[System]
Nicknames/Aliases:
Zero

  Age:
25

 Gender:
Female

 Rune/Location
Rune-Algiz
Location – Back of Left hand

Rune Powers:
Shields, the ability to shield oneself or another.

  Description:
Silvarae is considered to be of average size and build when compared to others of her age, standing in at approximately 5'6 and weighing in at 65kilograms. She is quick on her feet and extremely agile. Her eyes are a steel blue and she has long blonde hair that she keeps pulled back in a ponytail. She has the appearance of a woman that could blend into a crowed should she desire it, or stand out in that same token.
A smile rarely crosses her face though some have noted that in the heat of battle she wears a facsimile of a smile while her eyes shine with the purity of her hatred and blood lust. She is often seen wearing a form fitting body suit. While she is not preparing to battle or training she may be seen wearing a long shirt as her only clothing, the color of the shirt never matters seemingly to be chosen completely at random.
She carries herself with an air of superiority as if she knows she is better than most and thus she appears to most people to be unapproachable or indifferent. She keeps herself impassive to those around her and this shows not only on her face and it's lack of emotions but in her body language as well.

  Personality:
Quiet and withdrawn Silvarae prefers to keep her own company to that of others, she appears to believe that most others are inferior to her and so to spend time with them would be to lower herself. She rarely speaks to others, however when she does it's usually to bark an order or something. Most of her time is spent in combat training, even when given spare time she spends that in the training room pushing herself to greater heights.
The official stance on Silvarae Ailissa Kaizen is that she suffers from a severe inferiority complex and so lashes out at anyone who could possibly get close to her and is putting up an air of superiority as a way of guarding against the crippling feelings of inferiority she suffers. Due to this she is driven to prove herself more so than any others. She has been described as reckless if it means achieving her own goals, once having trained for 3 days straight without taking a break because someone had managed to achieve a goal that she had not been able to prior.

 Skills:
Silvarae is trained in many forms of hand to hand combat along with numerous forms of weapons.
Her main skills lay with in her agility and dexterity, she closes the distance between her and her enemies and uses a close combat style developed with a berserker in mind. She favours one of two different weapons for this,
Fenrirs Fangs; A pair of Daggers honed to within microns of an edge making them one of the sharpest pair of blades on the planet. The blades carry runic inscriptions along their lengths which read "The Bite Shall Rival the roar!" When she is surrounded and alone she will often resort to these short-ranged weapons in a hurricane fighting style.
Jormungandr; A two handed bastard sword which she will use if she requires something that hits a little harder in close combat. She has learned to use this in a defensive stance, and is used more when she has someone she has to protect.
Artemis; A high powered sniper rifle, .50 cal, this is used very rarely as it is counter intuitive to her chosen fighting styles and the profession she was trained in. Not very good with it.
Valhala; A small calibre SMG, this weapon only comes out if she is unable to use Ferirs Fangs or Jormungandr in battle. A kind of last resort capable of spreading bullets quickly if not terribly powerful. she uses it more as spray and pray than with any real skill.
Barrier; her rune ability to create shields of variable sizes, their strength wains as they grow bigger.

 Weaknesses:
Emotional attack; her insecurities and Inferiority complex leave her open, and vulnerable to any emotional type attack on her,
Close Combat fighter; She must be in close combat to fight her targets, even owning the Artemis she finds it very difficult and disturbing to use it.
Isolation; she keeps herself isolated from others not truly forming bonds and thus when she fights alone instead of fighting beside others.
Berserker Rage; While fighting she loses track of friend and foe, any that stand before her as a threat will be targeted.

 Brief History:
Being born into a family of overzealous mercenaries Silvarae had to learn from a very young age how to fight and defend herself or die trying. Her father taught her the necessary skills of fighting and honed them to a fine edge. However, he always told her she was not good enough, using his own impressive feats as a scale to belittle her. Her young age lead to her believing that nothing she could ever do would dwarf that of her father, and that everyone else was better off than she was. She slowly developed a strong dislike for others whom she would never be able to catch up to.
On the day, she turned 11 she fought against her first ever Warg, Her family had captured it with much skill and risk to test everything she had learned in what would be her first ever live combat. For the battle, she was given the choice of one weapon to take with her, being small and agile she chose to take a dagger, to an adult the weapon would have been little more than a letter opener.
The time had come and she faced off against a hungry and tormented Warg, that wanted nothing more than to sink it's fangs into her neck. The warg charged at her, and with movements as fluid as water she would move, if others hadn't watched they would not have believed how fast it was. Her eyes at this age already dull looking out at a world with the view of a jaded adult, were alight with fire. As the beast leaped to take down it's pray her subtle movement placing her to the inside of the beast and the dagger quickly biting into the chest of it.
A Growl and then nothing as the Warg hit the ground dead, she would look up to her father with the blood of the strike still covering her hand. A smile, one that any other might have said was disturbing on her face, the first life she had taken and it empowered her. It gave her training, her very existence in her mind a reason for being. She brought the hand to her lips that was covered in blood and licked it, 'still warm' the only words that went through her mind as she tasted the coppery essence that rand down her hand.
Witnessing this her father began to hire her out to people who required escorts out of the city or even to hunt down wargs that had found their way into town. Her graduation gift for passing all her training was the pair of daggers which would become known as Fenrir's fangs. Becoming known as such thanks to the savagery with which their master fought.
Many years passed with her running these hired jobs and she had never lost a single person to an attack. She garnered herself the title of Zero, meaning no one dies under her guard. She would become brusque and quiet. Seeming to stare down at people because of her talent.
That is until she was discovered by the institution for her unique skill which had been granted to her not too long ago.
Other:
Her Discovery:
The night was young and the group she had been hired to escort seemed to be a group of businessmen that were heading out of town for a week or so, nothing unusual about that in and of itself. What was though was the location they were heading to, she had heard reports of heavy Warg activity, and rumours of other monsters that lurk in the shadows. She mentioned that it was a bad place to go but they were adamant on their location and her father had already received payment for this mission. She informed them that they will do exactly as she says when she says, or else they will die.
They travelled the two days to the location which passed with little to no incidents, a couple of stray wargs which were terminated with haste. Arriving they set up camp and she set about securing a perimeter. Spell slingers may have helped in this however they only had her to guard them so she set trip wires and the likes around.
It was midnight on the first night at camp when they heard the first signs of something being up. A solitary Warg howl breaking the otherwise serene silence of the night. Silvarae was up and preparing for anything at the first notes of the sombre tone when she heard a second howl from the south, her mind checking quickly the first had come from the north. Moments later a third joined in from the east. The party of men became nervous and began to chatter about heading to the west to try escape the danger of three different Wargs.
Silvarae told the not to move at all, she knew what this meant, the hunting wargs were trying to channel them into a location where no doubt their pack would be waiting. A trap, she pulled out the Bastard Sword, Jormungandr and lowered herself into a combat position north of the men as she closed her eyes and listened. A slight jingle of a bell to the west, she was right, something had tripped her wire in that direction.
An Alpha Warg stepped into the light from the shadows it's eyes glowing red and saliva dripping from it's up curled lips, as if annoyed with the Humans who dared to stay put instead of running dead into their trap. It charged at the group growling as it did and jumping at them. Silvarae acting with a precision long since practiced caught the beast with her bastard sword flicking it back.
A fierce battle would ensue between her and this alpha predator as she caught it's attack with Jormungandr and parried them throwing the beast off balance several times and tacking any attack of opportunity. It wasn't until she heard another bell to the east jingle that she switched to the Fenrir's Fangs daggers dropping her sword. She would dispatch the new comer as he attempted to leap onto her with a backwards swipe of the dagger while the alpha stood back avoiding the worst of her attack.
Three more Wargs would approach from the shadows in attempt to surround her, they seemed to ignore the men for now as they were less of a concern and easy to kill at their leisure. The combined attacks against her were beginning to wear down her Defences with the daggers and the hurricane fighting style had its own drawbacks in that if it were to become prolonged as the Wargs were making it, she would become dizzy.
When the Wargs sensed weakness they launched in for a killing blow, at this moment she took a deep breath and readied herself for the inevitability of death, crossing the daggers to at least take down the alpha something happened. A flash of light on the back of her left hand and a rune appeared there, the daggers bit into the alpha however a barrier of force appeared around her blocking the other two from harming her. As the Alpha fell to the ground drawing his last breath the other wargs fled. The rest of the trip went with little incident, though the rune on her hand she did not recognize she did learn that it gave her the ability to produce a barrier like shield.

