[System]
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Shadow, TBA, TBA

Gender:Generally Male

Age: 25

Skills: * Dual-wielding
* Stealth
* Impersonation
* Master Scythe fighter

Magic: Nex is a master of Shadow Magic, which allow him to control, manipulate, energize, and solidify shadows to use in combat, as well as for a variety of other things, this also allows him to become as formless as a shadow, thus allowing him to change how he looks. Here are some examples of basic spells, and his #1 most Powerful spell that has earned him the majority of his infamy:* Shadow Bolt: A bolt of energized shadow that can be fired either in rapid fire or more powerful charged shots
* Shadow Scythe: A shadow contsruct that takes the form of a scythe, the blade of which is extremely sharp and can grow, shrink, and even be made into a whip like projection, doesn't harm the caster.
* Shadow Tendrils: Rather self explanatory, this spell allows Nex to summon tendrils of shadows, either for combat, utility, or for fun, if you know what I mean

Equipment: * The Black Book:Effects of said book are TBA

Personality: Nex is very much like a young child in his way of reasoning, if he sees something he wants, he'll take it. Anyone who gets in his way will be removed quickly and painfully.

Biography: Once upon a time, there was a young mage of great power and skill, so much so that he was even granted the honor of training under a member of the mage's council. rom the age of 7-14, he buried himself in his studies, wanting to prove to all that he was worthy of this honor. One day, however, he stumbled upon an ancient grimoire that seemed to be made from the hide of a black dragon. The tome wreaked of dark magic, and yet instead of repulsing the boy, it only drew him towards its, like a moth to a flame. The moment he laid his hand upon it, the book sprang open, the pages full of nothing but darkness that surged forth and consumed the boy dragging him screaming into it's dark depths.

Others: As long as Nex serves the book and has it in his possession, he cannot be killed, only severely wounded. He can still kill himself, however, from over use of his magic.

[User]
"Yeah, I didn't really get a good look myself either," Chloe said conversationally as she stepped out from the shadows of the gatehouse door and walked toward the group of knights who stood beneath the open gate to the city. There was a playful bounce to her step and she swung her arms in an exaggerated manner. Her body was wrapped in the same white paper coat that she had worn to the meeting the other day, only it was a little worse for wear. Her face was clean, save for a slight smudge of dirt on her cheek. If she had noticed it bothered her little.

Chloe turned toward Kendrick. "So what about me? Do I have a nice body?" Chloe said playfully, coming to a stop several feet from the group. To negate any tension her presence may have elicited she closed her eyes and laughed gently. She placed her hands together behind her back cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier. And you must be HaZaEl," Chloe said playfully as she deliberately fumbled the pronunciation of Hazael's name. "We didn't speak yesterday. But here I am. And here you are." Chloe stood upright and laughed heartily to herself before curtsying to Hazael.

[Assistant]
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon began strolling down to the gate, this time accompanied by four members of the Kings Guard that he trusted completely, they weren't coming but he wanted them to help him keep Civvies away from the discussion... the those pesky city guard. The Other Guardsmen looked very prim and proper, in full uniform. They were walking with stone espressions, even if one of them was quite the talked off duty and could rarely hold his liquor, and their mere presence made people keep to the edge of the street, for to them this looked like official business and you never get involved in the official business of the upper classes if you valued your livelihood. On the other hand Damon looked more at ease, he was more relaxed, but not slobbish. He was still in full uniform but he hand casually rested on his hilt and his expression was one of exhaustion. Damon hadn't got much sleep, truth be told he spent most the night on duty and the rest lying down in one of the palace's guest rooms, alert for the slightest sign of movement.

Eventually he arrived at the gate to meet the trio and one other from yesterday, his men fanning out to keep the area clear of miscreants and allow them an area not filled by an army of civilians. Officially he was here to inspect the city guard and check that it was ready to deal with this arachnoblaster should Hazael's group fail, unofficially he was here to help in anyway he could. "Commander, these are some of my most trusted few, they have been informed of what should happen should an attempt be made on anyone in the palace's life. They are here to listen, observe and give me an excuse for missing my shift today." he said, adding the last part with a nervous smile, pretending he was happy to be off work. "So whats the plan?" he said getting to within a meter of the group.

[User] Bristlebane snorted and wake up blurry-eyed to see some army people and the MAGIC PAPER LADY! He shook himself awake and discarded the raggedy blanket thing he was sleeping under and stood up. She seemed to be in a good mood maybe she would be willing to teach him magic today. "Yeah whats the plan peps, and does it involve explosion?" he asked echoing Damon's question. He didn't see the gunner lady yet so probably not. He thought about when would be the best time to ask the paper lady when he could learn magic. Probably right after he did something heroic like saving her, Bristlebane began constructing a plan to win himself her favor and learn how to make the ultimate paper everything. Mostly airplanes but he could probably make other cool stuff as well.

[Assistant]
Nex was on top of the gate, watching everyone assemble, wandering what he should do. He didn't remember anything that had happened after his master had taken control of him, and he had woken up just an hour ago in a nearby alley. He hoped his master hadn't offended the paper lady in anyway. Deciding he'd had enough waiting, and being a little bored and mischievous, Nex jumped from the top of the gate onto one of the male knights that had accompanied Hazael, except he didn't look like himself, but like the paper mage lady. He was still wearing the same clothes however, or more to the point, wearing the same lack of clothes.

"Nex has arrived to slay the monster too!"

[User]
"Thought we covered that already? Kill a big ole spider."

Cassie gave a half-assed salute as she walked past the four stone faced guards, her cannon swaying from the harness on her back. She gave a wink to Chloe as she ruffled Nex's head.

"I'd say your body is quite...magical? Was that too much? Probably too much. I can never tell. Job of extremes and all that."

The bombardier slammed the cannon down onto the stone with a loud thud, giving a proper salute to Hazael before adjusting her monocle and patting the Howler and the heavy case strapped to her hips.

"Ma'am. Lieutenant Cutie, liking the armor, very intimidating. Puncture rounds, usually used for dropping braced walls during sieges, should kick through the critter's hide and wreak some havoc. These ones are modified slightly, so there SHOULDN'T be collateral on anyone up close when it hits, but it also means the booms are a bit smaller. But don't worry, I'm the best there is, so just trust that my shots won't hit any of you. I also have scatter shots in case there's infantry or the like trying to give backup, though I really don't recommend being near the target if I use it. I'm ready to go when you are."

Extra ammo, designed to minimize impact on her allies. Grenades to light everything on fire if someone gets too close to her. She pulled her pistol out to double check the ammo. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. Her heart gave a skip. No drills, no practice shots. She got to blow up a big freaking monster with her cannon. Some days, it was wonderful to be alive, despite the situation. She'd get to hear her baby sing again. Leaning the cannon down into a makeshift bench, she sat down on it, lighting up her pipe and giving puffs with her signature jackal grin.

"Our group seems much smaller than yesterday. Where are we intercepting the beastie?"

[Assistant]
Avon Ruhame

After a good nights rest, and a tastier then usual breakfast ( courtesy of his favorite tavern ), Avon took his time getting back to the gate. As expected, he wasn't the first one there, not even close by the looks of it. Hazael was there, obviously, as well as a few faces he recognized from the crowd the previous day. However, not all of them he had seen before.

Anyhow, as he drew in closer, he heard them speak. The first one he heard was a girl who absolutely butchered Hazael's name. The second, was talking about the guard and asking for the plan. Others continued to go on and show they were present, and a few of them started to go about talking to each other. Avon was feeling a little less intimidated by the group then he had the previous day, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to any of them yet.

Avon didn't want to shout above the others to introduce himself, so he inched towards Hazael, all the while listening as before. One of the ladies gave quite the speech. He would have been slightly less inclined to listen to the bombardier talk if she hadn't been so pretty. Avon then slapped himself lightly to get himself out of the mindset. Now's not the time for staring, now's the time for action! he pep talked himself while he merged with them.

[User]
Dante

Dante had gone back to his forge and whipped up a special pistol, just for today. He happily slung it over his belt and displayed his sword proudly as he went back to where they would be meeting. "Hello!" he said cheerily, eyeing the people that were there. "Seems to be the same people from yesterday still." he said normally, a slight undertone of happiness as he approached Chloe again, her being the only person he really knew at all here. "Hello, Chloe!" He greeted her, grinning as he pulled the pistol out, eager to show her. "I made this last night, it has special combusting flame bullets, and fires as strong as a cannon!" he said enthusiastically, beginning to ramble a little.

[Assistant]
Chloe was cut off in her stride by the sound of an unpleasantly familiar voice, causing her to slowly turn head toward the source with a momentarily tense look on her face. Her two admirers from yesterday had arrived. The dark mage and the monkey. The fact that Nex had taken her face was also more than a little disconcerting. Though she laughed at the sight her brow suggested a distinct lack of amusement."Hehe, yeah, that's not creepy at all," Chloe said more to herself than to Nex.

