns are a must. She's just as likely to wear overalls as she is to wear a skirt. Of course, fashion choices aside, she doesn't neglect practical armor when the situation calls for it - she isn't stupid and by no means wants to get killed in battle.

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Psychology
Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Nancy is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present (whenever/wherever that present is) and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

Additionally, Nancy may be prophetic, but she lives for the moment she is in currently. She has seen enough of what could be to know that if she dwelled on only that, she would go mad. She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future.

Fatal Flaw: Anger
Habits: Shuffling her cards, Whistling
Hobbies: Poker, Singing, Dancing
Fears: * Sexual Assault
* Drowning
* Claustrophobia

Likes: * Large Dogs
* Sweets
* Tea
* Coffee
* Music
* Practical Jokes
* Rainy Days
* Secrets

Dislikes: * People touching her cards - she'll gut them
* Ham
* Entitlement
* Hypocrites
* Death Omens
* Cigarette Smoke

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Skills
Demigod Abilities: * Prophecy
* Audiokinesis

General Skills: * Singing
* Dancing
* Sleight of Hand
* Photography
* Psychoanalysis
* Strategy

Combat Skills: * Hand to Hand Combat
* Sword
* Daggers
* Acrobatics

Magic Item:* Tarot Cards - The set was gifted to her by her father, Apollo, and helps to channel her gift of Prophecy.
* Twin Enchanted Imperial Gold Daggers - the pair always return to her hands

What Do They Carry On Them:* Clothing - overalls, doc martin boots, Pink Floyd t-shirt, black leather jacket
* Purse/Wallet - ID, 10 Denarius, $50 U.S.
* Tarot Cards
* Twin Enchanted Imperial Gold Daggers
* Pack of Bubble Gum
* Sunglasses
* Hip Flask (nectar)

Possessions In Bunk:* Imperial Gold Sword
* Camp Jupiter t-shirt
* Diary
* Walkman & Headphones
* Polaroid Camera & Film
* Cassette Collection

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History
Biography: Nancy's mother was a performer on the Las Vegas Strip, enticing audiences with her siren's voice and full, ample form. She had many admirers, one of them happening to be the Roman god Apollo. They spent an evening together in ecstasy and nine months later, the Vegas star had a tiny obligation on her skirt - a baby girl. The show had to go on of course, meaning that Nancy was largely cared for by the nanny. The few occasions she would see her mother at home would be whenever she had to nurse the after effects of drugs and booze. And while as a little girl Nancy viewed her mother as an elegant princess, things changed when Nancy became a teenager.

Nancy was going through puberty and her mother saw potential in her daughter's excellent singing voice. The daughter of Apollo was added into some of her mother's acts, expected to dance and sing and amuse the audiences - but this only lasted for a couple of years. Nancy's mother saw her daughter's beauty and potential, and fearing that she would upstage her, decided to ship her daughter off to a girl's school in California. But instead of going off to boarding school, Nancy ran away and ended up in the Lotus Hotel and Casino on the Strip.

She was trapped inside a place where time stayed still for about thirty years. During that time, she was a victim of sexual assault and it scarred her deeply. Roman demigods were at the Lotus Hotel and Casino for unrelated reasons, but they luckily managed to identify Nancy as a demigod and they more or less dragged her with them back into the real world. Her deepest regret is missing the rest of the 80's - and even though she has been in the modern world for a few years, she still hasn't quite gotten a hold of the slang.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Rescued from the Lotus Hotel and Casino by other members of Camp Jupiter, Nancy was educated at the Wolf House. Her letter of recommendation came from Apollo (alongside a gift of tarot cards to help her with her prophetic abilities, she thinks it was his way of saying sorry I didn't notice you were trapped for almost forty years), meaning that she was placed in the First Cohort. She rose through the ranks and was made Centurion. She's proud of that achievement. She's less than thrilled with her other position... working with prophecies.

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Additional Information
Theme Song: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett
Extra Information: ~included in previous CS~
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: Amtrak train
Skills:

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"We can decide later what to do with them." She said, being extra careful now as she put them away. Niah laughed at Nancy's joke and grinned, "Yeah, and I mean who else sings Cherry Bomb so badly it explodes heads?" Her stomach tightened as she made the joke, fear that Nancy would take it the wrong way and be mad at her pulsed and she hoped that she didn't judge wrong and Nancy would laugh.

"As for ice cream, my favorite is Moose tracks." She paused to think, then said "Rocky road is good too, but I'm not a huge fan of chocolate base ice cream. I also don't like things that are too crunchy in my ice cream so the nuts aren't my favorite. Why don't you like Moose Tracks? And what about you Madalyne what is your favorite ice cream?"

[Assistant]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Washington, Train Tracks Again
Skills:

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"I think im the more badass of the group though, like tricking that chimera earlier and then fighting that second gorgon all by myself while you two went for the other." Madalyne said jokingly as she leaned back a little bit and watched the scenery moving along slowly which was also really relaxing before turning her attention back over towards Nancy and Niah and smiled as they brought up their favorite types of ice cream.

"I personally prefer mint chocolate chip, that's actually my favorite." Madalyne said smiling a little bit as she remembered when she was younger she'd go get some ice-cream with her father, and he'd always buy her that. And she'd always pick out the little bits of chocolate chips and eat them before eating the ice-cream itself. "Also rocky road totally sucks." Madalyne said jokingly, she had never heard of Niah's before really.

[User]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Amtrak - Washington State
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy narrowed her eyes at Niah for a moment, after her fellow demigod insulted her rendition of Cherry Bomb. "You dare insult the singing of a child of the God of Music?" Nancy asked, her voice sounding raspy - a combination of Darth Vader and Lord Voldemort. She held the gaze for a moment before she started to snicker, her facial expression changing to one of glee. "Just messing with you," she explained, giggling a little bit. She did enjoy singing, but she also wasn't going to be offended by Niah's joke. She liked Niah and she trusted her. Had someone else said it, well, then there might have been issues. Nancy's temper was... strong.

 "What's Moose Tracks?" Nancy asked Niah. "Also, Rocky Road is the best ice cream flavor for a key reason - the nuts and marshmallows. The nuts are crunchy and give a good bite to it, while the marshmallows are like fluffy little pillows for your teeth. And then the chocolate base? It's heavenly. It's also consistent no matter where you get it from, you know that they'll have it and that it'll taste the way you expect. And as demigods, it's symbolic - our life is a godsdamn rocky road."

[Assistant]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: Amtrak train
Skills:

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Niah tensed up when Nancy spoke about being the daughter of music, but when Nancy cracked a smile Niah laughed. Niah was relieved. They had reached actual friend status.

"Oh my gods, you've never heard of Moose tracks." Niah sat up straight up. "Okay, so you have a vanilla ice cream base, peanut butter cups, and strips of fudge. Just the right amount of flavor. There are even mint flavored ones. But I prefer the classic vanilla one." Niah liked mint chocolate chip ice cream, and if a place didn't have moose tracks that was usually her go-to.

They would have to figure out how to get some. There were a bunch of different flavors out in the world, they just needed to get to like a Safeway or something. "You are right though, the demigod life is definitely a rocky road."

She looked at Madalyne, "You did do a great job. Without you, we definitely would have had to fight the Chimera." She shivered not wanting to have to deal with its poison tail.

[User]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Washington, Train Tracks Again -> Williston, North Dakota
Skills:

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It was another day before the train made a couple of other stops and for the most part things were uneventful for the train ride there wasn't any other monster encounters yet which was actually a good thing as well. Madalyne spent some time reading one of her books that she had brought with her. She was still on alert when the train made its next stop, she was starting to get really bored being in the train again, and it would be really nice to stretch out and move a bit. The weather was starting to turn bad though as there were a few thunder clouds rolling in now as well.

Madalyne stretched out slightly as she stood up looking over at Nancy and Niah. "So should we go out and stretch out a little bit?" Madalyne asked, as she decided to go and get some fresh air as well. Making her way over onto the train platform, there she noticed a map and went over to look at it. They weren't to far from Fargo which was a good thing, though they would have to travel over on foot or find some kind of transportation from there.

[Assistant]
☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Amtrak - North Dakota
Skills: Sleight of Hand

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 Nancy's legs felt stiff. She had chewed her way through almost her entire pack of bubblegum. She had even looked through the drawings on all of her tarot cards out of sheer boredom. The train didn't have any sort of instant entertainment. All she had to do was to talk with Niah and Madalyne (which was rather fun, but she couldn't fill all of the time constantly talking with them) or staring out the window at the scenery that blurred on by. She had spent decades in a place where time stood still and now, on a train speeding towards their destination, Nancy was beginning to chaff at the inactivity.

 When they were just a few stops from their destination and the train came to a rest stop, Nancy instantly leapt up out of her seat, thrilled to be able to stretch her legs. They could probably buy some more food with the rest of the cash she had "borrowed" earlier - but first things first, Niah needed a phone. A smart phone. She still didn't get how those small buttons were usable, but that wasn't her problem. She went into the aisle and was about to bump into a businessman, when he turned and saw her going for his pocket.

 "What the hell are you doing?" he said, clearly annoyed.

 Nancy thought on her feet. She could have been a child of Mercury. "Argh, I'm... I'm so sorry... Is it... is it hot in here?" she mumbled weakly, stumbling forward as she pulled off a near perfect performance, acting as if she had been caught by a dizzying fainting spell and was not trying to pickpocket the passenger. Her plan was to get enough people asking what they could do to help, ask to borrow a phone to contact her parents so they could bring her some medicine when they picked her up at her stop in Fargo, and then pass along the phone to her sister, Niah, to contact them. "H-help..." she gasped, about to hit the floor.