[User]
Helena was doing her best to navigate the room without losing her cargo, when she noticed she'd been approached. It was somewhat unusual to be working around anyone shorter than her fairly unimpressive height, so it took a moment to catch Dawn.

"Oh! Thanks I'm honestly fine. It's really not a-" she was cut off as CLifton breezed past and removed one of the contained from her grip.
"Really I don't need any help."

She gave a slightly strained smile before setting the coffee and milk down on the table and pulling a set of insulated cups from a large pocket in her voluminous sweater.

She might have maybe had more to say, but Clifton seemed very much occupied with one of the current attendees, who Oren was now back to owlishly glaring at.
"You seem to have forgotten my request." the Isa rune spoke, the whole situation setting alarm bells off.
"Draw your rune."

Helena, for her own part, took the point to step a little way back from the confrontation, with some intent to grab the coffee pot if things turned ugly less it end up emptied on someone's face. She was in no way qualified in security procedure. She wasn't even super qualified in office procedure.

[Assistant]
"Wouldn't even have a chance..." Volkir mumbles to himself after examining both@Kuroakuma Kana and Amity. " I guess its bests not to try...". He sighs, finishing his marshmallow before popping another one in his mouth. He then noticed another rune come in. "And here comes another..." He says eyeing @GoodLuckTuckMorgan as he walked in. Volkir could tell that he was male, but he also notices the femininity he carries. On that note, Volkir could tell he didn't care about gender. In truth Volkir really didn't care for gender either, yet he's mainly been attracted to girls. That doesn't mean he hasn't had thoughts of it.

 So many thoughts ran through Volkir's head. Why were they here? What is their purpose? Why are Runes only here? Where is the cake? He looks around the room once more to study everyone in the room. Yet again he finds himself getting lost in looking at Kana and Amity again. Maybe, I will. When the time is right, but who. Who am I kidding, I'm way too different.

[User]
As silvarae noticed that the girl who had shattered the door seemed more interested in the food than the others she relaxed slightly. Her attention leaving the girl she started taking note of everything else going on in the room and the fact that Isa and Clifton, a guy she had met all but once when he finalized the paperwork with father, were seeming very apprehensive about the new girl she would walk over towards them positioning herself beside the new girl.
"Hey now, can we all relax." she would say though she watched the girl from the corner of her eye. There were no standing orders at this point so she was making a strategic move to attempt to disarm the situation "I mean, she managed to get into one of the most secure locations on the planet, does anyone think she'd be just able to do that?" her question was aimed directly at Clifton. If Clifton had watched any of her training videos he would know she had taken a position that would let her subdue a potential threat quickly by stepping behind. Though anyone unfamiliar with her abilities might think that she was actually siding with the girl.
While it was true she had no desire to kill this girl, in fact she had no desire to kill anyone she simply wanted to make sure no one got hurt, and to her knowledge the girl in most danger of getting hurt right now was the one who slid through the window.


[System]
Race: Mostly Human
Age: 37
Appearance:
Skills
Background
Motto

[User]
With every lumbering step of the Herkurian, steam rose in clouds from the snow underfoot. The red-hot veins which normally ran throughout his rocky exterior were dimmed to feint lines by the biting wind, and he generally felt miserable. He wore no protection against the weather, because few materials would stand the heat of a Hekurian's flesh. His only attire was a fire-blackened kilt made of the same heavy leather that blacksmith's used for aprons, and a broad baldric of the same material holding some food alongside his massive half-axe, half hammer.

Reaching up to that belt, he grabbed an iron ingot and pulled it loose. He ate the metal in one mouthful, letting the heat of his fiery maw soften it before swallowing. As it hit his belly the veins that had begun to dim across his body flared up briefly, and the billowing stream of fire that was his hair brightened. It had been the third ingot he'd eaten since entering the Drangazi range, and that much food should have lasted him half the month.

Still, he had accepted the job and the word of a Herkurian, let alone a mercenary, was important. After several more minutes of leaving a watery trail up the mountain, the forest around him opened up into a clearing in which stood the unimposing structure that should be the Wizard's Tower. By his count, the rest of his company had already arrived, which he had expected. He moved slow, and did not choose to change his pace for others.

He did not stop as he drew near the others, instead walking straight on towards the tower's entrance, wanting to get his feet out of the snow as soon as possible. "This place is cold. I don't like cold."

[Assistant]
Durandal Hopsfield headed up the mountains, not noticing the cold due to his lengthy robes. After almost being nearly forced to face eternal winter, the white mage's father had discovered how to construct clothes imbued with magic that were resistant to almost every type of environment, powered by a slow drain on the users mana pool. A slight drain on mana however was obviously better than dying of hypothermia, so Durandal was once again reluctantly thankful for yet another of the gifts his family had graced him with.

The white mage was told that his objective would be to explore the wizards towers and find it's riches, promising a substantial reward. Five others would accompany him.

Upon arriving at the scene an hour later, the mage was instantly convinced of that a small child would have been more appropriate for the mission. The tower was ... disappointing.

Ignoring the others for a moment, the mage tried to scan the tower for any trace of magic. Nothing. Aside from the bug creature, and some traces of energy left from the couple, Durandal picked up no magical energy from the tower. "That's ... Odd" It was more than odd, it was terrifying. The fact that it was a wizard's tower should have at least made the place detectable, which made this a sign that perhaps his previous assessment was a huge underestimation of the tower's dangers. The wizard who had created the tower clearly had a wealth of knowledge.

Guessing that these were the other five members of the exploration party, Hopsfield delivered a nod towards them and also started to head towards the tower door, seeking shelter in order to avoid continuing the drain on his mana. The party could talk inside if it needed to, and that was where he would observe each of his allies in greater detail.