The women called Cassie made her own entrance a moment later. She had an aura of natural confidence around her that made her presence known. But it was the object on her back that was making Chloe more than a little inwardly nervous. A cannon. It was not the technology itself per see that bothered her but it kind of suggested a specific preference toward blowing things up. And fire. Chloe felt a nervous tinge in her stomach that made her keep her distance. Which was why the arrival of Dante came as something of a relief.

Chloe turned to face him and waved in greeting with a radiant smile on her face. "Dante. Oh, what's that you have there?" she asked rhetorically as she leaned in toward the gun that he was holding, his enthusiasm almost blinding compared to the lacklustre enthusiasm that she showed toward her own craft. "F-fire huh? That's...amazing, really," Chloe said with a slightly nervous laugh as she stood up and backed off just a little.

[User]
Nex smiled as Cassie patted her head, before she switched back to his default form and jumped off the blonde knight's back, the one Hazael called Assie. "Sorry Assie, I was bored and wanted to pounce on someone, and you looked like a fun person to mess with." Turning to Chole, Nex turned his head down as he walked up to her, clearing his throat as he tried to get her attention.
"Um, excuse me paper lady, but Nex is sorry for anything the Nex's master may have said to you, and for almost hurting you with he book. Nex forgot abut Master's curse on it, says something about protecting his secrets. I hope you'll forgive Nex, he didn't mean to hurt you." Nex then reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a black necklace of exquisite finery, the gemstones being a dark maroon in color.
"I saw this in a jewelry store once and made a copy using my magic. I hope you can forgive Nex, Nex is really, truly sorry for what Nex almost did."


[System]
Age: 68

Class: Techsorcist

Equipment:
Two Mars-Pattern servo arm mechadendrites: Suspensor equipped servo manipulators intended to individually tip tanks and other heavy vehicles for repair. Also effective for rending impudent heretics limb from limb.

One Malice-Pattern heavy battlefield repair Mechadendrite: The most comprehensive of mechadendrites intended to provide anything a devout servant of the omnissiah might need to service and repair damaged vehicles and machinery in the heat of battle.

One Malice-Pattern melta drill mechadendrite: A heavy mechadendrite with a melta drill designed to reduce obstacles such as bulkheads and solid rock to glassy slag.

Guardian-Pattern Machinator Array: Enhancing strength and framing the body with thick plates of armour make the user a veritable redoubt on the battlefield but significantly reduces agility and can seem de-humanising to those uninitiated in the ways of the mechanics. [Heavily modified] As armour plates are damaged Malek replaces them from any available source, the markings of a leman russ and a lightning attack craft are visible. Less visible is the extensive network of wards and psy conduits beneath the surface. Foul agents of the warp will have a difficult time penetrating armour bearing the fruits of the omnisiah.

Reductor-Pattern potential coil: A large, deforming in size potential coil designed to provide power to large frame secutors.

Malice-Pattern Autocannon: The Malice-Pattern has its trigger group and grips removed and replaced with a locking tab designed to be griped with a Servo arm. This allows militant tech priests access to considerable firepower on the battlefield whilst also being able to move the weapon out of reach whilst they work on repairs or other sensitive tasks.

Logis Implant
Karrikan Lock arms
Bionic legs
Bionic Respiratory System and Heart

Skills:
Techsorcist:
Created by Magos Eremor in the latter half of the 36th Millennium in response to the reappearance from the Warp of the Space Hulk Fatum Posterus, within the Calixis Sector the Techsorcists have long been on the frontlines whenever heretical technology has been found. Some Forge World Tech-priests develop an interest in analyzing corrupted Machine Spirits. Unusually for Tech-priests, Techsorcists are capable of intuitive thinking, speculation, and improvisation, and are famous for their lateral and often unorthodox process when strict logic and standard procedures fail. This is an invaluable tool for an Inquisitor trying to understand his foe's weaknesses. In the service of the Inquisition, a Techsorcist performs all the typical tasks of a Tech-priest, but has a deeper understanding of how Chaos mutates and adapts technology. Within the Calixis Sector the ranks of Techsorcists have swelled as the demand for trained Daemon-hunting Tech-priests has grown. A trained Techsoricist, if not several, are in the employ of nearly every Ordo Malleus Inquisitor in the sector.

Combat Tech: Malek is well used to the booming of guns and the screams of the dying. No distraction can keep him from tending the wounds of the noble machines of war.

Bulwark: "He who can weather the ministrations of the enemy without suffering for it must bear the weight of fire before their brethren." Malek after the breaking of the siege of Svartálfaheimr. Malek knows how to use his massive frame to attract the attentions of the enemy whilst his allies move in for the kill.

Apperance: [this is a bit more accurate than the picture i had]

Standing near seven feet tall and six feet wide at the shoulder Malek is a veritable juggernaut of metal green drab painted plating. The markings of a leman russ and a lightning attack craft are visible on plates of metal girding his form.

From the sternum extend two large articulated arms ending pincers as big as a man's torso. The right upper back sports an arm equipped with a large conical melta drill, the likes sometimes seen on heavy mining servitors. The left upper back sprouts a veritable workshop of tools ready to balm any machine spirit's pain.

Wearing no robe the Tech Priest's devices and standings are painted across his chest plate and pauldrons. His head featureless other than a brace of three lenses on the right and one on the left stays unnaturally still during conversation . This metal man's voice is oddly melodic and natural sounding, almost that of a singer.

Advice
Tank impersonation

[User]
As Malek looked up from his work, guiding the other adepts in their works he noticed the feed from his servo skulls. He noticed the Inquisitor's party seemed to be in the middle of a pitched battle between rioters and arbites. "How did…nevermind. Adepts, finish your assigned task and return to regular duties, I must leave".

Malek made his way to the vehical bays and approached one of the engineseers there. "I require a fully equipped valkyrie in the next five minutes."

"By the Omnissiah I don't know who you people think you are to believe you can take such…"

Malek turned and bowed slightly to better show the Techsorcist sigil on the shoulder of his massive robe.

"Oh… of course. Bay delta four oh seven."

"My thanks Engineseer." Malek's steel shod feet echoed their way down the hanger toward the aforementioned bay.

"Damn black hoods" the enginseer muttered once he thought Malek was out of earshot.

In bay delta four oh seven sat a crimson valkyrie with servitors detaching fuel lines and an adept finishing the pre-flights. Wordlessly entering the hold Malek stowed his autocannon in one of the seats and proceeded to the cockpit. Rolling the seat back as far as it would go he knelt in the gangway and connected his MIU to the machine to commune directly with the machine spirit. Finding the aggressive spirit satisfied with its condition the bay's klaxon sounded and red lights span as the great bay doors opened.

The powerful Imperial engines flared and hurtled the shuttle from its moorings into the hive proper. Tearing through the airways between the sparkling spires an enforcer land speeder started to pursue before thinking better of examining what a speeding mechanicus valkyrie was doing loaded for bear.

The machine responded well as is to be expected of the immaculately maintained standards of the mechanicus. The Dual twin linked bolter turrets tracked targets with little prompting and the rocket pods showed a full complement. It would serve. The speed and expediency of flight brought the craft to the inferno with great haste. It seems an armoured vehicle had joined the fate of the brothel and the rioters were fully out of hand.

Descending to a hight only a few stories above the street Malek strafed the rioters with the wash from the valkyrie's engines scattered and broke the cohesion of the mob. The powerful buffeting forced the crowd into smaller groups that would either soon run or be apprehended by the nearby arbite line. Even now they broke into squads to crush the few remaining belligerents into submission as they are so well trained to do.

Having cleared the necessary space to land the valkyrie comes to rest in the street outside the burning building casting a storm of detritus and dust around it. Ordering the hold's door to descend he disconnects from the machine commending it for its true service. Walking down the gangway Malek emerged from the hold to survey the scene.

Noticing the Inquisitor Malek approached "I am Techsorcist Malek, my superiors have commanded me to lend you my assistance in any way you see fit". At this Malek pulled the robe from his bulky frame revealing his armor plated exterior and mechadendrites. "I believe you expressed interest in gaining entry to this building?"

[Assistant]
A lot was happening in a very short time span, business as usual it seemed. He hated large groups like this, part of the job as an Armsman that never went well. The massive crush of a boarding party and counter party crashing into each other, a mess of melee, weapons fire, and general chaos that rarely ended well for any party involved. Training his autogun, he made careful sweeps, only taking aim on people who were firing onto the Inquisitor or his retinue directly. No sense wasting ammo thinning a mob he really couldn't do much to scatter with a single automatic weapon. The Sister and her fellow compatriot had fell into talking, Stukov would guess despite the complete lack of sound, and with the other sister raising a bolter on Smiles, his weapon was trained in kind. You don't threaten Stukov's allies, near regardless of the situation, and this Sister had no place to lay judgement on an Inquisitorial retinue member. Thankfully, she lowered her bolter and Stukov had his autogun also lowered. Now was a bad time to be pointing weapons at the retinue, to say the least. With that, Sis lead them in a bloody path off towards the burning brothel, an explosion promptly throwing the group off their footing.