[System]
Appearance:

Symbol:
Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.

Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.

Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.

Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.

Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

[User]
[color=grey]Naoko- Aura Control Class[/grey]

Naoko listened intently to what the teacher was saying. Despite being a senior, every tiny titbit of information was another step closer to becoming a better fighter, and the potential of what laid before him was astonishing. To be able to control your own aura like that, it's almost like another weapon. Unfortunately, throughout the class, Naoko had difficulty perfectly repelling the attacks of his partner. To focus so intensely like that probably required more than one session of training and probably a tiny bit of talent as well. I mean, class was fine, but Naoko would much prefer a mission. Experience in the field and whatnot.

[Assistant]
Delta Snow - "What happens in Vale, stays in Vale"

(Changing the text color of Delta so it's a bit more noticeable. ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ )

"So… Are you sure we should still leave him be?" Eve whispered to Delta as they both stared at Robert a few rows down, who still had talked with either of his teammates. The man was wallowing in self-pity. Both of them were witnessing the plight of a bespectacled adolescent, twiddling his thumbs, drowning in a sea of angst. "Eh. This is kind of nostalgic. Remember that one guy from boot? Name started with a Y? Cried for his mother the first day we were there?" The two bared a striking resemblance, since nobody seemed to answer their cries for help.

"How about now?" Eve poked again worriedly, Delta slightly shook his head instantaneously in response. "A little bit longer. Let's see if he notices or something happens." Finally, a beacon of hope waltzed over to the loner, bearing gifts of conversation and recognition of his existence. Whatever she was saying was inaudible over the bounds of volume emanating from the slew of topics being flung about the room, but at least she was chatting with the redhead.

A sigh of relief slipped out of his lips, allowing him to ease his posture. "It's alright, besides…" The student trailed of when he heard someone beckoning for him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Grane next to what he presumed to be an old friend of his, with a grin wider than the circumference of Remnant's sun stretched across his face. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised to see the guy in such a giddy state. Delta presumed Grane sported a scowl 24/7, but it just goes to show one can't judge a book by its cover. Well, unless that cover is drenched in scotch, then maybe a conclusion or two could be made. The boy tilted his head at the hand motion his comrade made, it took a few minutes for him to realize that he was supposed to make his way over to the two.

He quietly pushed his chair back and paced towards them. They seemed to be reminiscing over something, maybe about their probably colorful past with each other. Grane promptly introduced the faunus of the hour as Gren Orchid. Delta peered down at the outstretched hand and slowly leveled his own, still a bit new to socializing with people his age. "Likewise. Oh, last name's Sn-"

All at once the rage of a thousand young suns set upon his volar region. The student winced slightly, but kept an overall blank expression as the two shook hands, "...-ow." He managed to eek out the last fragment of the sentence before he retracted his hand back into solace. The boy rolled up each phalange, just to make sure they were still operational. Grane spurred on the conversation by bringing up their team leader, who they had only known for about an hour at the most. He did find it a bit early to start making statements, but given Robert's uneasy demeanor, the faunus' comments were warranted. "Well, there's still much left to be seen. I wouldn't critically analyze him yet. I've had a few squadmates in the past who started circulating assumptions of other members, ended up creating a whole incohesive unit." He firmly stated, then took a double take on Robert, "But even I'll admit that he needs a morale boost." Delta commented with his monotonous tone, plucking a stack held together by tattered rubber bands and thereby proceeded to pocket it. At least Gren came prepared, perhaps he would pursue a life of an entrepreneur after he retires as a huntsman. He certainly found a way to get on people's good sides. That steak sounded pretty alluring right now.

"You're right, we haven't even checked out the city yet! It will be a good learning experience~. Maybe we'll find a few restaurants which prepare chicken!" Oh yeah. That's why birds hated Eve. The familiar had remained silent during the entire conversation and finally decided to chime in. "Oh, sorry. I'm Delta's semblance, Eve. Pleased to meet you, Gren." It bowed its head as a greeting, "I've got a person or two in mind. I'll grab… What did you refer to him as again? 'Sad Sack'?" He spun around on the ball of his foot and began to descend the steps leading to Robert's row.

"You're not drinking."

"I know." Delta followed up without skipping a beat.

"Not a single drop."

The boy stopped next to Robert and a student he was conversing with. "Hey Robert! What's with the sullen look? Anyways, Delta was wondering if you wanted to go out with him and a few classmates later on. It'd be nice to have another person who knows their way around the city on board!" The young soldier presented not one, but two cards in his palm. Eve raised an eyebrow, but suddenly picked up on what its companion was denoting, "Oh, and you're free to come along too, miss…?" Eve trailed off as it looked up at the girl. She appeared to be the same age as Delta, armed with cyanic irises which mesmerized the familiar. A whole lot more interesting than the monochrome slate grey the student bearing it was born with. Hopefully her name was just as interesting.

[User]
Violet Steel

"I'll retrieve this Crimson Volk from the station." Violet declared. With Valin already offering to be the distraction for the Vale Hospital mission it was really the only option she had. She was about to head over to the blue box and pick up the mask needed for the mission when Amber spoke to her. She slowly turned towards him, looking at him with a cold stare.

"I'm only going to say this once, so listen well. I didn't join this group to get shacked up. I joined because I believe what we're doing is for the good of the entire world, that's it. I don't know why you and the others joined, and frankly I don't really care. Just do your part, and I'll do mine." She turned and began to walk away, before pausing and looking at Amber with the corner of her eye.

"And about the whole getting me 'wet' thing…that's sexual harassment… don't do it again." Without another word to Amber she walked over to the cardboard box and pulled out the mask that would identify her as a member of a local gang. She saw no reason to delay her rescue attempt of Crimson Volk and simply left the warehouse.

[Assistant]
Robert Fallson - History Class

"Huh?" Robert replied as a girl he couldn't remember the name of said something. "Sorry, were you talking to me? I don't think I caught that." He had been distracted when Cian sat down, listening to the conversation between Gren, Grane, and Delta. It certainly wasn't Robert's proudest skill, but over the years he had gained an exceptional talent for eavesdropping on things that he wasn't supposed to hear. Back in his old life, it was practically required for him to listen in on other people talking, because the more information you knew on your mark, the better the chances that you would get away.

Part of him wanted to tell his team that he wasn't usually like this, all depressing and sulky, it was just a combination of recent events. Running into the White Fang again after so many years, his team going missing, the possibility that the boy from earlier might be connected to what happened. It was hard not to be a little dow- Oh no, Delta's coming over.

"Oh hey, Eve. What's going on? You here to tell us about Gren's par-" He let it slip. Now Delta and Eve would know that he heard everything. This could get awkward. Knowing there was no way to take back those words, Robert finished his sentence, "-ty?" He gave an awkward smile to his teammate and his little semblance.


[System]
Age:
28
Alias:
Mortician
Appearance:

6' even with a swimmers build of 150.
Skills/Abilities:
Skills:
Boxing for fitness
Standard police detective work
Police pursuant driving skills
Small arms proficiency (preferring shotgun to pistol)
Abilities:
The ability to communicate with the dead. The more recent, the easier to communicate.
0-24 hours: Lots of panic and confusion as the death is so recent and they are frantic for help. It is difficult but not impossible to solve the simple crimes most easily in this small window.
24-72 Hours: More confusion than panic as they are coming to grips with being 'invisible' and probably seeing their dead body for more than a day. These are the most reasonable to deal with and can remember the most details of their life.
72-168: These are much of the last days he can communicate with the dead at the moment as the connection to them and the beyond becomes wispy and out of focus. This is most often single word sentences and pointing.
168+: If the ghost is still around at all, he is usually limited to psychometric impressions until his powers improve.
Weaknesses:
He is a beacon to other ghosts, often leading him to unpleasant conversations at inopportune times.

His power is constantly 'on' meaning his disruptions vary from seeing people in various stages of fading to mental flashes if he pulls out a a dining chair a man choked to death in.
History:
"I see dead people..."
Supposedly born to a librarian for the city and a doctor who lost her license over painkiller prescriptions so had to settle for being a mortician. His father always suspected the boy was not his for a significant reason, he was too good looking. Mortimer's father was a portly pockmarked man who enjoyed his port too much. By thirteen he was already taller than his old man and clearly of finer features. His or not, he was loved the same and carried the family name until his thirteenth birthday when the visions started. Flickers and flashes here or there made him think he was going nuts until he started getting pills to take. When one pill did not work, he took two, then four, then he met his real father.
Some say no two people see the underworld the same way as no two people live the same way. As well read as he was as a librarians child, he did not expect anything as palatial as he was shown; a Greek temple of all black marble with golden veins. There sitting on a throne was a well muscled man who had a scale on one armrest and an abacus on the other.
"This is a responsibility you are not yet ready for. You have not lost your mind, but you have lost your will. I grant you strength to return to the living and understanding of your new power."
He awoke from what was a 5 year coma from the overdose; leaping from 13 to 18 was a traumatic shift in body and mind but he put his renewed vigor to the effort and not only cut through the classes he missed out on but sharpened his skill with the recently dead in his mothers work. From catching up to graduating in only 3 years, he was 21 with his GED when he became a police officer, feeling that was the best way to use his powers to get information from the dead and have the power to persecute criminals to their full justice. That was 7 years ago, he made homicide detective after five and been an investigator for two years now.