[User]
Hargrim gets up from the stairs as he sees a strange creature approaching. "What are... you supposed to be? I mean, yes, yes I am." The dwarf doesn't even get the time to explain the situation before his eyes catch a man walking up to them and not even paying them a look. Hargrim raises his eyebrow at him and scoffs. "I'm guessing you're number three." He turns around, looking at the tower. When he turns back to look at the man, a new surprise awaits him.

"A little girl! Of course! That was clearly missing! By the ancestors... How did we even mi-..." Before he has time to finish his sentence, a new pair comes almost falling out of the sky. A cheerily greet from Jacoby makes Hargrim rub his temples. "Okay, okay. I'm fine. This is fine. You're not going crazy Hargr-..." His eyes catch the sight of a lumbering titan, making it's way to the tower. "Never mind. I'm crazy. Why did I accept this job again?" He covers his face in his hands.

The giant figure walks up the stairs and lays his hand on the handle of the door. But before he has a chance of opening it, a new figure appears. He didn't say anything to them and simply walks towards the door, waiting for the giant to open it. Just now Hargrim notices the hand of the giant on the handle of the door. "Wait, wait wait! Do-...." It's too late. The giant opens the door. Instead of finding a simple hallway behind the door, the group sees a colorful portal swirling around. Before anyone has time to react, they all get sucked in.

[Assistant]
"You're not going crazy, master dwarf" Jacoby said reassuringly when Hargrim declared he was crazy "We can see him too. That's a herkurian, not a hallucination". It was then that Jacoby noticed Durandal. He opened his mouth to greet the new arrival, but before he could, Athalzerus opened the door.

"YAAHOOHOOHOOHOOEY" Jacoby hollered as the party was sucked into the portal. As they traveled through the portal Jacoby and Chomp were amazed by the dazzling color, the other worldly sounds, and the general trippyness of their current surroundings. "I never though I'd say this, but I've found something more fun than flying!" Jacoby exclaimed as they continued through the portal. "This is the most stunning sight I've ever seen!" Jacoby declared before noticing that Marianne was still next to him. "I stand corrected" Jacoby said "You outclass it by a mile".

[User]
Marianne blinked, letting go of the arm she was holding to turn in the direction of a new voice. It sounded distinctively young and one obviously too enthusiastic for the grave journey they were all about to embark upon. Hearing the boy's introduction, Marianne smiled kindly, bowing to show her manners. Well then, he certainly had quite the number of bones to play with.

Tilting her head, she watched the group up ahead move ever closer to the wizard's tower. Taking that as her cue to follow onward as well, the otherwise silent girl winked at Jacoby before following the heated footsteps of a red, rock thing. The dark-haired girl only gave pause when the group halted, noticing the single white mage of the group daring towards the tower's entrance alone.

The dwarf of the group-Marianne noted his name to be Hargrim-gave a call of warning before the tower's entrance had been breached. A smile of amusement and curiosity crossed Marianne's pale features as she stared the swirling vortex of color and sound. Soon, the feeling of forced motion overridded all of her senses and she found herself pulled towards the portal much like the others.

At that moment she noticed Jacoby beside her. Despite the whooshing of the world all around them, she could clearly hear his words directed towards her. She opened her mouth, letting loose a small giggle as she reached into her pocket to reveal a black book. However, her laughter went unheard and it was difficult to deduce if it was because of the rapid portal or her voice was just that soft.

[Assistant]
Rucks hadn't particularly coined on to the other members of their party arriving, not out of ignorance but more so out of the possible hypothermia he had contracted from staying out in the cold for too long. He was vaguely aware of a small girl tugging on his robe's sleeve but he thought it was some form of delusion. Then the big monster with a rider came crashing down, followed shortly by a demon-like man. In all honesty, it was hard to see why these weren't just visions as he neared death.

But then came Ruck's saving grace, the portal-door to the tower. As he was sucked in warmth flooded over his entire body, ridding himself of the potentially deadly condition that he had unwillingly contracted due to his own incompetence. Otherwise the feeling of the portal was not unlike travelling to the dream, it was familiar in some ways at least. Not quite as light and fluffy, but more vibrant and energetic. If it was taking them to another realm Rucks could not be sure, but he didn't push the theory out of his mind.

After they landed Ruck's hallucinations became a reality - or rather, they ceased being hallucinations. The small girl, young compared to the rest of the group except maybe the one who rode upon the monster. She seemed strong in her own regards though, obviously not physically like the aforementioned monster rider, or even possibly the dwarf and almost certainly the demon - who Rucks, with a clearer mind, now recognised as a Herkurian. But instead mentally like himself, the mantis or even the mage who was easily given away by his lengthy robes which were unsuited to a warrior. Rucks was unsure how such a young one could be so strongly gifted, especially if she was human as her appearance lead him to believe. But some mysteries are best left unsolved, or at least postponed until later.

Next up was the one with the monster, Rucks seemed to recall a name, Jacoby... or Chomp? He glanced them up and down, Jacoby must be the human, he figured. A nice human name, Jacoby. Probably. He appeared to be of the roguish sort with his fancy steel claws although looks could be deceiving. The monster probably served to dispatch foes very quickly. Otherwise the lad left very little up to judge in his appearance.

The Herkurian was the next for him to spot, alongside the Dwarf which was a semi-amusing contrast of figures. The Herkurian stood very tall with muscles larger than any of a human. Rucks was actually quite scared of the creature, who looked like he had just been pulled from a pit of brimstone. Probably best to get on his good side. The Dwarf looked much like any other of his kind, short, loaded with gadgets and the such. Probably incredibly entertaining to be around.

Then left the final two, the other mage and the mantis. The mage wore long white robes, so, a white mage if he followed the ideal of wearing the colours of your chosen magic. One such ideal Rucks didn't share, instead wearing the dark green robes of many dreamwalker mages, embroidered with patterns which had great meaning in Nymph culture. The robes practically covered this figure up though, so Rucks didn't have much to go off of. The Mantis was just that, a Mantis. Rucks knew nothing of their kind so it left very little to go off of, other than a hint of magic in the air around him.

And then there was the room they had landed in, it was large, or it may have been more accurate to describe it as huge. Circular in nature, but not like anything a mere man could build, this room was perfectly circular, not a single hint of a jagged or squared edge anywhere, it must have taken years to try and build. But perhaps for a magician who could mask the portal from Rucks, it took a mere few moments to bend the stone to their will. There was a domed roof, strange for a tower since there would be little room above it, but the rooms size already toyed with the idea of reality and its constraints. The dome was held up with four pillars, each larger than a man in width and taller than the Herkulian by a clear meter. They were chiselled with elegant patterns, not unlike those you would see in the hall of a noble trying to show off his wealth, but whoever built this place didn't need petty patterns for that purpose. The floor was covered in tiles, tiny in size creating what Rucks would assume was a mosaic, however from his place on the floor (As he had yet to recover the strength to stand) he could not tell what said picture may entail.