Stukov cursed, the sounds lost in the din of violence as he caught up to the regrouping retinue and made his brief report. "I yet live, for good or ill." The man was unable to trace who caused that explosion, which was not making things any easier for the group. As plans were made, and Gear Boy made his appearance, as Stukov was going to call the Techsorcist, he snorted and brushed himself off and looked towards the burning building. "I'll head in as well, natural experience in close quarters, abnormal circumstances like that. Unless you need me out here, that is."

[User]
Burning debris and smoldering ash fell from above, twisting and turning among the blackened star lit sky like crimson amber fireflies, waiting to land upon another building and spread its destructive but purifying flames further into the city. Aviza glanced up into the sky and watched these flaming fragments slowly float down, admiring how beautiful destruction could be at times. "Make way!" one of the Arbiters yelled from behind her at the defense line they had managed to hold without moving even the slightest minuscule amount. One of the Arbiters quickly stepped aside though to let Inquisitor Zhevon and the rest of the squad through. Once the squad had managed to walk through their one opening, the Arbiter quickly filled the gap once more and stood with his fellow brothers against the rioters.

Aviza walked over to the squad and looked over them quickly before nodding her head once in approval. "I am glad to see all of you are still alive after that explosion. I am unsure who had a weapon or device of the strength needed to destroy or even damage the vehicle but it is something we may want to look into later." Turning her back to her squad once more, she walked over to the burning brothel and glanced inside of it while staying at a safe distance away from the flames that threatened to spread to the rest of the city. The mention of searching the brothel while the fires inside of it where hot enough to melt steel made Aviza consider how it could be done, since they had no way of putting out the fire for the time being.

"Adrianne, could any of your warp abilities assist us with this fire? We do not want to go in there with those flames. I am getting a reading that the inside temperature of the building is currently two thousand five hundred degrees Fahrenheit or one thousand three hundred degrees Celsius. You will melt, in every meaning of the word. As much as I love barbeque I do not want any of my squad mates being cooked inside of a metal shell that is melting." Aviza took a couple more steps back to evaluate the situation and get a better view of everything around her when the all too familiar sound of a Valkyrie in the distance. The back of the ships engines glowed a soft red from the extensive heat and power that passed through them. At first, it appeared as if the rioters were about to get strafed by the ship but it merely buzzed them with the engines generating a loud roar that echoed through the city.

"I love the sound of those engines." said Aviza mere seconds before noticing she had just spoken out loud and into her com for the whole squad to hear. The Valkyrie flew towards them then landed upon the road beneath it gracefully. As the ships engines powered down with a loud hissing sound, Aviza glanced back at her squad then back to the ship, waiting for whoever flew it to approach them. The back of the ship opened exposing the holding bay before a Techsorcist appeared, walking down platform that had emerged from the back of the ship. "Greetings Tecchsorcist Malek, I am Celestian Aviza Norea of the Ebon Rose. Your rare skills and talents will be greatly appreciated and needed here."

The Sister of Battle glanced over at the fire then back at the ship with an idea, the engines from the ship could be used to put out the fires if they were handled well and it was executed correctly. "The engines from the Valkyrie could be used to help put out the fire. If we pump enough air through them and onto the fire fast enough the movement of the air across the wood or flammable surface will remove the heat from the flame. This prevents the wood or flammable surface from reaching the temperature it needs to be at to burn and will put out the fire." There was a short awkward pause before she spoke once more, "Stukov, do you think you could handle controlling the engines air thrusters while I yell commands at you about what to do from outside of the ship?"

[Assistant]
Malek turned to the sister, cybernetic eyes passing over the squad. The HUD contained within locking to equipment and presenting pattern and mark for analysis as standard. "Greetings Celestian, I had considered such a plan but was concerned that the engines may only exacerbate or spread the fire to nearby buildings. If you believe it can be done however you are quite welcome to try. Though shouting will be unnecessary. I have taken the liberty of re-encrypting your communications channel to prevent access to the back door I used to listen in. Those of you without Theta rank comm beads will find some in the hold of the valkyrie."

He continued on with the flames flickering across his near featureless head seeming to make his eye lenses glow amongst the olive drab of the surrounding steel. "I have the mass required to move though the building despite the power of the turbines furthermore I am equipped with servo arms that can easily clear blockages and a repair mechadendrite containing a small extinguisher. Furthermore I have nothing to fear from smoke inhalation or even a lack of oxygen. If the valkyrie can suppress the worst of the blaze I can weather the rest. There should also be a fire extinguisher in the Valkyrie's hold."

"Regardless of how we go about it, our actions should be swift lest our goal be consumed."

At this the Tech Priest approached the building seeming not to feel the flames on the exterior of the building. Standing to one side of the door his right servo arm pushed the nearest door off its ailing hinges. Once the back blast had raced past he manipulated two fallen beams to prop the doorway open.


[System]
Age: 36
Class: Ordo Malleus Inquisitor

Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc)
-Armor of Zhevon, a suit of powered carapace armor. Many of the features in this suit emulate the features of stormtrooper armor. The robes he wears are made of the same material that the Skitarii robes are made of. The actual carapace and unarmored locations in the armor are coated in aegium, giving him the agility needed for his preference towards melee combat, while not sacrificing protection. As a bonus, he carries a Rosarius, which protects him from incoming ranged fire, the Rosarius is in the shape of a golden cross necklace. All of these combined give him a surprising amount of durability. This armor has been dipped with the Ungents of Warding, which is known to repel daemons and warp powers.
-The Blade of Sardonyx, named after Zhevon's homeworld, this sword was a gift from the Lord Inquisitor who had picked him up from his home. The master crafted power sword has proven itself for over a decade. This sword has been dipped with the Ungents of Warding.
-The Heart of Sardonyx, a very recent gift to Zhevon, from the Mechanicus. The Heart of Sardonyx is a hand crafted Conflagration Inferno Pistol, mounted in the forearm. Allowing Zhevon to use his sword with both hands when required, without needing to holster his sidearm. He has not used this weapon outside of the firing range.
-Digital Weapon 'Mandiblaster'. Mounted to where his jaw would be on his helmet, there are four. He and a friend in the Mechanicus created this in an effort to emulate Eldar Striking Scorpion Mandiblasters.
-Null Rod, an obsidian rod that when switched on, crackles with anti-psyker energies. He likes carrying a Null Rod on the occasion that a Heretic Psyker is just on the verge of summoning a daemon. He has made the observation that hitting one in the middle of a summon completely shuts down the summon, resulting in one very confused Psyker, in a room of confused Heretics, and a grinning Inquisitor. As of recent, he's gotten pretty good at throwing it. Also helpful if his own Psykers start going crazy.
-Backpack. He carries several things in his small backpack. A canteen of water, some food, and whatever needs to be carried. He has several Consecrated Scrolls strapped to the sides of his backpack. He often carries a thermis of tea, although most of the time it gets cold by the time he finishes it.

Notable Deeds and Skills:
Friendly. Zhevon is what you call friendly. Many Inquisitors, xenos, and people in general, who at first were very rude, have eventually become on decent, or even good terms with him. He is actually on very good terms with the Mechanicus, having done several personal favors for them.
Radical. He is considered a Radical Inquisitor by most Puritan Inquisitors, due to the times when he negotiated and made dealings with xenos. When prompted why, his reply is often along the lines of, "My duty is to slay the Daemon, not the Xeno."
Master Swordsman, using ancient techniques from his homeworld and mixing it with several newer styles he has learned, he is extremely capable with his power sword. He often tests his skills against a variety of foes, other Inquisitors, Grey Knights, Astartes, to name a few. On one occasion he even sparred with a Striking Scorpion of the Eldar, he lost, but considered it an extremely valuable learning experience. To this date, he has slain countless lesser Daemons with his trusty sword, and even banishing a Greater Daemon of Slannesh. With the aid of half a Chapter of Space Marines and some others.
Defeater of Ke'Mra, the Pleaser. During a battle, the Chaos Forces present summoned a Greater Daemon of Slannesh. Zhevon rushed into battle to face the Daemon, hoping that he would catch its attention so that the Imperial forces would be able to continue fighting. He was successful in distracting the Daemon, who was amused that a single human dared challenge it. It was not amused much longer when it realized that it was then surrounded by tanks and heavy weapons. After the battle, the Ordo Malleus offered him a Daemonhammer. Zhevon refused, saying that he had zero experience or training with such a weapon. He preferred his sword.