Notes: I can see him becoming a 'spirit detective' for a supernatural group in the city or else a collector of wayward souls for his dad until he takes over the family business in a couple hundred years.
Some items i'd like to see him get is his dad's helm of darkness and a pen he can use to give the dead a chance to deliver a final message that keeps them tied here before being collected.

[User]
"First-Degree" Donny

Donny wasn't a happy boy. His soundless flirting with the desk clerk had gone absolutely nowhere. She hadn't even moved from her seat after ten minutes of winking and waving. Such was life. Donny was left with an empty feeling in his guts, and his finger tips still buzzed with the groove. His omnipresent smile was gone. It was the late hours now, but he didn't feel sleepy. It was Friday, for fucks sake. HIS Friday. His night to do whatever he wanted. He could sleep in tomorrow and get back on his tight schedule the day after. He didn't care about Sundays. The time he had firebombed a church after the "Clench" of 99' proved that. He streaked through the night, rolling down both windows. A reckless act for him. In this cruel world, you had but one life and the ease with which you could lose it was almost comical. Donny wasn't the sort of man to take chances, but he was desperate now. He was losing his night, losing his high. The corners of his mouth twitched as he saw something. Ahead was the Gotham Shipyard. A big ol' fire blazed out there. The Russians were active. Perhaps they had some new toys to play with, and if not, maybe he could play with them. There were few things more entertaining than trolling foreigners.

He allowed his van to idle, and coasted silently up into a nearby lot. He withdrew his switchblade. There was something he had to do before continuing. After he did it, he tucked the switchblade away and watched the bonfire. Donny had made dealings with these chumps before. Russians were hard and tough, but as slow on the uptake as molasses and about as imaginative as a dead goose. Their scorched earth tactics during WWII proved about as much. Donny blinked slowly. Gunshots. The men at the bonfire yelled in their stupid blocky language and ran towards the ship. A mushroom cloud of hope blossomed within Donny's chest. There was going to be some fun after all.

He wanted to watch the situation unfold as a spectator, to get an understanding of what was going on. His fedora was cocked back to give him a full view. Only idiots wore their brims over their eyes. What if a gunman was positioned above your field of view, and the hat blocked them from sight? He could always tilt it back down and look like a badass when he was in a bar or safe house surrounded by loyal cronies, or in an alley with a single woman and nobody else. More gunfire. The Ruskies were screaming at each other. Donny could see them trying to file into a door on the ship, only to drop back dead one at a time. It was like an early Metal Gear Solid game, where you could safespot the enemy soldiers and kill them one at a time by hiding behind a corner and abusing the A.I.

Donny blinked again. A shadow had left the ship. He had barely managed to glimpse it. Apparently whomever had fucked up the Russians played Metal gear too. He squinted through the flickering darkness to keep the shape in sight. Donny watched as the figure moved closer and closer, and then stopped ten meters away to muck about with a newspaper and a big Tupperware box-thing. Donny leaned out the window, cupped his left hand to the side of his mouth, and gave the stranger a shout out.

"Ayuh! Don't be alahmned, nahw strangah. I don't mean yah no haaahm. I's jus' admirin' yah handah-work. If yah don't got no rahhhd, there's always a spahh seat in hee-yuh. Bah thuh wahey, name's Donneh. "First-Dahgree" Donneh to m'frands."

TRANSLATION

"Hey! Don't be alarmed now stranger. I don't mean you any harm. I was just admiring your handiwork. If you haven't got a ride, there's always a spare seat in here. By the way, name's Donny. "First-Degree" Donny to my friends."

[Assistant]
Doctor

An unfamiliar sound tipped Spider off. He quickly reached for his dual pistols and pointed them at the source, the source in this case being a white van. He couldn't fully make out the driver, but from what he could see, everything about him screamed pedophile. He had an awfully pale complexion and was sporting a fedora. He sounded like Forrest Gump, if Gump had a sinus infection. Going by his strange manner of speech, he definitely was not from Gotham, or Bludhaven, or any of the surrounding cities. Derrick moved towards the van a step at a time, his pistols both pointed at 'First Degree Donny'. That was the name he tossed around, as if Derrick was supposed to instantly recognize it and gasp in amusement. His movement stopped as soon as he came close to a certain distance, close enough to get a better look at him, far enough to keep him from trying anything funny. It was only then he noticed that the man was a ginger, a fairly good reason to plant a bullet in his head.

"Don't move.", Spider uttered, his voice this time resonating because of his mask. He moved to the back of the van, maintaining the same pace as before while making sure to watch his six for any sudden movement. He mentally counted to three, and then opened the van's doors, expecting at least five thugs to jump out of it. Surprisingly, nothing like that happened. There was no denying that Donny guy had a rather innocent face for a man who could snoop into other people's dirty business without making a fuss about it, which made him all the more unsettling, but Derrick really had to tread through the situation more carefully this time around. Now that he'd finally gotten a partial hold of his brainwashing, he couldn't allow himself to make a mistake that would send him back to Blackgate, Arkham or worse, in the hands of one of Gotham's grade A psychopaths. Word of his escape from the nuthouse already made the papers. GCPD was on his ass, and so were all of his unsatisfied clients. Not to mention how the number of Caped Crusaders had doubled in an attempt to make up for Batman's absence. He couldn't be seen roaming through the streets.

In the end, he decided to give First Degree Donny the benefit of doubt. "Alright, Carrot Top. I'll take you up on your offer., Derrick spoke, taking the front seat. He smirked to himself as he called back to the bloodbath he was responsible for, a bloodbath which happened only thanks to a certain Russian giving Derrick the benefit of doubt.

[User]
Donny nodded amiably as Spider got into the van. It smelled of smoke. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and bullet casings. The back contained two more seats and a large empty space where a water bed had presumably been removed. It was big enough to stand up in, and could hold an entire family of illegal immigrants.

"Ayuh, yuh jus' call me whatevah yuh wahnt. Yuh my guest naow, an' I'll oblige yuh. Three House rules though, partnah."

"Numbuh whun; radio's mahn. Ah got full control ovah thuh radio."

At this, Donny clicked on his stereo. The Rolling Stone's Sympathy For The Devil started up, blasting Congo drums and hoots out through the sound system.

"Rule numbah two; naw backseat drahvun."

Donny put the metal to the metal, and with a roar the van skidded up smoke in place for several seconds before finally earning enough traction to take off. It went from zero to sixty in seven seconds, and the very first thing Donny did after that was fly off of a steep ramp meant for unloading schooners. The vehicle spiraled thirty meters through the air over a large concrete gully, trailing dirt smoke behind it. The two would be upside down and forty feet above ground as Donny laid down the third rule, talking over the loud music and the screaming engine. Mick Jagger tore it up in the background.

*Rode a tank, held a general's rank, as the blitzkrieg reigned, and the bodies staaank...*

"Rule numbah three; Batman's gunnah be hurtun' fah certuhn tonight, and if yuh don't fancuh thuh idea of seein' Gothahm's heruh laid low, we ain't got nuh biznuss tuhgethuh."

The van would just barely make it over the gully, bouncing madly as it blasted between two houses and into a four way intersection. Several crashes echoed behind them as they shot through a red light and sped downtown. If Spider hadn't applied his seatbelt, he'd probably be sitting on his own head.

[Assistant]
Detective Hero really couldn't believe it, here he was in one of the dives of GCDP with the Gordon. He got taken out for a round of shots for catching a crook in an hour after the shooting. It was easier than it sounded.

Three hours ago there was a shooting and he was he closest officer to the scene. The body belonged to a female pimp and cause of death was a 45 to the side. What he saw that no one else did was a twin of the dead woman silently screaming at a worker of the night who was clutching his purse too tightly to simply be afraid of pickpockets.

He touched a patrol officer and had him corner the boy for questioning. A search of is purse turned up the 45, freshly shot, and residue on his hand. A short leap to logic and it was justifiable homicide. All he had to do was claim that she pulled the gun on him, there was a struggle, and it went off into her side. Hero chose to ignore the fact that the pimp had no holster for the 45 and the wallet check on the worker revealed a carry conceal license. He'd rather there be one less pimp on the streets than locking up someone willing to protect themselves.

End of shift and he belted one back with the commissioner himself. The place he had the drink at was a cop dive across the street from a place called "Carradale", it was well known as a criminal place and the brazen act to set up across from the cop bar was a middle finger to the establishment. Suddenly, the door across the street slammed open as a woman screamed while pointing to a man.

"MURDERER!"

Gordon took off after the man into the alley as Hero called for backup and an ambulance. Cops or criminals didn't matter at the moment, there was a death in a public building, the criminals would have to suck it up as the cop walked right in to the body... but he wasn't dead yet! The Carotid was torn to bits with a screwdriver, he was in shock, but he had three minutes to die from bloodloss. The ambulance would never make it.

Semi-pro killer to know anatomy, common enough tool to get on any street corner like a steak knife. The weapon of choice might be a calling card of the killer or a message for why they were killed. He would have to ask the spirit when it left the body.

He approached the woman from just a moment ago and started the line of questions while he waited for the spirit to leave the body. All she was willing to share was that the dead one was Alphonse Sisca and she heard the killer say. "With regards from the Bertinelli family." He took down the notes and got ready to pass them off to the backup when they arrived.