The most interesting part of the room however was the inside of the dome itself, a picture of the stars. Or, was it? This picture you see, was unlike any Rucks had ever encountered, it seemed to adopt a three dimensional viewpoint; until one of the stars shot across the dome. No painting was four dimensional, not even a magician could pull that off surely? Rucks stared in awe as he gathered his strength and stood, he tried to voice his amazement but his throat stung as if he partaken in some extremely strong alcohol. He instead settled for staring upwards until someone else voiced awe for him.

[User]
The white mage was suddenly sent through possibly the world's most colorful portal, with a rainbow of colors spinning around him. He thought he heard a few voices speaking, but the mage was too distracted by his surroundings to give them any real attention.

The portal stopped abruptly, depositing the parts into a dome shaped room. The room was bare aside from four large columns that supported the ... ceiling? Was it a ceiling? In place of where stone or wood would normally be, Durandal simply saw a starry sky. Like the dreamwalker, he initially believed it was an ornate painting. But when a shooting star moved across the white mage spoke before thinking.

"Wait Uhhh.... What the Hell?"

To him, the seemingly impossible roof was only the first of his issues with the area. He looked around, seeing that the room was incredibly large, perhaps larger than the original tower.

"This room couldn't have fit in the tower. That building was far too small ... and it was daytime outside ... right? Not the middle of the night?"

Acamen once again looked at the ceiling, and realized that he was starting to panic. He closed his eyes, concentrating on casting a simple cantrip. He summoned up a small orb of light over his head, more as an exercise of sanity than for any sort of practical purpose. With his mind cleared, he turned to the others.

"I'm assuming everyone is alright? I don't think I'm injured."

If someone was injured, it would be one of his jobs to heal them. It wasn't his favorite part of magic, but a hurt person right now would only add to the parties confusion.


[System]
age: 25
personality: a kind, if somewhat strict person, Oliva is a rule follower. She has a loud voice which she continually uses when instructing. She does have a jolly nature, and while she can be serious and determined, she can also be funny, and encouraging.
history: Oliva trained to be a exorcist since she was 15 years old, and moved through her education quickly, soon becoming an exorcist. She was born and raised in a small town, until she was ten when she was sent to a church, to train to be a nun. However, it was found she didn't have the temperament to become on, but rather the temperament to become an exorcist which is what she did.
appearance:
meister: aria
Mischelious

[User] As the class seemed to disperse, Cassandra waited, as Lorenzo let Alec go. She carefully approached Alec, wary, but sure that things were okay, for now. "Hey. Maybe we could talk?" The guy just looked down trodden, and in need of an ear, and perhaps some reassurance, although Cassandra didn't know how good she would be at that, as she could barely reassure herself half the time.

[Assistant] Sayuri stands up shakily and looks at the other students when the teachers call for lunch, 'Ah crap I forgot to bring something to eat... Guess I'll just sit around in the classroom until we get back to class...' sighing she puts the practice sword away and grabs her actual blade before heading back to the classroom nodding to Ari as she passes then stops and turns to her, "You wanna eat together Ari? Not that I have much to eat but we could talk..."

[User] Alec looked up at her with sad eyes and a cracked soul, it was plain to see by the look in his eyes that he himself believed that even if everything worked out no one would ever trust him again. After all everyone saw what he had done and everyone knew about what he was now, Lorenzo was the only person so far who he believed wasn't going to hate him, "Um...Sure...I have some soup from home for lunch so...we can sit and talk sure..." to make matters worse she was also very pretty and he was still horribly nervous.

[Assistant] Cassandra gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile, and nodded. She led the way to somewhere that had no people, figuring that the whole school didn't need to know what she was going to say. "I very nearly lost control, too. Something about Miss Oliva's tone just made me think what would happen if j did, and I knew I couldn't live with myself if it happened. You're not alone. You stopped, and that's all that matters" she hesitated, staring at her gloved hand, before getting out her sandwich. "I'm one too. Except more hot, then cold" she managed a smile as if her pathetic attempt at a joke was funnier then it was."please don't be sad. Please?"

[User] "I brought a lot if you'd like something to eat." Ari said softly to Sayuri. She smiled lightly, glad someone else made the effort to talk to her than the other way around. "Where would you like to go?" She asked as she pulled out her lunch bag. She had packed herself two sandwiches today just in case.

[Assistant] Lorenzo relaxed in the classroom as he simply ate his ham and cheese sandwich watching as the others splintered off to talk to eachother. Lorenzo had no real interest in talking to the others right now, he helped out that boy Alec with his snow problem and that seemed like enough for the day he would stop people from talking to him but he wasn't planning to initiate a conversation with the others while he was trying to eat and get his mind away from how anyone else but him could have frozen to death getting that close to Alec the way he was. Right now he was simply wondering when they would go back to work...

[User] Sayuri thought for a moment before turning to head outside, "Why not outside? It's a nice day so why not enjoy it?" she leads the way outside and to one of the benches outside. Sitting down. She smiles at Sri, "Thanks for sharing. I didn't exactly have time to make or buy anything today. So... What do you wanna talk about?"

[Assistant] Alec looked at her and blushed a tiny bit when she smiled, he had to admit she was very pretty. His eyes softened as she spoke letting her know that she was getting through to him. "Miss Olivia must have known about us..." Alec pulled out a minicooler from his bag and pulled out a big sub, "I felt your aura...and my...other side...defended me because I was afraid...It's been this way since I was very small...my adopted parents say that my mother was a demon from high in the snowy mountains..."

[User] Cassandra leaned back slightly, thinking. She shifted, feeling like she was nothing but a child compared to Alec. "I don't know whether you're luckier then I. I never knew.'not until a little while ago." she said, biting into her sandwich. "but I figure what is, is. I can't change who j am, but I'll be damn sure I won't let what I am change me. You shouldn't either. We just...need to learn control" she said, thinking on that, wondering if it was possible, but knowing she would try to make it so. "still, today hasn't been worse then the first day of elementary school!" Cassandra let out a genuine laugh@makarov

[Assistant] "you're welcome. Ari smiled lightly, sharing her lunch. "that's too bad to hear that you're that busy. I don't really know what to talk about, especially after... That." she looked down at her lap, still thinking about class today. "do you have any idea what happened? I'm still trying to comprehend it all.

[User] "That was indeed interesting. And it seems like it's going to stay interesting for a long while. As for what happened I have an idea," she leans forward, "I think they could be Half Demons," she leans back and looks up while that sinks in. She sighs and looks back, "I don't think their bad people though..."

[Assistant] Rex ate by himself, per usual. He was a drifter, never really getting attached to one group. But he was... not content, but okay with it. He had two cups of instant ramen, but he knew that they wouldn't last. I'll be hungry by the end of the day, he thought. Oh well. I wonder if it's true that Johann Faust in Japan eats this on a regular basis?

[User] Lorenzo looked over seeing Rex wondering how he thought of everything of went down, he seems like a loner much like Lorenzo himself. Once Lorenzo finished his lunch he got up knowing ms Olivia was going to call for everyone to get back to class. Although if she would have them train more or switch to book learning is something else. Lorenzo watched as everyone talked about what happened and he started to wonder what they thought of him being able to go into the freezing zone that was Alec...