Appearance:

Name: Gregor Mekel
Age: 27
Class: Guardsman

Equipment:
-Carapace Armor, a kitbash if anyone has ever seen one. Gregor combined Cadian "Kasrkin" Pattern Stormtrooper armor with Tempestus Scion armor. He uses the Kasrkin bodyarmor and pauldrons, while using the Scion greaves, gauntlets and helmet. The backpack is from the Scion armor set. Despite the occasional complaint from the local Techpriest, this kitbashed armor does not seem to hate Gregor, instead, the armor has saved his life on numerous occasions. Gregor keeps his armor gunmetal black with a steel grey trim. To cut down on weight, he has excluded the armor that covers his thighs. The Inquisition I can be seen on his left boot, and his pauldrons. The carapace armor includes a microbead for communication, photovisor(NightVision), rebreather, and an integral auspex with a wrist display. While most wrist mounted auspex are mounted on the topside of the wrist, Gregor has opted to flip it and mount it on the bottom side of his left arm. This allows him to keep his Meltagun up and gives him the ability to look at his auspex with only a glance.
-Accatran Pattern Mark VIII Meltagun, Gregor prefers the Accatran Mk.VIII over other Meltaguns due to its lighter weight, and the addition of a carrying handle. He has a bandoleer with several melta canisters on it. On his left hip is some webbing, he typically has two or three canisters strapped there too.
-A shortsword and Combat knife, the sword sheath is mounted at his lower back. He has an additional standard issue Imperial Guard combat knife, strapped to his left pauldron, used for when things get really bad, or he's in a space too small for his sword.
-A Mars Pattern Mark IV Command Laspistol, right hip holster. He uses the slightly heavier Mars Mk.IV due to its increased range. Since if there is no armor for him to blast, he's not going to waste any Melta charges on mere cultists, he's going to use a regular gun. Usually keeps his spare chargepacks wherever he can put them, pockets, on some combat webbing, sometimes strapped onto his gauntlets or even his boots. The amount of chargepacks he has usually ends up at around four or five, not including the one in the pistol.
-Explosives, Gregor usually carries several Meltabombs in his backpack, he uses them like bricks of C4. He also usually carries one or two frag grenades somewhere on his body within easy reach.

Notable Deeds/Skills:
-Survivor of Operation Grey Gold. Operation Grey Gold was a mission lead by Inquisitor Caphus into rebel territory. Inquisitor Caphus needed to investigate if the rebels were dealing with Chaos. He requisitioned a platoon of nearby Guardsmen to help him punch through rebel lines. Gregor, having just been drafted into the Guard was among the Guardsmen who were in that platoon. That was his first mission, at 18 years old. At the end of Operation Grey Gold, only three of the platoon had survived. Gregor was one of the three. Rather than letting them back into the Guard, Inquisitor Caphus recruited them into his retinue.
-Bane of Armor. Gregor has a knack for destroying armored units. Whether it be Dreadnoughts, Tanks, APCs, IFVs, planes, if its armored, Gregor probably knows how to kill it. He has spent weeks studying records of vehicles, so much so that if something new appears, he can look at it with only a glance and guess where its fuel tanks are, where the crew are sitting, where the ammo racks are held, and its possible weak points.
-AT Specialist. Gregor's knack for killing armored units has earned him access to much of the anti-tank weapons in the armory. He is an expert with the meltagun, and decent with rocket launchers. He is proficient with a lascannon, only because he spent much of his lascannon practice time having fun with heavy stubbers and heavy bolters.
-Creative. Gregor is a creative fellow. He once dressed up as a rebel and infiltrated a rebel camp, only to realize that the rebels were also chaos cultists. He may have nervously said some mildly heretical things to keep his cover, while he secretly planted bombs to distract the bulk of the enemy force. Ultimately his disguise failed when he accidentally blew up their latrines with one of the bombs he had planted.
-Veteran. Despite his somewhat unimpressive origins, having started out as an Imperial Guard Conscript, he has grown to become a combat veteran. Being just as elite as Stormtroopers. This is due to working with said Stormtroopers constantly, Gregor has picked up on their tricks, techniques, and has even received field training from some of them. Although field training is a little optimistic, it was more like dragging him around and yelling at him in the middle of battle, but he got the message.

Time with Inquisitor: 9 Years, Gregor's lost count of how many missions he's been on with the Inquisitor.
Appearance:
Gregor stands at 5 feet, 7 inches. His skin is a little on the paler side since he got his carapace armor. His black hair is kept in a military styled buzzcut. His eyes are brown in color. As a Guardsman, he is fit and strong, able to carry all of his equipment and walk around for as long as his Inquisitor needs him to without getting too tired. He is also capable of sprinting with all of his gear, which is particularly useful when he's going to blast a tank or a daemon. His face is unscarred and he looks a little younger than he actually is.
To be honest, out of his carapace armor, he looks like a typical guardsman. Nothing really spectacular.

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"Huh…" Catherine made a surprised sound as she saw someone finally appearing at the doorframe to the room she was at. Looked… as an inquisitor… or at least that's what she thought at the time. As the man neared her and pulled away his weapons, she was relieved that she finally might escape this place alive after all.

 'Yeah… your insane psyker woman…' Cath thought when the man made a statement about her injuries. Had she not been as skillful with the sword and the whip she was going to be dead… probably. Following that she blinked 3 times when he asked her in what condition she was. She certainly didn't feel in condition to be moved. With all the adrenaline gone she barely felt strong enough to move a finger now.

 "The kitchen…" She mumbled through the pain." It has easy access to one of the garages and should be mostly empty now with the attack going on…" She added painfully.

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Without any warning, the sound of a whiplash effect could be heard right next to Zhevon and Catherine!

Now standing three feet next to them was Adrianne, looking down at the pair. Her dress was torn and her hair featured now at least a couple new leafs and twigs adorning it.

"Inquisitor?" Adrianne uttered with a look of surprise when she noticed Zhevon tending to the woman she had just defeated earlier!

"Emperor, what is going on?"

"Be careful, Inquisitor! That woman is in league with the cultists!" Adrianne warned as she pointed her staff at Catherine, her purple eyes narrowing as they centered on the woman on the floor.
"When I attempted to apprehend her, one of the Euphorians... ehh, interrupted me. She could still be around! We need to be careful with this woman."

Adrianne warned as she threw a look of concern towards Zhevon, and then a look of suspicion towards Catherine. She had seen many a noble man fall to a pretty face(granted, Catherine's was pretty battered at that point, courtesy of Adrianne & Salithrielle's backside), and she did not want to see the Inquisitor fall into the same trap!

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Insane Psyker woman? Well she can go overboard with her powers sometimes... Zhevon thought to himself. Were the two fighting? Did she get caught in the crossfire? Zhevon stood up and walked to the door, taking out his sword, he stabbed it into the hinges and began to work on getting the door free. The woman spoke again, this time revealing that the kitchen had a passage to the garage, and that the area there should be clear now that the mansion was under attack. Zhevon nodded, a vehicle could be useful for a getaway. He got the door free and then laid it next to Cath, he cut the edge of the door with his power sword to make it easier to slide under the wounded woman.

Then he heard the sound of whiplash, one made by Adrianne's teleportation. Zhevon turned to her,
"Inquisitor?" She asked puzzled, she sprung into action and pointed her staff at the girl, explaining that she was in league with the cultists. Further explaining that a Euphorian attacked her when she tried to apprehend the now hurt girl. Zhevon looked at Adrianne, who had an expression of concern, then they both looked at Cath. Zhevon furrowed his brow. "We get her out of here first, then we can question her." He decided, sliding the makeshift stretcher under Cath, "Adrianne, can you get us to the Kitchen? Or even better, the garage? There should be vehicles there that we can... Requisition." He kept an eye out, scanning the room. The Euphorian that Adrianne spoke of may still be lingering, and he would rather not be caught unawares.


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Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Dwarf
Country of Origin: Since his mother was the only child to a minor noble of Mindirion and his father a Human from Miraheim, Kace spent half his life in Mindirion, learning etiquette, how to conduct himself as a highborn and receiving a general nobles education, before moving to Miraheim to learn to fight, to sail and how to be a man. He lived in Mindirion from the time he was born, until he was 13, and then lived in Miraheim for the remaining six years. He grew fond of both places and would call both of them home.

Appearance:

Due to his mixed race, Kace is about 5 feet, 5 inches tall. He typically wears silks and leathers in the colors of Mindirion and knee high supple leather riding boots when in the company of nobles or when he needs to make an impression, but when travelling or lounging, he prefers a generic and comfortable tunic, trousers, jacket and simple leather shoes. In combat, he wears gambeson, chainmail, brigandine, visored helm, greaves and bracers, all black and decorated with gold inlay. Sometimes he opts for a shield (in the same color scheme) and other times he prefers to wield just his sword or axe, or both in either hand.

Personality: Kace is a generally kind person. He's good at making friends, and really enjoys joking around and spending time at a pub or tavern with good friends. However, he also knows when a situation requires more tact. He's extremely mature for his age and finds himself skilled both in political strategy and military strategy.

 He's grown up around both smallfolk and nobles alike, leading to a very humble man, without classist prejudices, going against the norms of Dwarven society and their caste system. Kace knows the value of a good ally, making himself unlikely to go out of his way to make an enemy, but he also is a man of principle and a strong sense of right and wrong, and his willing to fight to defend his beliefs.

History: Kace's parents were neighbors on the border between Miraheim and Mindirion. Their families were feuding over a field that lay over both borders and the dispute turned bloody for a while before Kace's parents, Gisli and Ulvar, both young at the time, met and fell in love. They married and brought peace to their two families.