[System]
Factory Overseer Bio
Age: Never gives the same answer twice

Gender: Male

Factory and Functionality: The Mór Brionnú (literally The Big Forge); Perhaps the hottest factory in all of the Infactorium, the Mór Brionnú is filled with pipes leading to various ginormous steel forges and anvils of varying sizes for beating metal of various sizes into shape. Tools are left out in seemingly random places, however Cormac seems to know where they are at all times.

Personality: Cormac can act grumpy and irritated, but he actually does care about the other occupants of Infactorium, always crafting the best possible equipment for them when it's requested. He might grumble and complain, especially when given tasks outside of forging and blacksmithing, but he can always be expected to get it done to the best of his ability. He'll never admit that he does it because he likes people though, insisting that it's because he wants to be proud of his work.

Creator: B;oodAndGuts93

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Overseer Build
Level: 75

Racial Levels:
* (H) Giant lvl 10
* (R) Fire Giant lvl 5
* (R) Fomorian lvl 5

Job Levels:
* (B) Fighter lvl 5
* (B) Armor Smith lvl 15
* (B) Weapon Smith lvl 15
* (B) Blacksmith lvl 15
* (R) Berserk lvl 5

Stat Block:
* HP: 70
* MP: 20
* PHY. ATK: 70
* PHY. DEF: 70
* AGI: 20
* MAG. ATK: 20
* MAG. DEF: 20
* RESIST: 43
* SPECIAL: 42

Stat Total (Power): 375

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Overseer Inventory and Powers

* Hephaestus' Hammer: Awarded to any warrior who can successfully quell the rage of Typhon in the heart of a raging volcano. For saving Hephaestus' forge from destruction, increase your crafting abilities with this divine tool… or flatten your enemies into pancakes, whatever your preference.
* Elderstahl: A sword said to be wielded by a great fire giant who would help to bring about the end of the world along with a frost giant, a wolf, a serpent, and a trickster.
* Gae Assail: A magical spear, capable of being thrown and returning to the wielder's hand afterward. Gained through the favor of a silverhanded stranger.

* Fire Resistance: Thanks to Cormac being a Fire Giant, he is completely resistant to even the highest of temperatures
* Ríastrad: When Cormac goes into a berserker state, it is referred to as a Ríastrad, or Warp Spasm. His attacks receive a damage multiplier while his defense is decreased. He also finds it difficult to tell apart friends and foes. Cold water tends to bring him back to his normal mindset.
* Balor's Eye: Cormac may appear to be blind with his colorless eyes, though that's only half true. He can in fact see through one of his eyes, though he seems to give conflicting answers when asked which it is. Either way, through this still working eye, he also has the ability to somewhat slow his opponents' movements when directly looking at them.
* Surtr's Blessing: When wielding any sword, the blade shall always begin to grow hot and bright until bursting into flame, adding a flame modifier to any damage he does with the weapon.
* Raiders of the Sea: Like most Fomorians, Cormac also has ties with the sea. This allows him to walk upon water as if it were solid Earth.
* Fomorian Constitution: Cormac passively heals faster than most races, though at the drawback that it takes more time after his previously taken damage to begin healing.
* Fortress: Offsets the enemy's attacks.
* Heavy Blow: Raises a weapon's crushing capability.
* Strong Assault: Increases Cormac's attack power, allowing him to increase damage against enemies with heavy armor.
* Body Strengthening: Temporarily increases Cormac's strength.
* Weapon Metallurgy: Can use nearly every known metal with a reasonable melting point into any weapon imagined or requested.
* Armor Metallurgy: Can use nearly every known metal with a reasonable melting point into any piece of armor imagined or requested.

Theme

[User]
Taking a seat alongside the other overseers, Tungsten listened to Faetalis' decree. It... Surprised him. Excited him. But it also made him feel something he's never felt before. As a Cyber Skeleton, emotions are a somewhat foreign concept to him. Strange considering his musical abilities are all about stirring up emotions, but he himself has not felt anything that was not simply programmed into him. And thus those emotions are little more than social indicators that he must act upon based off stratagems and probability. But this emotion he felt right now... He had no response to.

It was not the war against the Nyll Empire that made Tungsten feel this way. He frankly cared very little towards them. While he hopes to facilitate some sort of short war that ultimately ends with peace, Tungsten was also fully prepared to wipe out every single person in that empire if that is what Faetalis commands him to. And doing so would not even trigger any more of an emotional response than if he had to kill one. Really the only thing that concerned him was sending a few more of his agents into the Empire in order to gather more information. No, there was a different thing that worried Tungsten. As Faetalis produced the Soulbound Keys his body tensed. "Thank you, Creator Faetalis. I will be worthy."

After taking his key Tungsten had already sent a command through Io to his Cyber Skeletons to begin construction. For now production of more BIGS and the Excavator Big would have to halt, as those resources will now need to be spent fortifying the floors he now Supervises. He intends to make his floors killing zones. A place where no hope passes through, only allies of the Infactorium. Because once in his existence, Tungsten... Tungesten felt a dark emotion. The feeling of sorrow and dread. Looking down at the key Tungsten closed his hand tightly. If he was capable of tears he would have shed a single droplet.

Due to the attunement of these Soul Bound keys, Faetalis would no doubt be able to feel Tungsten's pain. Maybe even his thoughts. "Long have I awaited for your return, my creator... AlphaQ. When will you return to us? Why have I heard nothing from you, after all this time? Only the Creators would know and none will speak. Creator Faetalis is the only one with us but... Surely, you will return. That is my wish. My desire. But this key... This Authority... This is yours. This was your duty. For me to take up your mantle would mean that... You will not return. Why. Where did you go? Why did you forsake me? What must I do to bring you back?" The Darksteel Colossus sat so absolutely skill, one could mistake him as merely a statue. Whether or not Faetalis knew how Tungsten felt or if she was prepared to tell him, she would know the truth. The truth that no one, not Tungsten, nor any other creator knew.

AlphaQ had died. The mortal player was killed in a car accident. In reality, AlphaQ was but a young woman working a harrowing office job, and one her way home she was struck by a drunk driver. Her insurance wasn't able to cover the cost of the surgery needed to save her life. With what little life she had left, she had told her family not to saddle themselves with the debt of saving her life. It was at the same time she told Faetalis about her fate. She passed shortly after, having never had a chance to try and settle her accounts with the rest of the guild or Tungsten. The whole time, Tungsten simply waited for her. She told him she would return and that he simply needed to continue his duty until her return. When she comes back she'll start working on what she left off on. But now she'll never return, and Tungsten must continue where she left off. This terrified him.

But Tungsten would not tell Faetalis his thoughts. That was not a burden he would share. Even if he knew the truth, even if he had his suspicion, the only thing that keeps him going is that false hope and the duty he was given. Faetalis has given him job and this will give him purpose. The hope of his creator's return is what drives him to live. But the emotions he felt, that is what is going to guide his hand as he designs these floors. His love, his hate, and all of his sorrow, channeled into the creation of these two floors. He will create a wall of guns that will destroy any enemy that arrives, and the remains of their blasted corpses will be the only refuge for any invader. Yes, this is what Tungsten felt. This was the only way Tungsten could cope.

"Our enemies will be grease for the machine."

[Assistant]
Once everyone arrived, the meeting could begin in earnest, and though she managed to keep herself quiet, Mae couldn't help but be a little excited. Any meeting with Lady Faetalis or the other supreme beings was naturally of utmost importance by default, but those occasions that called for the presence of every Infactorium Overseer at once were truly a cut above. Since the guild's arrival in these unknown lands a couple such gatherings had come and gone, but still they never lost their luster, at least for Mae. While her eccentric but endearing family of Maneaters meant that she never felt lonesome, she seldom had occasion to visit -or even hear from- the other factories beyond what little she could glean from the idle chatter of those who came and went in the Gorging Trough. That meant being around her peers -not to mention her betters- always felt special. And yet, today the headless horror had a certain, inexplicable feeling that this meeting would be more extraordinary still.

As such, when Faetlis got started, the immense chef took the biggest seat that the room had to offer and listened at rapt attention, her arms rested atop her belly with her hands clasped. Her boss's first order of business was to disseminate some big news, namely that big things were going to start happening very soon, in one way or another. By sheer bad luck, the sudden introduction of the guild to this particular mountaintop had led to a disruption in the supply of a vital local resource, without which the nearby vassal kingdom would quickly incur the wrath of its imperial overseer. The whole thing went a bit above Mae's pay grade as a humble chef, but it sounded like no matter what Faetalis chose, conflict would be inevitable. Like the true professional she was, however, the supreme one already had plans in the works, and wasted no time presenting them.

A mere moment later, without neither an excess of preamble nor exposition, Mae found herself endowed with a heaping portion of extra responsibility. Supervisor? Floors? My command?! If Mae had a forehead she might have drawn the back of her head across it, or nervously scratch her neck, but with no such facilities she could do little more than wring her hands as the details poured in. It was a lot to take in, but a kitchen expert like Mae could boil the blueprint down to its essential components. Right now Infactorium existed as a cluster of factories atop the mountain, but now the core of the mountain itself would be hollowed out and developed into a series of floors, each one being the essence of an existing factory writ large. But this was more than just the chance for a bigger workplace. This time she wouldn't be just the one brought in to operate the facility that Lord Sugi the Hammer designed; she would be the designer, in charge of the place from top to bottom, bearing both the power to make decisions and the weight of delivering results. Having creative control over a cake was one thing, but a factory? She was just one monster!