[Assistant] "they aren't bad people, I know they aren't." Ari said softly, frowning a little. "And it would make sense if they were, y'know." She meant the half demon thing Sayuri had mentioned before. The more Ari thought about it, the more she thought it was likely to be true.

[User] Rex finished his first cup of noodles, and started on the second one. One of the gifts he'd been given from his demon parent was an enhanced sense of smell. He could tell that there were other half-demon present in this school. Some had powerful parents; others, like himself, were born to less powerful ones. He pushed the thought aside. Classes soon, he murmured in his head. He picked at a not-a-shrimp shrimp with his chopsticks before popping it into his mouth.

[Assistant] Sayuri finishes up her food and stands, "Ya know... I'm a little jealous of them... They know exactly what they are... Unlike me..." she sighs before suddenly Tsuki shoots out and hits Sayuri with her tail, "I'm tired of you bring this up Sayuri! You're a human and I'm a demon. No more thinking about it!" Sayuri staggers back at the strike and verbal assault. Blinking a couple times she smiles, "I know. Won't stop popping into my head though. Oh, and you just revealed yourself to her," she points Tsuki towards Ari.

[User] Ari jumped a little, looking at Tsuki on Sayuri's shoulder. "Oh, hello..." she laughed nervously, surprised. "I dont want to come off rude, but do you live inside her body? Ari asked, just curious. "'Cause you kinda just popped out of her.

[Assistant] Alec nodded softly, his eyes were a bright crystal blue, "I've only ever used it on my own once...i was 7...my cat was about to be run over by a car...and i willed the Frost to stop the truck..." Alec looked at her and nibbled his Sub softly, "Ice exploded from the ground and speared the truck straight up through the engine...I saved Mittens that day...But I've never been able to do it again...only when I'm afraid." He smiled when she laughed, and it was then he realized just how beautiful she was and he started to blush a bit, "You have...a beautiful laugh..."

[User]
"Well, at least you saved Mittens" Cassandra finished with a smile, finishing off her sandwich. she blinked at the comment on her laugh, causing her to blush slightly. "Thanks, I don't think anyone has said that to me before", giving a soft sigh as call to go back to classes came.

"Shall we walk to class?"

[Assistant] Lorenzo kept moving until he was back in the training area they were in before. Ms Olivia believed that they should try again. Obviously Lorenzo and Cassandra fighting was of the table considering that they already did and when they did it caused Alec to go into ice demon mode. So for the time being Lorenzo was just going to watch everyone else have their turn...

[User] Tsuki stares at Ari for a couple seconds before getting right up in her face, "You... Aren't freaking out? Don't you find it weird that someone who's only a knight having a demon... especially when you assume it lives insiack-" Sayuri sighs and yanks Tsuki out of Ari's face. Tsuki glares at her but she speaks first, "You need to calm down Tsuki and not always assume the worst. Though I would like to know why you didn't react very much as well but I can worry about that later. Either way let's get back to class and I'll explain on the way," turning heads towards where they were practicing before explaining that Tsuki lived like a shadow on her skin rather than actually in her and even showed her what it looked like. If asked how it happened she avoided the question. When they arrived at the room she started back up in the training room going through the course as relative ease.

[Assistant] "After everything else that happened today, she sighed, "this wasn't as shocking." She said softly, following Sayuri back to class. Ari remained quiet after that, though. She didn't want to cause any more trouble. She looked around at the course, waiting for Sayuri to be far enough ahead before Ari began to follow behind her.

[User] Cassandra lead the way back to the training room, uneasy, but she still gave Alec a smile, hoping to reassure him that everything would be alright. She wasn't too sure that fighting would set him off, so Casandra would make sure to keep an eye on him. And just hope that she wouldn't freak out either.

[Assistant] Lorenzo took a spot in the corner nearby to watch as ms Olivia called for Sayuri to come to the fighting area along with ari so they both can get a fight in and show their stuff. After all ms Olivia still needed to assess their fighting abilities as they were. Although it was obvious Alec wouldn't be put in the front lines if he turned his power on like that...

[User] Sayuri looks over when it was announced she was going to fight. Walking over to Oliva she stops crossing her arms, "Okay so we're fighting. I assume we're using the training weapons. Any other stipulations?"

[Assistant]
"Just one. Turn your attitude down" Olivia said pleasantly, but it was clear she was not going to put up with such an attitude. "And then we should be all going to go."

She glanced over at Cassandra, Lorenzo, and Alec. There was really no way of telling what could see them off. Olivia had no doubt she could prevent a complete loss of control, but it was best to be careful

[User] Ari joined Sayuri, staying quiet. She looked around the room as she got to the center, assessing the space she had to fight in. Her eyes stoops back on ms Olivia, listening to what she had to say. After she stopped, Ari headed over to the practice weapons, looking for something that she was used to.

[Assistant] Lorenzo looked over and watched each of them as Ari and Sayuri were getting ready to finally get their round to show off to MS Olivia. Lorenzo and Cassandra already had their round it cause Alec to get scared and defensive and cause the room to go sub zero. Hopefully Lorenzo wouldn't have to do that again. Lorenzo wondered how it would all play out and he would be glad once this fight was over they could go and find their own dorm rooms and maybe he could relax after having to deal with Alec.

[User] Sayuri shruges before walking over to the wall and grabbing the same practice sword she was using before, 'Hmm... I was just asking. Whatever,' she starts to remove her jacket but hesitates for a second before fully sheding it and setting it in a corner. She gives it a couple swings before walking over to Olivia, "I'm ready whenever Ari is. I get to actually try my style against another person. This'll be interesting."

[Assistant] "Im ready, don't worry." she sighed, swinging the practice sword around slightly. Honestly, she was a little bored and was anticipating this practice fight. After what happened before lunch, everything was boring to Ari now. She got into position across from Sayuri, waiting for ms Olivia to say go.

[User] "You don't have to wait for me, you may start" Oliva said, stepping back to allow the two space, but ready to intervene if it needed. She was still on guard, and she watched the trio to see if there was any sign that they would lose control


[System]
Username: POOHEAD189
Race/Species: Human (From the Kingdom of Harek)

Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class: Mercenary/Armsman/Amateur Swordmage

Weapons:

* Bastard Sword
* Kite Shield

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): A lean, fit, but refined man with dark hair and eyes, with a navy blue tunic over chainmail (covering leather) and loose fitting dark brown trousers. He has a fair face, albeit with a scar at the left of his chin and running down his jawline. His hair is wavy, loose and tousled. Not entirely groomed as he was raised, he still looks more or less presentable, and perhaps charming when he feels the need to present himself as such. He has the look of a youth that has been refined like silver through various trials by fire.