 Kace was born a year later. He received his mother's family name, Cilrok, as his middle name and, following the traditions of his father's people, received Ulvarsson as his last name. Zoden Cilrok was a minor noble house of Mindirion, owning a small estate in the northwest of the country which Kace's mother was the heir to. His father was a well-off Highman but not from noble stock. Kace was raised in his mother's house until he was 13, where he received a typical noble education before his family moved to his father's farmstead, just over the border, where he learned to fight and sail and be a typical Highman.

 Kace adapted well to living in both worlds of Dwarven nobles and Human warriors but his lives were distinct. He had his friends on either side of the border but never did the two worlds mix, unless he was with his parents. He found himself excelling at both fighting with a sword and with his words. Politics and warfare both came naturally to Kace and at the ripe age of 18, he found himself embroiled in an interhouse Civil War with the other dwarven houses, with half rebelling against the Rasuh Etar, and the other half remaining loyal. House Cilrok remained loyal and Kace himself, being a noble and having the training of both a Dwarf and a Highman, distinguished himself as a leader and strategist, only losing two battles in the course of the Seven Month War, both of which due to overwhelming odds, and unsuspected intervention. However, not only was his battle prowess tested, but also his political prowess. Kace, now having just turned 19, brokered the peace treaty that saw the end of the war, with both sides agreeing that since he was only half a Dwarf, he would be relatively impartial. He ended the Civil War and helped Orthen Durgon cement his power and restore peace. Hence why only a few months after his 19th birthday, he was sent for by the Monks, who saw the potential in someone who could both negotiate peacefully and aggressively.

Weapon Preference: Primary weapon:

. Secondary weapon:

 Carries a shorter utility seax (about eleven inches long, meant for work on a farm or on a ship) at all times. During battles he opts for a longer and broader seax (about thirteen inches long, meant for combat and hewing limb from body.)

Side: Knights of Ekilore.

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Kace, expecting Roland's response, simply shrugged, walked to the nearest barrel and filled two mugs. He took a seat next to Elric and handed him one of the mugs, as Captain Crewe began his tale. The people of Miraheim had a tale similar, though instead of a knight it was the greed of a thrall that brought a dragon down upon the kingdom when the thrall stole the dragon's favorite cup from his treasure horde and the aged king, who had once been a great warrior and slayer of many monsters, donned his armor and took up his sword one last time to defend his people, though the battle between he and the dragon ended in the death of both. Kace tried to ignore Roland and his comments for the remainder of the journey. He figured the rest of the Knights and members of the crew would soon do the same.

Kace took a long draught from tankard and turned to Elric as the Captain continued speaking and in a hushed tone, so as to not interrupt, said, "My apologies for earlier. I typically have better control over my temper, but the customs of my father's people demand that I answer a slight against my family's honor with steel. Now I'm still curious as to what your story is Elric. I wonder how you achieved your rank at such a young age? You must be a most impressive warrior."

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Elric was grateful when Catskull appeared and suggested they all have a drink to calm themselves. The suggestion seemed to be heeded immediately, and somehow the simple suggestion seemed to put an end to the fighting between Roland and Kace, though Roland, in what Elric was beginning to realize was the man's typical fashion, seemed to reject Kace's offer of friendship. Still, the fighting was over, at least for the time being, and Elric quickly calmed down and allowed himself to relax, taking a seat amongst the rest of the knights. He glanced at the casks of liquor, considering getting up to get something for himself, but before he could, Kace handed him a mug. Elric nodded and gratefully accepted the offered drink

Kace apologized for his part in the short bout between him and Roland, but also defending his actions. Elric could certainly sympathize with Kace's willingness to defend the honor of his family, especially given the nature of the insults Roland had delivered. Even so, they would have to all get along throughout this quest if they were to have success, and despite Roland instigating the fight, and despite him insulting the honor of Kace's family, in this situation, it still would have been better to ignore the insults rather than responding in kind. Still, Elric did not berate Kace for his actions. His anger at him and Roland had cooled, and while all were behaving civilly, he had no desire to bring hard feelings between any of them. Instead, he responded finally to Kace's query about his backstory. "I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm a very impressive warrior; I've simply dedicated a great deal of time and effort into honing my skills," he explained. "I'm the second son of a minor noble in Falke, and with my brother the heir, I could not inherit my father's county, and so instead, I chose to serve in the Dragoons, and while it's true that the Dragoons are considered to be the most difficult branch of the Falkan military to qualify for or ascend the ranks of, I'm a firm believer in the virtue of hard work and dedication, and that nothing is truly impossible with enough of those two virtues."

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Edon Wolf
Broken Keg Tavern
Dalenham, Ethora

Edon didn't seem thrilled with his new companions. The orc was an orc and the woman was a woman. He wasn't excited about any manner of baggage either would be bringing with along. The orc even had a war mount of sorts; something as big as a horse but also much more dangerous if spooked.

The Raelusian nobleman gripped the shaft of his halberd tightly out of frustration but remained silent. Memory of his last encounter with orcs was still fresh in his mind and he watched Folkmar with a critical glare. Being who and what he was, Edon usually came across as arrogant and snobby under the best of circumstances. His expression could easily be misunderstood as hatred toward the gray-skinned male orc.

Absently, he noted that he was now, likely, the third strongest member of this group in terms of raw phyiscal might. He wagered he was also the quickest. The woman looked like she had seen a fair amount of combat but, he conceeded, he wouldn't know anything significant about either of them until he saw how they fought.

Eventually the portly tradesman arrived and distributed their initial pay. He then produced a map and, on a busy road in full view of anybody coming or going, proceeded to brief them on the oh-so-secret mission details. For just a moment, Edon felt both physically ill and murderously angry.

He wanted to ask for details about the fortress but, considering what he had just witnessed, he decided against it. The fat bastard probably didn't know a thing about forts. So instead he stayed silent and bided his time.

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"I'll drink to that. Skál." He said, using the Ormurmal word for cheers, and clinked his cup against Elric's before taking a swig of his drink. "I have to say, that's quite impressive. My father would like you Elric. So tell me, what do you think of our quest? Do you imagine we'll encounter more than bandits and mercenaries trying to harrow us and impede our mission? Or do you think more sinister forces seek the shards of the Orb as well? And though I've heard of the Orb in passing on my travels, I don't know much about it. I don't really know what to expect in the way of opposition or what trials we will face."

Kace felt as if he was walking almost blindly into a web of events that was much bigger than he or the Knights alone. He wished he had asked more questions on Ekilore, but something about the place and the monks made him feel compelled to agree with whatever the monks said and to get on his way to fulfill their quest as soon as possible. Though, now that he was many miles from their shore, with their tower only a fading fixture on the horizon, his mind felt clearer and his own thoughts began to return, leading to these new concerns which he was now bringing to the attention of Elric.


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:

Height: 178 cm or 5'11"

Weight: 82 kg or 180 lbs

Likes: Kind people, video games, cold weather, anime, manga, talking to people, technology, cars, fun activities, girls, cooking, good food, living comfortably, keeping things simple, guns, glasses.

Dislikes: Bad people, boring people, overly deep water, liars, school, unneeded details, cigarettes.

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Special Talent:
Kei doesn't have any extraordinary special talent, but what he is good at is video games, cars, and cooking. Aside from those three things he is about as average as a person can get in terms of other talents.

Profession:
To avoid having to work for the rest of his life Kei decided on taking a job that would allow him to both have fun and make tons of money on a day to day basis, as such his profession lies in day trade, whether it be stocks or foreign currency he trades them all and makes a good amount of money doing it. Despite having an honest to good job, every now and again he is an arms dealer that lies within the grey area of legality.

Bio/Personality:
Kei is probably an overly outgoing guy, he was always this way since a young age, he really didn't care who someone was or what kind of person they were as long as they were kind he was able to get along with them with ease. He is a simplistic thinker and hates when things are made overly complicated since there is no real reason for things to become harder than it already is. As such he does his best to simplify every aspect of his life without compromising his interests. While yes he would love to live as a god and not have to worry about bodily functions, but he would not go and get special surgery to get bodily functions removed. A trait that usually goes hand in hand with outgoing, is being kind and helpful. Kei does not lack that trait in any way you can say he is the epitome of a kind and outgoing guy even to a fault. Aside from all that Kei is the type of guy to try and get to know a random stranger in the street and hopefully become friends with said stranger for a lifetime, he cares that deeply for relationships.

Growing up Kei was always intelligent and methodical about everything he did, this carried all through his life even to now. That's one of the reasons he decided to become a day trade and arms dealer. He wanted a life of relative ease and comfort. While he does hate the idea of school he understands that somewhere down the line the diploma and education will benefit him and as such he is putting himself through school something that his parents always struggled to do as they could never afford to get him in, but with Kei coming into a fortune due to day trading and arms dealing, he has no problems affording the tuition costs for school, as such he puts himself through it all. While yes Kei is indeed richer than most people, he does not like to show it off because then he feels he is being a horrible person for doing so.