But no. Though inner conflict roiled her guts like a bad stew, she swallowed her fears and with a ginger hand accepted her key. As much as she needed him, Sugi wasn't here right now. Instead, Faetalis stood before her, and placed in Mae her wholehearted trust. She hadn't just bestowed upon Mae the honor of defending the guild, but also made her the penultimate defender, with the new Gorging Trough to be situated directly below her own eminent Domain. Not the ravenous swarms of Gammaton, not the machined might of Tungsten, not the inexorable breaker Levia, not even the venerable forgemaster Cormac...her. A morbidly obese monstrosity without a single kill to her name. She would be the last line of defense, the one in whom Faetalis trusted to put down whatever threat all the others could not. It was an incredible responsibility, and though it made Mae a little afraid, it also made her incredibly proud. Her fist closed around the tiny key in her hand, and she beat it against her clavicle. "You got it, ma'am! We won't let ya down, I swear it!"

[User]
As Faetalis brought up the situation in Anzelgard, Cormac began stroking his chin in thought. Looking at things practically, annexing them or leaving them to their own devices had their benefits and downsides. On one hand, bringing them under their protection would give them more resources to work with as well as more soldiers. Though with Tungsten's Cyber Skeletons, one could make the argument that they already a vastly superior source of foot soldiers, the giant felt that a diverse army could only be beneficial as long as they had the resources to support it. However, while conflict with Nyll was inevitable, taking Anzelgard was sure to bring war upon them much sooner. Sacrificing Anzelgard could give them valuable time to prepare. Looking at it practically was a tough decision.

However, Cormac was not some compassionless machine (no offense to the automatons and androids of Infactorium). He was a giant and one that still had a heart. If they could save Anzelgard from destruction, he would plead their case to the other Overseers as best as he could.

Before Faetalis would begin listening to their thoughts on the matter though, she would announce to them the intention to grant them even more responsibilities. It was a great distinction, the giant couldn't argue with that, as he said, "I'm honored, lass," already switching to referring to his former supervisor informally to better grow used to the change in position. However, ever the crotchety old geezer, he couldn't help but still have some complaints. Would becoming a supervisor further pull him away from his metalworking? Most definitely. For now though, the great reward for his service outweighed his preference for isolationism, and he made no verbal remarks. His large hand would wrap around the key as he took it from Faetalis, unintentionally testing its durability despite his best attempts to be gentle with it.


[System]
Age: 15
Digivice color(s): Black with gold highlights.
Backstory: Robert was born to a life of luxury, with his father being the CEO of the electronic company "Tomorrow Electronics", however, Robert's life wasn't like most rich kids being pampered all the time or being abused by unloving parents. Rather his parents spent as much time with their son as possible and according to Robert a bit too much time. You see they were the examples of the selfmade rich folk that started off in poorer families that got to their positions on cunning and ambition alone. This caused them to never want their child to fall to a place such as that, so they were strict with his upbringing, this caused complex emotions to rise in Robert as on one hand he hated being put into such a controlled environment, but on the other he didn't want to make his good, but flawed parents unhappy, so he kept up a public persona of a model high school honor student, but in secret became a hacker and juvenile delinquent with the screen name of "No_World_Order" arranging for practical jokes and sorting though the web for interesting information, which is where he first got the rumors of the digital world which peaked his interest and lead to a series of events that lead to him becoming a tamer.

Base Form: Dorumon
Nickname: Doru (Real creative I know.)
Attacks: Dash Metal - Metal Cannon - Hyper Dash Metal - Dino tooth
Digivolution Line: Dodomon--> Dorimon--> DORUMON--> Dorugamon--> Dorugreymon--> Alphamon--> Alphamon Ouryuken

[User]
Dorugamon and Robert saw Cyclonemon attacking the others rather they couldn't have missed him. They looked at the Digimon that was attacking the others, but they could deal with it after. The other members on their team weren't that weak, they could take care of themselves, at least until they dealt with the Drilmogemon, at least that's what they thought. The Cyclonemon raised it mutated arm and with in it was Liollmon. For a moment they were silent as they realized that Kiba wasn't the only one that brought a Digimon from the castle, there were two others that came with Phase.

"Doru-"

Robert said, but before Doru understood what he was going to say and rushed towards the Cyclonemon. With their speed and flight they could get there just in time and slash open the ugly mutant hand, they could catch him and get him out of harms way. They could save him... If there were no other outside interference that is...

{Crusher Bone}

The Drilmogemon threw a fossil at the pair. Due to focusing on the Cyclonemon they were hit and sent spiraling out of control, Doru recovered just before hey hit the ground, but it was to late and all Robert saw was an arm on a red bloody ground.

Robert realized something, he was angry. He was angry at the Digimon that killed Liollmon, he was angry at the Digimon that prevented them from saving him, he was angry at Kiba for bring in a defenseless Digimon endangering it for no reason, he was angry Phase for allowing them to come with them, he was angry at himself for not being able to do anything, and finally he was angry at their entire group for being arrogant. They should have left the Digimon back at the castle they should have let them into their battle! This was their fault! They were arrogant, they thought they could take care of whatever was in the way! They thought that they were heroes going on a road trip of adventure and fun, but this was not that. They weren't heroes they weren't in a comic book, they were in a war. Robert clenched his Digivice, however, sudden shouting broke him his thoughts.

"Robert!"

Doru shouted at him causing him to flinch. Doru continued.

"Calm down! Listen up Liollmon's core is still intact, it takes more to destroy a Digicore, trust me I know, but we need to get to him before Ugly over there devours it."

Robert was silent. It wasn't time to be sitting around, it was time to fight!

"Right, but we can't get to him without getting though land narwhal over there."

Robert's worry was answered by a glow coming from the area. He didn't want to admit it, but the Masked Kid would be dealing with it. They just need to be focused on the molerat.

"Doru, let's let him handle that, we should be dealing with our pest problems."

Doru went wideyed for a moment.

"Are you sure?"

Robert nodded. Not believing that he was actually going to say this.

"Let's trust him on this."

With that Doru went into a drive before readying his claws.

{Dino Tooth!}

Doru slashed the Drilmogemon across the back once again, leaving a series of x shaped scars like a well cooked steak. Doru came back around and slashed it across the face and then did another turn and across the ribs, before firing a cannonball into the side of his face.

{Power Metal!}

The Drilmogemon was sent staggering back after the cannonball struck his face.

[Assistant]
When he saw Hirschmon get knocked back Danny rushed over to his partner, not wanting the beetle to get hurt any worse. Normally his feelings might have been enough to trigger Digivolution, but he was also completely sure that Dorugamon could handle another Champion on his own. Danny thought back to what happened to Kuwagamon after he was defeated and felt relieved that Hirschmon, despite leaking code, didn't start flickering. "You're gonna be fine, I think." If he had noticed the second attacker Danny would be even less sure of how Hirschmon was doing, especially since Cyclomon seemed to be after Digicores.

Thanks to Dorugamon yelling that Liollmon's core was still intact he picked up on the presence of the Dragonman at the back of Locomon. Danny's confidence that they were gonna be alright dropped significantly as he doubted that the Champion on their side could handle both opponents, and he wasn't too sure about Wolfy and Gilt defeating what he presumed a Champion on their own.

Ignoring the risk of causing further damage he dragged Hirschmon back inside. "What are you doing? I have to help them." At first Danny's thought was to tell the injured Digimon that he was in no condition to fight but he didn't think Hirschmon would take that too well, though he did stop pulling. "In that case stick to ranged attacks, you're not going to be much help otherwise right now."

[User]
Kiba Wolfy

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"No, no no no no no!!!" Kiba yelled as he saw the data leave Liollmons body. Kiba fell to his knees in shock I have captured your knight. A foreign voice said as Kiba looked at Liollmons core. My plan ... failed. My plan didn't work. I messed up. I got a piece killed. I'm gonna lose. IT'S CHECKMATE AND I'M GONNA LO-

"OI KIBA SNAP OUT OF IT!!!" Wolfys voice called out to him as a bright light began to cover Gilt. "Kiba, give me an order dammit." He said as he shook Kiba out of his thought.

"U-um yeah. UH, Wolfy, secure the digicore. We have to get that out of the way before Gilt and Cyclonemon fight."

Wolfy nodded before rushing forward, the liught from gilt stunning the cyclonemon providing him cover as he grabbed the digicore before running back to Kiba. "Got it." He said as the light around Gilt began to fade.

"Good, now provide long range support for Gilt. It looks like he's ready to fight." Kibas voice was shaky as he said that, the light dimming enough to reveal Gilt.

[Assistant]
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Partner Digimon: Zubaeagermon
Digimon Lvl: Champion (In-Training)
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Crimson Lion @Shiyonichi @Duthguy

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"Zubaeagermon!"

 Phase stepped out from the light, abolishing its glow. He focused solely on Cyclomon, even as he instinctively walked in tandem with Gilt. His Digivice spoke clearly from his pocket.

 Its voice was digitized and unisex. "Zubaeagermon! The champion level of Zubamon. It advances without stopping even on flat land or bad roads! It is a Weapon Digimon which can transform into a sword!!"

 "Sword Mode, Gilt."

 Zubaeagermon dashed off into a sprint before leaping up and taking off into the sky. It vanished beyond the clouds, where loud clinks and the sound of metal sliding off one another roamed. A golden gleam blinked into existence as a large sword impaled the earth.

 Phase stepped up to its golden, sleek hilt. Compared to him, it was more like bastard sword, but it would do. He pulled at it and found the weapon to be surprisingly light, as if made for him to wield. He yanked it out the earth and heaved it around to his left side. Its edge was bright with a cool whiteness.