Armor:

* Chainmail hauberk
* Leather armor over it.
* Leather bracers/pauldrons

Equipment/Other

* Sword sharpening/cleaning kit
* Water Jug
* Herbal remedy to halt light bleeding
* 3 pounds of beef jerky

Mental Description/Personality: Markus is a strong willed and adventurous young man, having left his moderately home to seek his fortunes to the east. He enjoys learning, his rebellious attitude having dimmed somewhat from his training by his Elvish master. He has a good mind about him when it comes to common sense, though he can be a bit rash if he lets his anger get the better of him. Generally he has a friendly, if wary demeanor. He will sometimes spout wisdom he has learned on his travels. In truth he has more general knowledge than spell knowledge, for he is only a fledgling spell caster. Still, he'll always be interested in learning more of the arcane arts. He has a curiosity about him that he sometimes can't help. Ironically, he'll chastise others for taking risks he might take as well.

Goals: Markus' goals are to seek his own fame and fortune, through his own skill. He wants to live as a free man, outside of the pointless bickering of the lords.

Background/History:
The bastard nephew of a lord, Markus had always been more focused on exploration in the surrounding forests and his various interests rather than his duties as a vassal. He used his standing not to further his family's fortunes, but to further his own. Not out of selfishness, mind. He'd often seen children who were less fortunate to be encouraged by their parents to do well for themselves. All he had ever heard from his family was what he could do for them.

One day his older brother was killed in a raid, which lead Markus and his father to argue and break off their relationship through a fit of anger. Markus escaped the next day, taking a modest sum of money as well as some equipment and traveling east, taking up arms with a few mercenary companies. He found despite his individuality, he was not a bad leader to smaller groups of companions, at least as long as they were after the same prize and had shared goals.

Before long he culminated enough funds to find an Elvish tutor in magic and swordplay. He lived there for 3 years, learning from the Elf in a forested tower before he was hired onto a fine expedition to explore the surrounding mountains. The adventure came into disaster, rock trolls making the group split up. Markus survived the mountains and found himself on the other side of them, next to a great body of water called the Sunlight Sea. He spent a year on the Cutlass coast, taking small, boring jobs on various ships as a guard before he found himself in HighMast.

[User]
Markus breathing was labored, in fact. Long hours of practicing calming techniques to help concentrate on his mediocre magic skills did allow him to have control over it somewhat, which helped him keep himself steady in high tense situations. He gazed at the glowing runes upon the wall, perspiration giving his skin a small sheen in the glowing light that permeated from the glyphs.

"We...we don't have time." he said suddenly. The hoots and howls of the Orcs filled the hall outside the cavernous, archaic mausoleum. He reluctantly broke eye contact with the runes, turning about and grabbing Valerie's arm to help get her moving, pulling her nearly to the door. He didn't like pulling her, even as a help to get her going, but now was not the time for manners.

As he stepped out into the hall, the stomps and grunts echoed off the walls, and to the right he saw three Orcs step into view. Brutish faces and tusked jowls growled at him. He turned the other way, and he could the shadows of more Orcs approaching there as well. It was at that moment, the realization they were trapped hit Markus like a slap to the face.

For a moment, he did not know what to do. No! He knew what to do. He just needed time. He let Valerie go, and with his free arm he summoned a flame. "Stand back," he told her, pressing against the walls as more Orcs poured in from the right. Three seconds later, he leaped into the hall again and spent his fireball spell, engulfing the first Orcs and sending the rest screeching and singed.

His next action was to make it to the roughly hewed magic doorway once more. "Hold them off me, Valerie," he breathed. "I need only a minute." He did his best to concentrate on the runes in front of him, muttering to himself and forming bits and pieces of the opening incantation.

[Assistant]
Valerie didn't need much more than the initial tug from Markus on her arm to get moving again, as much as she wanted to rest. The threat of an imminent encounter with the orcs was enough to keep her adrenaline up, and let her keep expending energy. It seemed there would be no more running, however. They were faced with orcs on either side in the hallway. Valerie drew her sword, feeling a bit of panic well up within her.

It subsided a little when Markus seemed to still have a plan, and she ducked back away as he launched his fireball to put up a flaming barrier on one end of the hall. That would make things a little easier, but more were coming from the other side. She watched him run for the magic doorway, taking a moment to comprehend what he meant. He was going to open it, or something. Offer them an escape. That was good, but it meant that Valerie would need to withstand the orcs on her own. He said he only needed a minute, but she wasn't sure if she would last that long. She offered no argument, though. It would only delay him, and she needed to focus if she was going to survive.

The hallway was pretty narrow, which was a benefit to her. It would help her keep the orcs in front of her, stop them from attacking her flanks where she couldn't defend herself. The lighting wasn't great, but it would do, and the fire behind her actually helped. Valerie widened her stance a little, settling into a defensive guard. You can do this, she thought to herself.

Two of them came at first, the lead one with a two-handed axe and the second with a sort of spiked metal club. They charged fast, and for a moment Valerie thought they meant to run her over. Her instinct told her to get out of the way, but she couldn't let one get behind her, so she stood her ground and lunged. The decision surprised the axe-wielding orc, who was caught in the midsection with a stab and forced back. The second couldn't quite slip around the first.

Valerie went on the offensive while she had the chance, making several slashes aimed for the orc's torso. Her swings weren't as fast as usual, the orc able to deflect her attacks away, eventually returning them with strikes of its own. She had to dodge backwards, the axe head whoosing past her face twice. She planted her back foot hard after the second strike and lunged forward and up, driving the point of her sword under the orc's chin and ending its life swiftly.

Withdrawing the blade, the body fell to the floor. It was immediately used as a sort of jumping pad by the second orc, who came down hard on her with an overhead blow with the club. Valerie got her guard up and blocked it to the side, but the impact was heavy enough to ring through her arms, the effort of staying on her feet sending a burning through her tired legs. She stumbled backwards towards the doorway into the room Markus was in, momentarily putting a hand out to the wall for support.

The orc sensed her weariness and pressed the attack. This one was quicker, giving her no time to counter. Valerie was forced to block heavy blow after heavy blow, with less efficiency than she preferred, each one sending her another step back. An uppercut knocked her guard high, and the orc stepped in to throw an underhanded punch to her midsection, the blow connecting fully. Valerie staggered backwards fully into the doorway, coughing and gasping, briefly falling to a knee before she forced herself to her feet. Any wind she had left was long gone after that, along with her ability to mount a decent attack. She tried to focus on her breathing and her guard, and just staying on her feet. I can't take many hits like that...

She could hear more of them coming, but the one in front of her wasn't done yet. At full strength she would have been fast enough to outmaneuver, but Valerie was exhausted and breathless. More swift and hard strikes came at her, and she tried to hold her ground to keep the doorway, to make sure Markus's back was covered while he worked. Had it been a minute? It was impossible to tell. The orc caught her flat footed and waiting for a strike, rushing in instead with a shoulder bash to her chest. She was knocked off balance, and the next strike bashed her guard entirely to the side. The orc spun about and swung the club in a wide arc.

With a heavy and wet thud the club struck Valerie in the side of her abdomen, the little spikes on the weapon digging in to her. She fell to the side with a moan of pain until she hit a statue of a noblewoman, the only thing that kept her on her feet. Her right hand immediately went to her side, where blood was escaping from the wound, running down onto the blue sash tied around her waist. The pain bloomed along her entire right side; her heart hammered in her chest, her legs threatened to give out.