Your character's favorite song:

*Your age: 20
*Region: United States
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 4-5 years
*How often do you have time to post?: Pretty much everyday unless stated otherwise
*Misc: I do attend university so sometimes the work load from that may cause me to go MIA for a day or two, but I will always give a heads up!

"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater."

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@Pilatus@PrinceAlexus@Furiosa@SgtEasy

Siobhan smiled winningly at the blonde that had been caught staring. Suddenly the man from Ms Ice Queen appeared and threateningly demanded answers from the blonde, Paige. Siobhan took in the man and noticed that the tense set of his features spoke volumes about this being a personal matter. He was tense because his world just turned on its side.

Siobhan looked back over at Paige and reached out and rested her hand on Paige's arm lightly. "I know when to excuse myself from a private conversation and this just smacks of long term drama. I'll come back later." At which time she smiles and wanders off. The crowd has gotten thicker and with any situation with a mob IQ goes out the window, Siobhan is starting to feel that seep into the community as someone stumbles across her path singing, quite off key, "Santa Baby" and she retreats to avoid them barely. She sighs and surprisingly stumbles catching herself on a tall slender pale haired man.

Siobhan smiled at the man in thanks "Pardon me. The crush of people seems to not be in the most polite of moods tonight. Nice save with the coffee." She blushes prettily. "Forgive me. My manners are lacking. I'm Siobhan Murphy. Nice to meet you."  Siobhan stressed her name knowing most people normally don't get it the first time around. She held out her hand in the universal language for a handshake. He introduced himself and gave some words of advice about crowds.

As the crowd thinned Siobhan shivered and rolled her eyes. She'd forgotten her cloak and it was getting colder. "Absolutely perfect. Now I'll freeze. I don't understand why Mommy and Daddy moved up here. It's so cold." Picking up the pace as well as she could she went toward where she remembered the Hotel was, and got herself lost as she didn't pay any attention to her surroundings. "Ren White. It fits. Wonder if he'd let me draw him. He has really nice lines."

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Ashton Griffone || Central Point || Public Party || Friday Evening

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The freakishly tall ambiguous firefighter was happily munching on the sweet Christmas sugar cookie, the boogie board hanging from around her neck gingerly dangling against her flat chest. Amethyst colored eyes brightening ever so joyously at the delicious taste of sweets. Although, something did make her ponder as her gem like eyes glanced around the crowd, easily surveying her surroundings. There was plenty of cheer, but something felt a little off. Like there was some tensity amongst this cheery atmosphere? Perhaps it was just her imagination however. Hopefully nothing went out of hand with drunks or so on.

Glancing around curiously, occasionally awing at pretty Christmas lights, while also curiously glancing around the area. For example, a limo showed up. Wow! Don't see those everyday! Then again, Ashton was used to fire trucks. Plus usually, they don't go to many places that involve the more wealthy. They usually keep a decent upkeep to prevent fires. Unless it was a fire purposely caused by a outside source. But that was the police officers job.

She just make sure the fire gets put out and the people are safe.

On the bright side, no one seemed to be too bothered with her, aside from the occasional awkward glance. Her appearance often led others thinking she was intimidating, or was some sort of thug. Taller then most with a nasty scar right in the fast either led others taking a far distance from her, or trying to pick a fight. Both of which disheartened Ashton a bit. After all, she didn't like fighting. She could, but she didn't like it. Its been a few years since the army, but she still keeps in shape.

Not particularly paying attention to where she was going, Ashton ended up running into someone. Which led her to real all the way back, flailing her arms wildly as she both tried avoid falling on top of some poor soul that she had run into, and to catch her balance. The latter she failed at as the tall dirty blonde fell flat on her back on the cold ground. Eyes shut tightly before blinking open at the offered hand, Ashton was quick to give a bright friendly smile as she took the hand of a dark skinned muscular man.

By all definitions, he would have the looks of a thug or gangster or whatever. However, considering her own appearance, Ashton wasn't quite the one to quickly judge and let a appearance of someone effect the way she acted toward them. Blinking a bit, she stared at something above that she probably only would of noticed if she was looking up like she was now.

Mistletoe.

Unsure if she should laugh or be embarrassed, Ashton soon stood up, soon returning her gaze to the man who was a bit shorter than herself. No surprise since not many could beat her in the tallness meter. Tilting her head a little, the man seemed extremely focused on something, perhaps a little stiff. It was apparent, he had no idea of the little Christmas tradition item hanging above them. Which only caused the firefighter to give a silent laugh. Rubbing the back of her head, she wasn't sure what exactly was possibly stressing the man and if she should mention this at all. Might freak him out.

But then again, it might also help him give a good old laugh. Just a little laughter could do wonders to someones stress after all.

So Ashton gave a bright smile, her amethyst gaze wide and bright passed the scarred face that carried them. The boyish figure raising her left hand and waving it cheerfully in a obvious way of saying 'hello there' before curling it into a fist. Extending the index finger to point upward. Her smile curled in one of pure amusement rather than anything too serious or romanticize. Somewhat curious how this stern looking man would react.

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With the whole city basically attending the festivities at centre point, Kei saw no reason to not go, he had nothing else to do at home and had no other jobs to take care of so it was an obvious choice to go to this public party at centre point. He got ready in some good time and cleaned up nicely again but instead of going fully professional he decided on semi professional clothing so that he could be more comfortable and warm. ALl things considered the weather was not to be messed with and as such Kei was not going to take any chances in getting sick. AFter all he hated being sick. Once he was all dressed up he went ahead and strapped up his gun just in case as he never knew what could happen at such a public event. Carrying his gun was just a bit of piece of mind to him nothing more, he had no plans of actually causing any trouble at the party. Before leaving his room he looked himself over in a full body mirror and nodded is head in agreement.「Nice.」

Since Central Point was a bit of a ways away from his home, he went into his garage and looked upon his two cars, looking between the two he finally decided on his favorite of the two. Grabbing the keys from the wall lock box he unlocked his car and sat in the drivers seat. He put the key in the ignition and listened as the engine roared to life. It was as satisfying as ever. Once it was nicely warmed up he opened the garage door behind him and pulled straight out onto the driveway. CLosing the garage door behind him pulled out onto the main street and began his drive towards Central Point.

Traffic sucked. It was obvious how bad it would be but he never expected it to be this bad, it annoyed him a great deal trying to just get to the designated parking area for this public party. People were dumb and didn't know how to drive in this town when situations like this came. Once he was finally parked in the garage he let out a sign of relief. Placing his forehead onto the top of his wheel he let out one more sigh and reached up to turn off his car. Once his car engine cut off the instant he turned the key to off he felt the cold of the winter night wash over his previously warm car. That somewhat annoyed him, while it was an obvious outcome to the situation it still annoyed him, going from being warm to all of a sudden being cold. Once he was settled and ready to actually get out there he pulled on the door handle and popped his door open, and stepped out of his car. Slowly closing the door he ensure it was locked by pressing the little black button on the outside door handle. From there he made his way to the big party venue. He was sure to see some familiar faces. That's what he hoped rather as otherwise he'd be the sad loner at a big party.


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Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Napoli's primary weapon is an elegant rapier named Mercutio. It is a rapier with a swept hilt design, and made out of a gleaming silver metal. Mercutio is most often used in tandem with Napoli's other weapon Arsene. In contrast to Mercutio, Arsene is a traditional short sword breaker capable of transforming into a pistol. Like most sword breakers, one side of Arsene possesses numerous notches capable of catching blades. The other side is bladed and thus capable of acting as a typical dagger. The pistol mode fires standard dust rounds loaded via a magazine into the cross guard.

The final trick of Mercutio and Arsene is their ability to combine into Scapino, a sniper. Scapino is a long bolt-action sniper that allows for Napoli to perform in his primary role as long ranged support. Scapino is comprised of Arsene utilizing the longer Mercutio as a barrel, and fires high caliber armor piercing dust rounds.

Specialty: Napoli primarily acts as the long ranged sniper for Team VGNB (Vignoble), lending them support from a distance. It is not unusual to see Napoli lying in the grass as he takes out enemies currently engaged with his fellow teammates. His position as a sniper though, does rob Napoli of defensive capabilities.

However while he may act primarily as a sniper, Napoli is no slacker when it comes to close ranged combat. Mercutio and Arsene allow Napoli to function extremely well as a duelist that prefers to stay light on his feet, almost dancing around the opponent. As a duelist, Napoli is best suited for one on one combat, as his weapons don't lend themselves to well to dealing with multiple enemies. Like most duelists, Napoli's attacks make sure to take advantage of weaknesses in his opponent's guard, and he'll use Arsene to create openings by intercepting attacks.

Semblance: Azioni Volanti - Napoli's semblance is all about redirection, just as his jokes can be infuriating and take advantage of his opponent, so too does his power. Essentially, it allows Napoli to use his aura to guide objects. For instance he can curve the path his own bullets thereby enabling him to make otherwise impossible shots, but he is also capable of curving flight paths of opponent's bullets. In doing so, Napoli allows for many more near misses on his own person.