 I'll control your arms, Phase. The legs are yours to move.

 Phase didn't argue instead he simply moved.

 He moved passed the hasty and heated blasts that Cyclomon was spewing. And once he got into range, he leapt onto the massive arm that had crashed down into the railway. His gritted his teeth as he swiftly traversed its length to his neck. The Digimon jerked back, trying to shake him off. But it was too late. Phase yanked his arms back, bringing Gilt's massive blade with him, and hacked its head off with forward arc.

 A stream of data slowly spewed from its severed head as it fell to the ground with a THUMMM!

 Lost. Yea, he felt lost. Angry mostly but lost too. Even as he held Gilt at his side, his foot planted firmly on the slowly fading corpse of Cyclomon. He had felt totally and completely lost.

* * * A * * *

 Liollmon was broken. The lower portion of his body had no feeling. However, he would convey something to Gabumon. A single wish, mentally told, through his leaking data. Yggdrasil... It came to me. Meld my data with, Nyaromon. A miracle will be set into action. His remaining eye fixed itself on the wailing, burned, Nyaromon. Then onto Gabumon. His mouth faintly smiled. Thank you.

 Then Liollmon released his final breath.

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"Doru let's finish this."

Doru and Robert landed on the ground with Robert giving the Drilmogemon a raised two finger come at me. Drilmogemon lowered itself grinding it's feet along the ground to charge and impale the Digimon and his human.

{Drill Crusher.}

The Drilmogemon charged at the two, but they held no more reason to fear it. They looked towards it, as their eyes narrowed focusing on the purple body of their foe. Doru opened his mouth and after a slight pause his voice echoed though the area.

{Cannonball!}

A massive iron sphere shot out from Dorugamon's mouth as it met with the charging Digimon's Drill, for a moment they clashed, but spiderweb like cracks formed on Drilmogemon's main weapon. The drill shattered into pieces which scattered shards of metal around. The Cannonball kept moving entering it, the after a moment exiting out the otherside.

The Drilmogemon broke into code revealing it's digicore as the code flowed around it reforming back into a red and white striped Digiegg. Robert stepped off of Doru and picked up the Digiegg. From the silence it seems that the other battle was over.

[Assistant]
Hirschmon had to admit that Danny had a point with his suggestion to stick to only use ranged attacks, but he never got an opportunity. He was unable to get a good shot at Cyclomon, due to Liollmon's core and later Zubaeagermon and his Tamer who took their enemy out without issue. Just as he was about to see if he could do anything to help Dorugamon, Drimogemon got hit by a Cannonball and reverted to a Digiegg.

Hirschmon didn't really know how to feel when the battle was over. On the one hand none of the humans got seriously hurt, but he was absolutely useless even Wolfy, who also remained a Rookie did more than he did. As he had finally stopped leaking code he forced himself up and turned to the others. "Good job, guys. Just wish I could have helped."

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Kiba looked down at the Core of Liollmon and paused, "Why isn't an egg forming?!" He asked wolfy.

"L-liollmon told me to meld his data with Nyaromons." Wolfy responded as he came back to Kiba with a crying Nyaromon in his hands.

Nyaromon jumped down next to the core "L-Liollmonm, is he, is he really?" He cried as Kiba frowned, his eyes showing the emitomy of gloom.

"Yes I'm ... I'm sorry for your loss." He said as he took out his digivice. "I'll honor his last wish." He whispered as took out his digivice. [Program activating: Meld] The device said as the core, along with the residual data in the air began to fuse with Nyaromon.

Nyaromon began to glow as the lions data entered her. Nyaromon digivolve to ... Wanyamon! An echo said as the small yellow digimon evolved into a whole new digimon.

Kiba, not in the mood to talk, stood up and went back into the train to see Pabumon hiding in an overhead "Pabu?" It asked as it jumped onto his shoulder. Kiba then sat down, crestfallen.

"Good job, guys. Just wish I could have helped." He heard Hischmon say from nearby as his data began to stabalize.

"Huh, at least you didn't mess up." Kiba whispered to himself. The only thing he was good for was strategy. The only thing he's ever been good at was his ability to out do others. "If I had just made a better strategy, maybe ..." He whispered again.

Outside the train, the train tracks had begun to repair.

[Assistant]
Doru still in Champion form, walked up to the rest with Robert right next to him, which was quite the size comparison as Doru was currently the size of a hummer. Robert had a digi egg under his arm as he walked up to them. Looking to the left he walked to pick up Cyclonemon's egg. Doru told the group. Both of them were not showing any sense of emotion or their trademark sarcasm.

"I don't exactly know if this guys were part of the army, but if they were that means that the army knows that we're going by train."

Robert picked up the Digiegg.

"If they were then they would be preparing more ambushes down the line, worst case scenario, is that we run into a field of anti Digimon mines along the track, but the only other alternative is going by foot, which would take more time."

Robert walked over next to Doru and continued for him.

"So, the million dollar question is do we go by foot or keep going on Locomon gambling that these guys were independent?"


[System]
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* Age: 21
* Species: Human
* Gender: Male
* Height: 1.96m
* Occupation: Translator. Usually works from home, translating documents online.

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Appearance and Apparel:
Faust has long, blonde hair that is always rather messy (he tends tie it in a ponytail on hot days) , a simple, short beard he keeps in part because he is too lazy to shave his beard twice a week and because he finds it "nice". Standing at 1,90m high, he is a very tall man, coupled with his appearance give him quite a presence.
Faust has a rather muscular body that shows that he used to work out in some point of his life, but now, thanks to his more relaxed lifestyle, he has a very thin layer of fat on his abdomen, making him feel somehow "huggable" and hiding any evidence of him having a six pack. But below it, there are definitely a considerable amount of muscles. His legs and arms are definitely those of someone who used to work out some time ago, still retaining his muscles, especially his legs.

Regarding clothes, he prefers to wear simple and comfortable things such as light t-shirts, flip-flops and boardshorts or cargo shorts when staying home and relaxing. When going out (if it's not too hot), he will wear something a little more elegant (depending on where he is going, of course.)

Personality:

Differently from what his appearance suggests, he is a pretty tranquil guy, despising unnecessary violence. He really only wants to relax and just live his life calmly. Faust actually hates to draw unnecessary attention, and tries his best to not draw much attention (although he is never successful due to his height and long, blonde hair).

Faust is a very intelectual man. He loves to read and study. The saying "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach" has never been so accurate regarding Faust, as he loves to cook, but likes even more to eat. Spicy foods have a special place on his heart.

Faust can be rather quiet and shy regarding romantic matters, but unlike his somewhat distant behavior suggests, he is actually a very warm and affectionate guy.

Backstory:
Faust's story is nothing that exciting, actually its exactly the opposite.
He completed the high school at age 15, graduating in biomedicine at age 20. After graduating, it was about time for him to live alone, go live his own life. Thanks to one of his friends, he was able to rent a flat by a very cheap price, cheap enough for him to pay with his job as a translator. Although he graduated in biomedicine, he wasn't able to find a job on his area (at least not yet).
He was always incredibly curious about demi-humans. He volunteered himself to host a demi-human, although he never thought that he would really be chosen.

House shared with:
Nameless

[User]
Faust Arzt

"Good thing that I always have some tea and coffee here at home..." Faust thought to himself, as he prepared the tea.
Faust was a bit alarmed when he first saw Genesis, due to his clothes, the mask and everything, but it was pretty evident now that he wouldn't cause trouble.

"Faust Arzt is a very special kind of Name" He said already walking towards his room.

"My parents were born in Germany... So that's why I have this name. It may be a little strange here, but I like it." Faust replied.
"How is it? I hope it's to your liking." Faust said, after he heard Genesis opening his room's door. It wasn't long until Faust heard his satisfied voice coming from the room. That was good! After all, that room was one of the few things that Faust had ready.

[color=ed1c24][/I]"He should be already finishing unpacking his things by now..."[/I][/color] Faust thought to himself.
The tea was ready, in a teapot over the table, near two teacups and some sweet biscuits he took from the pantry. Although it was quite simple, it would suffice for a quick snack. He could cook something later for dinner.

"Genesis, the tea is ready. No sugar, just how you asked." Faust said, calling him.

[Assistant]
"Oh my..." was Ragna's first reaction to the sight before her.

The house they were staying on was beautiful. The corridors were perfectly cleaned and nicely decorated. And there was the scent of lilacs everywhere they went.

"I believe I shall take this room," Ragna said as they looked around in a room in the ground floor that was facing the garden. "I like the scent of the grass and flowers coming from the window."

@Daemanis

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Nick's House: bedroom

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She wasn't entirely awake yet. But she could notice the nice man standing in the room
"Oh, hi Nick, would you…"

"..ehh....mind telling me.."

"…the time?"

Hhmm.. she looked down and realized she was barely wearing any clothes.
And she was ashamed.. She covered herself up and wanted to go downstairs to apologize and ask the time. By the time she was dressed, she tried to play with the lamp. She didn't know how to operate it, so she tried a few things. Like shaking it. A few tests later she realized it was not used to stand on, was cold to the touch and she couldn't eat it because the taste was awful.
"Yuk…"
After she had rubbed the dust off of her 60cm tongue, she went downstairs.

She ran down searching for her pretty mate. She came down to find the smell of really tasty food in her little nose. She felt her tummy grow hungry. She found Nick doing things.. She decided to give him a nice hug from behind. A firm grip around his arms and his chest. "Good morning! Here's a hug to make up for earlier. Can you tell me what time it is? What are we having for breakfast? Are we going to explore the rest of the house today? Are…" Plenty of questions ensued. She was looking everywhere as her speaking started picking up pace. Her squeeze on the boy became tighter and tighter with every passing question.