Somehow she managed to stay on her feet and deflect the next strike, though she was forced further backwards into the room. The orc snarled at its wounded foe. Valerie forced herself to hold her blade with both hands, her right palm slick with blood. She blinked rapidly, fighting off the desire to collapse and trying to anticipate where the next attack would come from. She would have to; any more damage would almost certainly bring her down.

[User]
Markus's thoughts and focus were completely upon the runes that held the key to their survival. Not only for the obvious need they had for opening the portal, but it was magic he had not seen before. Powerful weaves of various spells that yet still somehow unlocked with a (relatively) simple incantation. He almost had it. He only needed to decypher the last bit glowing script, his mind moving fast by sheet instinct. He couldn't, he...
Got it.

He placed a hand on the stone, and spoke. "Elen Tha Mas, Mor Vaheco Naesh." Suddenly, the runes blazed brightly, and the stone grinding against the archway as it slowly opened. His elation and relief was short lived, when he heard a thump and a cry of pain that sent a cold chill down his spine. Valerie!

The Orc stood over her with a glowering hatred, spittle dripping off its tusks. It grunted something in its guttural language, and raised its club to strike her down. The Orc's club flew down like a meteor, only to thunk into something hard and metal. Using his knees to brace himself, Markus had blocked the heavy blow with all of his strength.

"Get back," he ordered the Orc with menace he did not realize he had. If he had the chance to self examine himself, he'd surprise himself at the level of danger that had entered his dark eyes. With a deft movement, his sword flowed downwards and sliced into the Orc's belly, carving its spine. He twisted the blade, and tore it out with a terrible sucking noise. Blood pumped down the Orc's abdomen, and Markus kicked it backwards to sway and fall over.

The next Orc behind that one swung its Axe in a vicious arc, causing Markus to dance back. The portal was now open fully, and he knew that he could not hope to keep up any battle momentum. He was far too tired and winded to hold off for long. "Valerie!" he cried, ducking an Axe swing that cracked the statue of a Nobleman. "Get inside the tomb! I'm right behind."

He tried to block the next swing of the Axe, but so powerful was it that his sword was ripped out of his hands to hit the back wall. It was all he could do to produce his shield, and the next block nearly broke his arm, the impact causing him to cry out in pain and weariness. With the only wind he had left, he screamed at her. "Do it!"


[System]
Zeke Carter

"When adversity strikes, that's when you have to be the most calm. Take a step back, stay strong, stay grounded and press on. -LL Cool J

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Personal Information
Nickname:
Zeke the Almighty
or simply Z
Enemies may call him 'Meat-head'

Birth Date:
January 25, 1995

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

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In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Zeke's eyes are a piercing blue that seem to stare into your soul when he is serious, but that doesn't happen very often and most of the time he has a very distant, glazed look. Nonetheless, he is very handsome with nice facial features. He sometimes has a stubble when he is too lazy to shave but likes to have a clean face. His blond hair glimmers in the sunlight and one can tell he is not ordinary when they look at him. He tends to loom over people when he is standing as he is a solid 6"6. He is fairly muscular, but not to the extent of a bodybuilder. He is more legs than torso and his arms are also very long.

Clothing Style:
Zeke prefers to wear tank tops to show off his muscles or if he could, be shirtless altogether. Still, he will wear things like t-shirts, button-ups, v-necks, and whatever if it is in his closet as he doesn't really care. He often wears athletic shoes such as Nike. Overall he doesn't really care what he wears because he knows that he would probably look good in it anyhow.

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Delving Deeper
Likes:
* Hot girls
* Working out
* Meat
* Sports
* Competitions in general
* Beaches
* His 'bros'
* Beer
* His father being Zeus

Dislikes:
* Math
* Girly stuff like things that are pink and Chick flicks
* People looking down on him
* Being ignored
* Most teachers

Fears:
NONE -- but seriously:
* Not being good enough
* Disappointing his father
* Tangerines (if anyone found out, he would probably kill them)

Habits:
* Speaking in third-person when he's fired up
* Cracking his knuckles
* Zoning out when people talk to him

Personality:
♦ Arrogant ♦ Charismatic ♦ Tough ♦ Womanizer
Zeke seems like your typical jock. He is full of himself, yet somehow seems to win people over with his confidence. He is tough, but more brawn than brains. He likes to mess around with women, and has a bad reputation as a player. However, there is more to him than meets the eyes. When something is really important to him or the matter calls for it, he will reveal a more human side to him. He is actually not completely an idiotic meat head, believe it or not. He simply does not like to reveal that other side of him in fear that it may make him seem weak or inferior.

Background:
Zeke grew up with a single mother for most of his life. He wasn't the easiest child to raise though with his awful grades and tendencies to get into fights. Hera, the wife of Zeus, was so upset at his affair with another woman that she did her best to make sure that he never met his son. His mother tried to explain that to him, even admitting that his father was the great god Zeus, but Zeke did not believe her. At least, not until his 13th birthday when Zeus, himself, finally came down to meet his son for the first time since his birth.

At first Zeke was stunned and star-struck, unable to say a word. Then his father gave him a present that he cherishes more than anything, still today. A mini-lightning bolt, just for him. He hasn't used it, though throughout his childhood, that was always what he has gotten for his birthday much to his mother's dismay. He promised to only use it for emergencies, which never occurred, so he has 7 of them.

Anyhow, now that he knew that Zeus was indeed his father, his confidence sky-rocketed and he started doing better academically, except in math. He was still competitive, but no longer got into as much fights. Why should he anyhow? He was part god. He was the son of Zeus. He didn't have to meddle with mere mortals.

Soon he got recruited into Olympus Academy where he meets other demi-gods like him, though his arrogance remained. He was the son of one of the Big Three.
Extra:
My favorite goddess is still Iris. I guess I'll say my favorite god is Apollo.

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Godly Information
Godly Parent:
Zeus!

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Making up for the time that they didn't have together during Zeke's childhood, Zeus has been a good father to him. They hang out, talk about hot girls, and even play ball together. Zeke loves his father a lot and looks up to him.

Godly Abilities:
Heroic Strength: While he was always stronger than most kids, it wasn't until he started working out that he realized that he had an insane amount of strength and physical capabilities. (Think Hercules)
L-l-l-lightning Power!: Like previously mentioned, he does have lightning bolts at his disposal, he just never used them yet...

[User]
Jonas Highwind

Location: In door, looking out upon the dorm parking lot
Interacting with: Dana Harada, Adachihara Kazuma, Rebekah Cross, and Dallas Relo (indirectly)

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So this was a three-way conversation now. Okay, alright, socialization. All good. No issues. He butted into conversations a lot himself, he couldn't really find it in him to be irked with this kid for doing the same.

"ORE SANJOU!"

After all, she was just being helpful anyway. Better than he could say half the time, as he was sure Dallas would readily attest to. Yeah, this is actually alright.

"You're doing fine, new languages are hard. There's a bunch of little food spots around campus. Up that way there's a nice little Italian place th--"

"ORE WA KAZU! ORE SANJOU!"