However Napoli is not limited to just bullets, and is capable of causing swords and other weapons to just barely miss him by the use of his semblance. However the larger the object, the more it eats up his aura to use his power, thus forcing Napoli to rely primarily on his own dodging abilities. Manipulating a sword strike for instance, could take up a good quarter of Napoli's aura, and the semblance itself is most effective when it comes to minor redirections. Thus while near misses may not take up too much of his aura, causing a dead on attack from a sword to completely miss would generally fall outside the range of Napoli's abilities.

Azioni Volanti therefore acts as an extension of Napoli's own dodging abilities, and is best utilized for dodging attacks that would have barely scraped him in the first place. In addition, due to the power eating up his aura, Napoli's natural defense is often quite lower than that of his peers. Ultimately while powerful, it is a skill best used sparingly for its tendency to severely weaken Napoli.

Personality: Napoli is a jokester, often amusing himself at the expense of others. In particular he loves mocking opponents in combat, and thus often infuriates his opponents and even his teammates with the dumb comments he is constantly making. Napoli views life as a game, preferring to enjoy himself with his jokes and taunts rather than worry about some of the deeper intricacies and busy work of life. As such he often comes across as rather laid back and casual in day to day conversations.

Napoli is also rather outgoing, quick to drag others into conversation and offer a helping hand to those in need. So that he can then follow up with some dumb joke. It is not uncommon to see Napoli snarking about the situations he ends up in, because while may be a little outgoing, he is still a relatively normal guy. For the most part, Napoli is just an amiable bloke who bickers constantly with his irksome teammate Gratia. However, when Napoli is extremely angered he falls deathly quiet in a rather unnerving fashion. Suffice to say, such a state has only been achieved a few times in Napoli's life.

Color: Naples Yellow (Hex Code: FADA5E)

Emblem: A black swept-hilt rapier facing downwards contained within a naples yellow spade.

Appearance:

Standing just over 6 feet, Napoli is fairly tall and walks with a rather lax posture. He appears to possess a perpetual grin plastered across his face, and is commonly seen wearing a brown leather vest over a yellow shirt. His rugged black pants have obviously seen much use, and are accompanied by equally worn down brown boots. In addition, Napoli likes to wear brown leather gloves to keep his hands clean. Obviously while in class, Napoli wears the Haven Uniform, although he leaves the jacket unbuttoned.

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Emerald - Outside Ozpin's Office -

"Oh." Emerald glanced away, looking sheepish. Gratia certainly liked to use her expletives. Apparently they weren't a couple, maybe more like bickering siblings that got on each other's nerves. A lot.

Then a new person showed up. She was some sort of bird faunus, that much was obvious. She looked absolutely stunning in her school uniform, especially with her wings! She had wings! They looked so cool!

Emmy snapped back to reality as the girl introduced herself as Bianca Nuit. "I'm Emerald...Emerald Felica." She announced quickly, still looking at Bianca with her wide, curious eyes. She couldn't help but look at the wings again, they were so pretty! And the way they moved around was so distracting! They were just asking for her to paw at them!

Before she realised what she was even doing, her more feline instincts caused her to attempt to swipe at some of the feathers on the edge of Bianca's wings. They wouldn't stop moving!

[Assistant]
Sarina Tala Dei and Vega Venetia (VGNB)

"There will be food, near the end of the tour." Aww she's so cute and childish. Vega on the other hand… "Oh my god you are so cute. I could literally hug you for HOURS" as she immediately hugged Emerald and retracted back. "Oh and yes as to what you said Emerald and Bianca" giving her a nod back as she has fially arrived "Napoli and Gratia have been lovers since me and Bianca's first day on Haven as I remember their eyes set upon each other and in the end, nothing can separate them even though they argue and bicker at times" dramatizing her sentence on their love.

Sarina could not help but laugh in her head of the conversation going on. I wonder what Ozpin's think about them…since we are still in front of his office. VGNB has always been her favorite team when she was in Haven and now that they are here in Beacon and she was sure they were going to make a huge impact on the school. "Nice to see you again Bianca but you don't have to get informal with me." Sarina could not help but notice how beautiful Bianca wings were. It was always angelic and soothing for her to look at.

"Ok gals…and the one guy; let us get started on our tour of Beacon!" The group eventually was away from Ozpin's office as Sarina spoke about Beacon while walking down the empty yet beautiful hallways of Beacon. Only the sound of their footsteps can be heard. Eventually the group arrived at their first destination the Library as they entered inside it. "Welcome to the Library, a place for study and for socializing. Mostly students use it as a gathering place and socialization place. The library also doubles as a CCT. You can make transcontinental calls here if you don't want to walk to the tower. I will let you guys walk around here for several minutes to get a feel of this place." Sarina then took a seat near desk and put her legs on it.

[User]
Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour

Bianca cackled as Vega kept pace with her own story of how much love Napoli and Gratia so clearly held for each other. She knew there would be hell to pay for the comments later, but she just couldn't find it in herself to stop.

Bianca followed along with her team and the cat Faunus through the baron halls of Beacon. Every once in a while she would stretch her wing out towards Emerald in a way of teasing her, folding them back against her back before the girl could reach them. Eventually the group happened upon the library, it appeared to be a massive hall, akin to what Bianca imagined a dining hall would look like in a King's palace. There were several small groups of students all gathered around their own tables quietly discussing things and play card games.

 "My goodness." Bianca said finding herself at a loss for words. She took Sarina's cue and immediately began walking towards the rows and rows of knowledge spread out upon this expanse; not missing the opportunity to lightly ruffle Vega's hair and shoot her a playful smile filled with her own wonderment.

Bianca found herself drawn towards the section labeled Faunus. Immediately opening up her wingspan to reach the very top of the shelf. There she perched, as she delicately grabbed a novel and immediately began reading it. She looked like a statue of an angel, one leg crossed over the other, wings fully extended. She was too drawn to her book to notice anyone staring at her. Bianca regularly forgot that others couldn't just come up and join her, not that she'd care, but she would've expect people to be so bewildered by it. She would immediately shoot an excited glance to her teammates, pointing to the books. She was like a child in a candy store.

As Bianca finally caught herself and shut the book she fluttered back down to the top shelf of the bookcase and slid the book right back into place. As she landed, a pair of boys caught her eye and ear.

"God damn Faunus, showing off and shit." One boy said to another while they angrily peered over in her direction.

Bianca simply let out a quiet laugh and started in their direction. She flipped her hair over one shoulder, thought only of murder and refused to blink as she walked directly towards them. Upon finally reaching them she took a brief second of pause to let the heavy air hang over their heads before finally speaking up.

"Darling, if you think this is showing off I'd love to show you some more. Bianca said staring through his eyes like they were made of stain glass. Before giving them the time to respond Bianca immediately sauntered back off towards Sarina and pulled up a seat next to her.

"They weren't kidding when they said these boys were nothing compared to the one's we have in Haven, hm?" Bianca groaned adjusting in the seat to make it more comfortable for her wings.

"So how've you been keeping dear?" Bianca asked, this was the first time she had really spoken to her old friend in what seemed like forever.

[Assistant]
Sepia stood up and straightened her dress. Smiling good-naturedly - and somewhat apologetically - she headed after Krysthane, pausing only to wave goodbye to those ever-so-helpful men. Once she caught up to her team leader, she leaned in and whispered, "So, what did you think? Didn't those guys seem a little...strange? Sure, their place was cute and all, but kinda unusual too." God, she hoped her teammate's first impression of her wasn't going to be that she was a ditzy airhead. She was, but whatever.

Sepia reached up and touched one of her dog ears. "I wonder how the other half of our team is doing."

[User] "Shut up and die." While the girl and her weapons were heavy Ebon wasn't weak himself. Lifting the shield above him he allowed his R-Types to converge onto the anchor girl to surround her from all sides even above. They each were holding a charged shot and fired laser beams at the girl at the same time Skyra was going to attack. Soon there were a dozen flashes of light as the R-Types fired a slavor of laser beams, all aimed at the girl. Ebon stood his ground holding her above his head. He was waiting for her to fall limp so he could slam her into the ground and finish her off. But he also kept a close eye on the girl's posse. He had a hunch they weren't just going to stand idly by.

[Assistant]
Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour (Library)

At first all Napoli could do was laugh, even as Gratia exploded at the cat-girl, all he could think was how ridiculous and terrible the entire idea was. "Married? To Gratia? God, I'd sooner marry Ozpin. Not that there's anything wrong with the bossman, I'm sure he's a swell dude and all. I bet there's plenty of people interested in him, but I'm not really into dudes. Or older guys. Or well, what were we talking about again?"

Then Bianca arrived perpetuating the same nonsense, and before he could rebutt Vega opened her own mouth. Now bless the boss and his teammate's soul and what not but they could easily be just as annoying as that bitch. Well maybe not that far, but close enough, spewing foolish ideas that would just create headaches for him later. "Hey Bianca, Boss, I love you both, but please shut up. You guys keep perpetuating nonsense and the cat might lose one of her lives."