[Assistant]
Having had her fill of the giant fluffy spider, Light rolled gracefully off her, only leaving a tiny hole in the floor when she landed on one foot. Having a look at the annoyed look on her face, Light said. "Considering how rare it is to see a big one like you, and how people are usually off put by ya. Dunno why your annoyed when someone is ecstatic to see ya, you should be over the moon!" Moving over to grab Ms. Zombie lady in a one armed hug, lifting her off the ground a bit, Light said. "You got a fun roomie too! Assuming she can take off and reattach bits of her body." Staring at Haruka with one large eye, she continued. "You can do that, right?"

Being a bit invigorated with all the new blood in the house, Light moved excitedly around. Yoki had taken most of the food by now as Light was a bit too distracted with the new people and didn't have all that hair to use to interact with others, so she was hopeful that they'd all have a nice cookout and whatnot, or head out for dinner or order pizza or something. "Careful Fuzzy spider zombie host. If you both start to cook food, I might just show you two how bad my appetite can get." Light said with a smile, turning to stare at Shau.

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"My parents were born in Germany... So that's why I have this name. It may be a little strange here, but I like it." As Genesis heard that, he said nothing but appreciated this man in silent.

Short after Faust called Genesis, he went outside of his room, making his way to Faust. "I guess... you can talk a little german?" He asked his host, waiting for ihm to sit down as a gesture of politness. It was an old gesture, but Nameless wanted his host comfortable with ihm. He knew that he appeared to some people intimidating. So... he only tried to be as normal for humans as possible and not to creep them out.

His eyes scanned Faust, as if Genesis tried to figure out what he could say to... gain his trust or so. But he lost this hope as he sneezed. There were feathers, a sharp blow of air and rusteling. The Wings were open, touched the celing. "I... i uhm... i am just sorry! So sorry!" It was embarassing for him... just so embarassing.

[Assistant]
With a smile and a "Thank you~", Melissa happily began munching away at her food. It was a good meal, but it wouldn't exactly be complete without the tea. Thankfully, Charles was already working on the self-proclaimed queen's drink, and she couldn't wait to taste it.

In the meanwhile, however, her host family had retreated to a different part of the house to phone someone. In search of other means of entertainment, Melissa grabbed a remote, pointed it at the TV, and turned it on. Unsatisfied with the game show that was currently on, she quickly began searching for different channels, eventually settling on a channel that was currently airing a rather...odd movie, starring an American musician and an American president, both of whom were supposed to be dead. Apparently there was also some sort of reanimated mummy on the loose, but Melissa really didn't care all that much about the plot. She was too busy laughing, after all. Why worry about the story when you're perfectly content with laughing at the movie's funny moments?

It was indeed a fun film so far, but Melissa was still waiting on her tea. "Charles, dear," Melissa called out after finishing the bit of meat that was in her mouth, "when will the tea be ready? I'm awfully thirsty right now."

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Aela Theraphos

Aela looked at Haru in annoyance as she suggested that she would purr but then gave a toothy smile."No we arachne do not pur, but if you want a shoulder rub I can happily oblige. Tell me though do you mind scars?" She asked holding up her hands that were mostly covered in fur except for her fingers which were black chitin and sharp ",Do the dead still feel pain?"

Her attention was then drawn back to the odd unknown monster girl who slid off her back. Before she got to far, Aela gave a huff of annoyance and picked her up by the back of her shirt to raise the girl to her eye level while she spoke this time."Indeed I know the rarity of what I am. I personally though do not enjoy being treated like furniture on first meetings," stated Aela then dropping the girl back on the ground. The other house guest, the demon, hadn't done much and yet Aela had a feeling to trust her the least around their host.

Her attention like everyone elses was brought back to Haru when the sound of something breaking occur where she stood."You are certain I can't bite her? It will paralyze her long enough for her not to touch anything. Or at least may I web her hands from touching something else to break?" Aela asked Shau.

,@liferusher,@Fabricant451,@KawaiiKyouko,@Archmage MC

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Nick's House
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Nick was a little surprised when Dolly hugged him. "N-no, it's me who should be sorry." He replied. "I didn't knock or anything and just barged in. I was the one in the wrong, really." Nick told his housemate.

"Anyway, it's morning and we're having... well, I'm not really sure what you'd like so I just prepared a fairly standard breakfast of bacon, eggs, butter and bread. I have some milk too if you like that." Nick showed Dolly the table of where the breakfast was neatly prepared. The aroma of the food was still strong indicating it was recently cooked.

"And yes, we're going to be touring my house today. Aaand..." Nick stopped Dolly's barrage of questions. "We're going to take things one at a time, okay? For now, let us eat." And with that, both the human and the terranean had begun to break their fast. While he stopped Dolly from bombarding him with questions, he did not want total silence.

"So uhh, would you mind telling me about your home? You know, since I'll be telling you all about my home after we're done."

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Nick's House:

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The first thing Dolly touched upon was the milk. "Hmm.. this food is so tasty!!! Especially the milk. Did you make this? Hmm.. I didn't realize small boobs could give that much milk… " She finished her glass.
When she looked at the plate. She smiled. A 40 cm tongue left her mouth, reaching the plate and emptying it in a matter of seconds. The thick throbbing muscle mass dripped on the table.
"Sluuuuuurrp."
She stretched her arms up. In doing so, she was sticking out her chest. Raising and lowering her shoulders one by one, a snapping sound was made.

"Ahh.." She lowered her hands.

"Well, my home is not quite like this one. Who worked on these? Where did you get the hardened dirt? Oh.. wait.. hehe… you guys don't use spit on your houses." She pulled an angry face with closed eyes, indicating how stupid she felt.
"I'm sorry.. my home.. it was just very messy.. we didn't know we were treated badly.. but… " she looked down. "Eh.. do you mind if we look around the house? "

[Assistant]
"I guess... you can talk a little german?" Genesis asked, standing up near the table.

"Ja, ich kann, Herr Genesis." Faust said, with a heavy German accent and a smile.

"Mein Gott..." Faust said, sitting down and clearing his throat after speaking. It was so long since he had spoken in his mother tongue that it felt a bit strange... almost like if it was a foreign language. That surprised Faust a little bit, but it wasn't that unexpected, since he almost never used german to anything nowadays.

"Meine Deutschkenntnisse sind schon etwas eingerostet... My German is a little rusty..." He said, repeating the phrase in English.
"Sorry about that. It's been a long time since I spoke in my mother tongue, it feels a bit weird, you know?" Faust said, laughing.

"Please, go ahead!" Faust said, pointing to the tea, already in the table.

But suddenly, a gust of wind hit Faust in the face as Genesis sneezed, feathers flying on the air, as he stood there with his wings open.
"That was... something!" Faust said, with his eyes wide open, surprised.
"Don't worry, I'll clean it later. Lets just drink our tea for now, or it'll get cold, shall we?" Faust said, with an amicable smile.


[System]
Age: 23

Gender: Female

Personality: Cold, methodical, and absolutely against the entire concept of 'wishes' in the first place. As a Master, she holds to the view that her role is support: sustain the Servant, gather information, and avoid having to interact with the others taking part in the war (or people in general). Despite being a born-and-bred magus, she holds no great antipathy for technology; only an idiot would hate a potentially useful tool.

Skills: She's not completely technologically illiterate! That's not to say she's immensely good with it, but Bridget isn't defeated by the mere concept. She's also good at freehand drawing.

Abilities:* Sorcery Trait: "Bloody Circuits". The Carran family has long existed as something of an oddity: extremely plentiful, good magic circuits... and an ability to utilise magic energy below that of an average magus. The accumulated energy simply melds itself with bodily fluids far more than is normal, leading to their blood containing far more energy than is at all normal. They also have the ability to control their blood once outside their body, which without the appropriate knowledge would only be useful for not bleeding out when they need this level of mana for something.
* Runes: Bridget can be considered something of a master of this type of magecraft, though she can hardly inscribe them as fast as some. Instead, if there's some need for high power or rapid inscription... take a little of her blood, and have that form the required rune on some surface. A momentary action, a spell, and the energy to power it all in one. She prefers to set up more subtle or permanent effects, but in no way shies back from something more destructive... or being able to use them to boost speed for a quick escape.
* General Knowledge: Though not specialised in anything else in particular, both carrying her family's magic crest and an interest in conserving her own blood give Bridget a good understanding of thaumaturgy in general. She also has a surprising knowledge of Formalcraft.
* Elemental Affinity: Earth

Brief Backstory: The heir to an old family, Bridget herself has little involvement with the Mages' Association, church, or too much interest in socialising in general. Her father, on the other hand, cultivated a good deal more relationships and was involved in the fighting preceding the dismantling of the Fuyuki Holy Grail... at least until he died, that was. Having found out that some idiots went and rebuilt the thing, Bridget decided to honour his death by setting out to dismantle the new version.

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Saber

With her Master's prompting, Saber immediately set about emptying the drawers. Each outfit was examined, neatly folded, and placed upon the bed in turn. For the black-haired had no intention of making a decision for herself. While certainly, she was not lacking in independence, this particular matter was tied to her desire to be of service. One who serves a Master must be presented in a way that is of benefit to that Master. Her manner of dress would reflect on her Master, would it not? Certainly, her nature would not be exposed in public, but at the same time she was still serving her Master and therefore it was only appropriate for her to be dressed in a way that was under her Master's consideration. This was, Saber felt, a basic portion of her services.

So, once every single drawer was completely, totally empty, and all the clothing was neatly laid out and folded on the bed, Saber turned towards her Master.

"Kishinami-dono," she began, "While in most circumstances my clothing would be determined by my own decisions, it is important that I reflect well upon you. Please, select my manner of dress."

Fio Mal-Rai

Well, this was uneventful. It seemed most of the Masters had guessed that engagement on the first night was not the best idea, at least where they could potentially be seen. Fio couldn't really complain, she had figured all of this into her plan. The entire reason she took these routes was because they were covered. But still, she could have at least seen something fishy on the way to the bookstore. Some kind of lead towards the other Masters. But no, aside from sparse civilians, there was nothing in particular that seemed out of the mundane, ordinary-...

Wait.

Fio stood rigid for moment, then slowly turned towards her right. There, in the darkness of the alleyway, there was the faintest of glows, a barely-present light that was perceptible only to a magus. There. That was her lead. Without hesitation, she sprinted into the alleyway, coming to a halt only when she drew close enough to identify the glow. It was a sigil, a circle encoding the processes of some form of thaumaturgy inscribed on the brick wall. Narrowing her eyes, Fio knelt down beside it. Certainly, no-one would place such a thing without some sort of intent behind it, and it was unlikely any magus but one of the Masters here would attempt such a thing. However... what kind of magecraft was this? Her attempts at analysis ended in failure. Something about this sigil was strange, strange in a way that Fio did not like.

"... Caster, can you identify this? There's something strange about it, I can't determine what the magus who inscribed it was attempting."

[Assistant]
Archer

Archer regarded the stones for a moment as his Master held them out. "An interesting bit of magecraft I suppose. I'll set to work placing them immediately while performing my own reconnaissance." With that Archer snatched up the stones and hurriedly exited the abandoned house, using his superior agility to leap quickly to the roof and then maneuver his way across the area from the high ground while being as unobtrusive and stealthy as possible, though he doubted the ordinary humans of this age would have the sense to look up and see him at the speed at which he was moving. As he did he both laid out marked stones at what appeared to him to be inconspicuous spots that offered an overall accurate view of different sections of the city and examined the area for himself.

Things certainly had changed since his day, even if this was a foreign land. As far as he knew this city was considered relatively small compared to some of the bustling metropolises of the modern age, yet towards the main streets and what appeared to be the center and lower portion especially the buildings rose to a height that dwarfed anything constructed by mortal hands during his own lifetime. He supposed that if he were inclined to care he might even feel some pride in these obvious signs of humanity's progress, but those days were long past. The thought filled him with a certain bitter longing, so atop the roof of one of the taller buildings he paused for a moment to look up to the moon wondering at what might have been.

But only for a moment. Once the stones had been placed in what seemed like a satisfactory surveillance network and he had scoped out much of the area there was only one thing left to do. He dropped down into what seemed like a small shopping district and slipped inside a clothing store easily evading the so-called 'security' systems in place. Once inside he stripped some clothing from one of the fake men, then visited a few more and repeated the process. When he was done he had acquired a fine long red and gold coat with serviceable fringes of fur, high platformed riding shoes as befitted a member of the noble warrior class and a broad-brimmed feathered hat to keep sun and wind from his face as he shot. With his own personal jewelry atop it he deemed himself properly dressed for the modern age.

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Mamoru Hayashi

Finally, Mamoru was ready. It had taken ages longer than it should have to prepare the summoning ritual for the grail war, but with Galatea acting as his hands in properly preparing it even while he personally oversaw each step he couldn't be too careful. Everything had to be precisely placed, and with hands other than his own doing much of the work the young man had had to take what seemed to him like an eternity. One mistake would cost him incredibly dearly after all. This was Mamoru's one chance to prove himself to his family that, despite his physical difficulties, despite his young age he could still be of use to them. From the wheeled chair in which he sat in his rather comfortable hotel room he allowed himself a small smile as his more-than unusual maid Galatea ensured that the last preparations were completed and he began the chant. Hopefully the Servant he planned to summon would be enough, not just to do all of that but to prevent this new Grail from falling into evil hands that would misuse its' power. But regardless, now was the time!

"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"

Yes, finally, Mamoru Hayashi, discarded and pitied son of his family, was ready.

[User]
As if on cue, Caster took form next to Fio, bowing towards her before turning to the sigil she had been examining just moments earlier. True, he didn't have to transition out of his spirit form as he did, but retaining a physical form helped him process his thoughts better. Subconsciously fanning himself, Caster looked at the circle from multiple angles before sighing and shaking his head.

"I have a vague idea of what the circle is used for- a bounded field, clearly- but without any further circles to compare it to, I cannot ascertain its strength or region of origin. I would, however, recommend we not tamper with it; it's very likely that the creator of such a thing had the insight to set up traps, and we might be in trouble if any of those go off." he stated simply before glancing at the books Fio had in hand.

"On that note, though, I would also like to prepare our own base of operations; should we continue without a suitable location for defense and recovery, this war becomes infinitely more difficult."

[Assistant]
Rider
As Mamoru finished the chant, a blinding red light shone from the center of the circle. Spurs jingled as a man in a long duster appeared, walking over to the chair in the corner of the room. From one of his pockets, he took rolling paper and tobacco, rolling up a smoke. Wordlessly, he struck a match on his thumb, bringing it up to his cigarette and taking a long drag. Finally, he tipped his hat to look Mamoru over, and spoke in a thick southern drawl:

"Awright, kiddo, let's get this over with. What makes you think I should accept you for my Master? What're you plannin' to do with the Grail?"

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Erasmus Tormod
Tormod Manor. A sprawling home of a line of maguses dating back to the age of Vikings. Runes served as deterrents against other magi, which was fortunate- he was preparing to summon a Servant for the upcoming Grail War. The house's butler, a tremendous man in a custom-tailored suit, stood behind Erasmus as he finished the ritual, chanting in old Germanic tongues.

"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!"

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Sister Phoebe Miriam - Church convent

Sister Phoebe's sense of unease dissapated more as the dark mist surrounding her Servant disappeared, and she couldn't help but blush faintly as he removed his helmet. If he was who they had intended to summon, then of course he would've had to be handsome, but still...

"Ah... Saber..." Confirmation of his class helped alleviate her fears, as... Well, there was only one class he could possibly be summoned into, wasn't there? It seemed like the summoning had gone off without any problems, and so the white nun breathed as sigh of relief. However, this was soon replaced with a puzzled expression as the knight claimed that he could not use his sword just yet, and required a replacement. "I apologise, Sir Saber, but we are but simple, peaceful nuns and thus have no-"

A loud clank echoed through the room as Sister Alicia dropped what looked like a sword handle on the floor. Another followed, as Sister Lucia retrieved a spiked mace from her robes, and yet another as Sister Katherine threw out several hatchets. With a look of shock on her face, Phoebe turned to Sister Silvana, who somewhat sheepishly disarmed herself of two handguns, an automatic rifle, about ten grenades and a machete.

"Um... Well, um... I s-suppose we, um, we do have... Um... Anyway, we should, um, probably go see the, uh, the overseer and make this... Official, and, um..." Noticing the sour look on a few of her fellow nuns' faces when she mentioned the overseer, she felt it was probably better to leave them behind and just go with Saber. After all, Lucia and Silvana especially didn't seem overly fond of the overseer for some reason. "Come, Saber, um... Um, let us make, um, haste." Sighing once more, she turned and left the room, heading towards the woman the church had chosen to act as adjudicator for this grail war...

[Assistant]
Hakuno wasn't quite sure what to make of this scene. At first, she figured Saber was just looking for a colour she liked, given that the magus' clothing tended towards the bland, single-coloured variety. The most stylish clothing she owned either had stripes, or cartoonish designs that, of all people, Hakuno wasn't sure she wanted Saber to be looking at. By the time all of her clothes were now refolded and sitting on her bed, Hakuno had a look of bemusement on her face.

"...Er, well... I don't think you need to reflect me or anything?" Hakuno replied, "I mean, it's not like I look all that good in the first place."

Choosing a shirt at random, she unfolded the solid, light-blue garment and lifted it eye-level, "I don't think you need my help to choose stuff like this, anyway. We can always buy you something cuter, right?"

[User]
With Archer off placing her surveillance rocks, Bridget turned her attention back to her current living quarters and preparing for the war in general. It was unlikely anyone that wasn't a magus would even notice the house; she'd set up a bounded field to deter people from paying it any heed before even preparing to summon a Servant. Her current task, then, was to make sure that if it came to it, she could abandon the place in one go and hopefully deal with any intruders.

In practice, this meant that all it would take was a little bit of energy to one of the symbols laced into the whole thing, and an inferno would consume the building and anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in it. Bridget had no plans for that to be her, since those particular runes were by the doors.

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The Other Saber

The Servant displayed no visible reaction to the disarmament of the supposedly 'peaceful' nuns. The church bearing arms was far from a strange thought, stranger that his Master's entourage were armed and she had no awareness of the fact. An added layer of protection for his Master was not unwelcome. This, then, lead him to take weaponry only from the most heavily armed of the sisters, grasping the rifle and the machete before catching up to Phoebe, falling in line by her shoulder.

The modernity of the weapons would, Saber presumed, shroud his identity from the others even further than his abilities already did. Even his class could hardly be determined with the two unusual weapons.