Alright, I admit, that was a bad joke.

That was when the Dei tour finally kicked off, and Napoli found himself buckling in to deal with his annoying teammates (read: Gratia) just a little longer. Soon enough he'd be free of her, and able to really explore the academy. Right now though, the library and stuff was pretty cool. Bianca was already scaring the crap out of some random student, Gratia was probably still being a bitch and Vega was no doubt still hugging and fawning over Emerald. The three of them never changed.

"Hey Bianca, you keep up the act and people are going to start wondering who you think you are."


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.

Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.

Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.

Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.

Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.

Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.

[User]
"That's fair enough I suppose," Maxwell responded without much enthusiasm. For a moment he was sure that he had caught a trace of something in Kanoa's expression when she looked at him but he made little of it. He was bad at that kind of thing to begin with so he had probably imagined it. But her comment about the gardening club. Was that a joke? Probably. But if not it might be something worth investigating in his own time. "Right," he responded simply, following after her as she led them into the forest. For some reason he felt a little ill at ease but he had no idea why. His revere was broken when Kanoa asked a surprisingly curious question.

"Kitsune?" Maxwell said aloud, as if he had never heard of such a thing. In fact the truth was the opposite. He had simply been surprised to hear the word, out here in a forest in the heart of backwater Maine. In truth he actually knew a little about them, the mythology and the origin of the name. His father was a supernatural buff and fiction author to boot after all. He also collected crap like that. Maxwell for his part had never really been interested in that kind of stuff. Not until recently anyway.

"Really, that's what comes to mind?" Maxwell had no words to describe just how creepy Mary had sounded. He sighed and shook his head. He had to agree with Augusts take on the whole situation. They were all on the wrong side on the weirdness scale for anyone to be throwing around comments like that. Despite himself he actually smiled and laughed to himself. "And what, you really think that if anyone was going to be doing the killing of nubile young teens it would be Kanoa? I can think of much better better candidates," he said with some levity looking directly at Mary.

It then that Kanoa tried to explain the logic behind the reasoning that she was basing her conclusions upon. Maxwell was suddenly a lot less at ease with the whole situation. He had assumed that she was working with something a little more...ironclad than pure speculation. "Tried to hypnotise you, huh?" he said with no apparent emotion. He really should have just walked away right at that moment and forgotten all of this madness. "So why couldn't it?" he said more to himself than to Kanoa.

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When they arrived at their apparent destination Maxwell found himself not sure what to say exactly. What exactly had he been expecting? Maxwell had to admit that if nothing else the building really fit the bill. Located deep in the forest. Hard to see among the trees. Or was it a tree that looked like a house. It wasn't like he had been expecting something normal like a wood cabin or a tent but still this was something else. He sighed at Kanoa's apparent lack of a sense of danger, yet found himself following immediately after her into the house. House tree? Tree house?

It was dim inside, lit by a glowing fire off to one side of the room, instruments of varying varieties scattered about a table. Clearly someone lived here. The fire suggested that until recently someone had even been here. Or still was here. Yet for some reason he was not as scared as he knew he ought to be. He walked over to the instruments and picked up what he believed to be a violin. He made no attempt to play it and instead turned it over curiously in his hands. Seemed pretty unremarkable. He turned his eyes toward the door way into the next room. "So what do we do now?" he asked seriously.

[Assistant]
Jackson shrugged at Kanoa's response, as that really didn't explain anything. He got that it moved, by why to Maine of all places. Seems like ab awful long way to go, even if they did use some sort of spiritual transportation. He spared a glance at Orion and some new guy as they came over.

'You should take that knife and-' Aphosis began his usual schtick with torture and death and mutilation, to which Jackson tuned out with a steady train of 'Shut up' thoughts. This kind of thing would terrifying, if he wasn't dealing with it on a near constant basis. He was pretty sure he could watch a grisky chainsaw massacre happen ih front of his eyes, and only be slighty perturbed by it, that was how desensitized to violence he'd become.

"Nothing much Orion, just discussed the likelyhood of Kanoa leading us to our doom, then eating our, how did you put it Mary, 'nubile teen bodies' or something like that. Can someone tell me the hell that even means, nubile that is." Jackson response was a little harsh in tone, but his lack of sleep, his irritation at having to get up so early(he wasn't a morning person), and dealing with the psycho spirit in his head made him rather grouchy.

(Time skip to Cabin)

"You know, Mary's theroy is a lot less crazy sounding now that we're actually here." Jackson couldn't help but comment as they approached the cabin, his eyes roaming over the building unimpressedly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. "I say-" He began, only to cut himself off as Aphosis spoke up in his head again.

'What a nice location for such a thing, I say you start eating the one who just arrived, his confusion and fear will mix quite well together, then-'

"Oh my fucking god, will you just shut up already!" Jackson exclaimed in annoyance as he began to pace around. "Every second, of every minute, of every day you've been talking non-stop about how to kill people violently, how to torture people brutally, and tell me over and over to kil everyone I meet. At first, this was terrifying,But only now am cI realizing just how fucking annoying you are. Can you please shut and give me just 5 minutes of uninterrupted mental silence." When he heard no response,he gave a sigh of relief. . . which he quickly swallowed when he remembered he was in front of other people.

"Oh, uh, non of thatnwas directed at you guys it was just, you know." Jackson tapped his head, but his flocked ti Daniel, the new one here that hadn't been at the classroom, thus missing his demonstration. 'Oh well, I'll explain it to him later if I have to.'

"Soooooooo, we going down the fox-hole or what?" Jackson chose to sit down, acting like his momentary lapse in sanity never happened.

[User]
"I have usual methods?"

About eight examples popped into August's head, but she suppressed the urge to explain herself. No point. Kanoa had already changed subject, talking about foxes and hypnotism. The red head began to wonder quite heavily if she had accidentally joined a group of asylum escapees trying to pass as high school students. Hypnotism. August stroked her chin a moment at the concept, giving a quirk of her lips as Maxwell voiced the word in a tone that suggested he was on the same page as the red head. Disbelief. Hypnotism supposedly only worked if the subject was willing to believe it was possible. The idea that it would work without the subject knowing was more subtle mental suggestion, conditioning done on a subconscious level so the subject reacts instinctively, not cognitively. Course, this didn't apply to spirits she supposed. The idea that Kanoa knew the spirit was trying to do so, moments before Raven had arrived, presented several problems. How would she know what had been happening? Was Kanoa naturally resilient to this stuff due to her connection with the spirit world? Why wasn't this brought up sooner? If the spirit could hypnotize, the entire theory that they could take precautions against the shape shifter was flawed. Why bother shifting in the first place? Were they all as resistant the effects? A scary thought popped into her head as she realized that her ability probably would make her more susceptible to mental manipulation. Her empathy and ability to connect to anything or anyone would probably make her a prime target in fact. That was going to be problematic.

August snapped back to reality as she recognized the boy arriving on the scene. Sheriff's son. They had never spoken, mostly cause the few times August had seen him she was either in the back of his dad's police car or being escorted out of the police department by her brother. Still, she smiled and waved, keeping the wave going as Orion showed up and slung an arm around the boy. Maxwell mentioned Mary doing the killing of their little group. August's eyes flicked instead to Jackson.
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August was now positive that Kanoa was withholding information from the rest of them. The red head had wandered this forest multiple times, knowing most of it pretty well. She could easily keep her orientation in it. And in a short ten minute span, Kanoa had somehow found a cabin August had never seen before, and this is definitely one she would have noticed. Either Kanoa was incredibly lucky for having chosen the exact direction to head in the entire forest, or she knew where it was, or at least a general idea of where it was. The redhead hesitated as the group filtered in. First Kanoa, then Maxwell, then-

"Oh my fucking god, will you just shut up already!"

August stared as Jackson blew up on his inner voices. He ranted for a bit, then attempted to play it off like a sneeze. Coming with these people was a mistake...August began to feel a bit of panic creep up on her. And the cabin wasn't any better. Who knew what emotions lay in the building? What could a kidnapping spirit house bring? Would August even be able to comprehend them? And it's victims? Even hypnotized, there had to be emotions of fear, panic. Desperation, loneliness. The idea of walking into such a maelstrom didn't appeal to her. Sprinting away into the forest would probably be wiser. Her eyes flitted to Daniel. Suppose having the sheriff's son here would be a useful alibi if she had to explain why she killed everyone in self defense. August took a breath and entered the cabin. She tightened up instinctively as she felt the creep of foreign emotions...brush her? Her eyes opened. Comfort. That's...all she felt? Really? Nothing else, no other emotion from a shape shifting, kid hypnotizing demon spirit's hidden torture hole past a feeling of comfort and calm?

This was just...eh. Not even worth bringing up really.

"Well that's almost disappointing."

August muttered as she began to examine the room itself, making careful mental notes to stay on the opposite side of the room as Jackson. The boy's knives were way too close to his hands at all times for her to feel remotely safe around such an unstable creature. At least the cabin's pathetic residual emotions were helping her calm down. Kinda.