And then there was this guy, proudly standing with his arms folded across his chest and yelling their ears off from atop his and Zaheen's (soon to be Hansel's) pet project. Alright. Somebody must have been listening in on the puns from earlier and decided retribution was in order. The situation here was steadily spiraling out of control, and he'd never felt quite so lost in his own front lawn.

"Hajimemashite." he repeated, this time more tersely and followed by a deep breath. "Watashi no torakku wa orite kudasai."

Nice to meet you.

Please get (off of/down from) my truck.

Thank Dad I decided to start taking Japanese for my foreign language credits...

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That had better be right.

[Assistant]
Rebekah Cross

Location: Academy Campus
Interacting With: @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow, @Onarax

Two thoughts registered in the daughter of Athena's mind. The first was that it was odd that there was such a high concentration of Japanese demigods in this specific location, as well as a student that successfully spoke their language. While they weren't any more or less represented than any other nationality (after controlling for the school's location, at least), that not one but two new Japanese students would appear here was an oddity. She rather wished she spoke Japanese, as it would be greatly helpful.

The second thought was that the newest arrival was being very, very loud. And Athena help her, if he didn't stop in the next few moments... Rebekah took a breath subtly deeper than her previous respiratory volume, and let it out a moment later. She wasn't sure how she had gotten herself wrapped up in such a noisy, irksome situation in so short a time, but now she was stuck. She couldn't easily leave without a valid reason, one she did not possess. So for the moment, she was stuck.

"Kindly quiet yourself. Few understand you." She stated towards the loud one, as efficiently as possible. Verbosity was both unnecessary, and undesirable. In lieu of leaving the situation, she would instead attempt to tune out the noise and focus on her original intention. She took a few steps closer to the Ares dorms, bringing her into an easier speaking range, and addressed the Japanese girl directly. "Ms. Harada. As Mr. Highwind was beginning to state, there are several establishments on campus. The main dining hall is east, as I pointed. There is a decent Italian venue that way. There is also a Mexican and a Chinese establishment, of questionable authenticity, but excellent taste."

"There are a few others, but those three are my personal favorites. The cafe-bake shop hybridization notwithstanding."

[User]
Corinthe Malakos &
Rozalia Éathliel &
Zeke Carter

Location: Roze's lair
Interacting with: Each other

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Cori didn't pay much attention to Roze's room. First she had to patch her friend up. When the door had closed behind them, she walked over to the bathroom cabinet.
 "Don't worry Roze, just go sit on your bed and relax. Nurse... " She cleared her throat. "..Doctor Cori, is going to take care of you. I mean, they call me Doctor Death, but I never had any complaints from my patients."
She tried to lighten the mood for her friend, hoping she could relax somewhat, after everything that had happened tonight. Though her jokes where never really the best when she tried to make them on purpose. When both girls sat on the bed, Cori looked at the cuts on Roze's cheek and gently pulled Roze's chin somewhat towards her, to get some more light on the wounds. "That's going to be a good scar, but it doesn't seem like your jaw muscle or any part of your skull got damaged. Can you fully open your mouth?"
It wasn't like Cori knew exactly what she was doing. But common sense got her this far. She dipped a napkin in a bit of iodine she had found in the first aid kit, to clean the wounds.
"It's just like you got scratched by a tiny trident.
Here, hold still, this might sting a little." She was done cleaning the blood around the wounds, and now gently put the napkin on them to sterilize them.

Zeke watched dumbly as the girls went to Roze's room where Cori began to help treat Roze. He wanted to help, but he really didn't know what to do. Which seemed to happen a lot to him. "Need anything?" he called out from the other room, somewhat hoping they would say no so he could just turn on the T.V. and watch something most likely sports related.

Just being back in her cosy room with her two friends made Roze feel far more at ease, even despite the pain coming from her face as "Doctor Cori" began cleaning it. Roze followed Cori's instructions, wincing as she did so, and then glanced at the medical kit as Cori placed the napkin over her wound. Roze was sure that the cuts weren't deep enough to need stitches - not that she had any with her, obviously - but there were butterfly stitches in the kit that would do.

"I think we're good in here Zeke." Roze called out to him, smiling slightly at the fact he hadn't stepped a foot into her bedroom. Damn, Cori had him trained well in such a small amount of time. Handing the steristrips to Cori - who would be able to apply them with far more ease than Roze, she called out to him again. "You can get something to eat or drink if you want, or put the TV on." She said, then paused, looking back at Cori and lowering her voice.

"Hey... would you guys mind if you stayed the night? I don't... really want to be alone." She asked uncomfortably, hoping Cori wouldn't mind. If Roze was alone tonight, she just had a vision of her sitting in the bathtub with a baseball bat, chair against the door and not getting a wink of sleep.

As is normal behaviour after an attempted kidnapping.

"Alright! Thanks Roze!"

Zeke didn't waste a second and quickly found the remote, turning on the T.V. He flipped the channels until he found something he liked then got up to get something to drink. He walked over to the fridge and looked to see what Roze had. He was surprised to see that there was beer but did not complain. He was going to have to ask her where she got it though. Just in case of emergencies.

He returned back onto the couch, making himself comfortable. He probably should check up on the two of them but... he didn't want to interrupt anything or intrude.

"Nope," he thought to himself. "The best thing to do is to just wait here until they need me."

Cori carefully placed the steristrips over the wounds. "There you go. All patched up." She said to Roze when she was done. Packing up the medical kit, she enjoyed being able to fly the scissors to their place with her powers, whilst at the same time packing the leftover bandages with her hands. A little concentration game, that she was getting better and better at.
When Roze asked her to stay the night, she was happy that she would be able to be near her with all the dangerous things going on. "Roze, I would stay here even if you didn't want me to. Nobody is going to kidnap you. I will make sure of that."
She turned her head to faintly hear some noise coming from the t.v. in the other room.
"I'm pretty sure Zeke will want to stay too, but let me check on him to be sure."
Cori walked over to the other room, where she found Zeke all comfortable on the couch.
"Hey Z" She said while smiling brightly at him. "Thanks for carrying us today." She crawled next to him on the couch and kissed him on the cheek.
"With everything that's going on, I think it's a good idea if we stay with Roze tonight. Will you stay with us?"

Zeke wrapped his free arm around Cori without looking away from the screen. "Yeah. Sure." he replied, not really paying attention as he was distracted by the game.

Fortunately for them, it soon was commercial break, allowing Zeke to focus his attention on her. "Sorry, what were you saying again?" he asked, feeling a bit bad that he wasn't focusing on what she had said.

Cori punched him in the ribs. She liked being able to let out her anger without actually being able to hurt him. "I thought you were listening!" But she wasn't really that mad, so she continued with a normal tone "Will you stay with me and Roze tonight?"

"I probably should," Zeke replied after some thought. "Some one needs to stay around and protect you guys. Especially with what has been going on lately."


[System]
Gender: Male
Species: Demon (Leviathan)
Job: Lord of Gluttony
Appearance: his typical human form has messy White hair, ice blue eyes, dark caramel skin with runic markings and scars from old battles. Typically wears a fine black suit with a blue undershirt typically undone at the collar.

[User] "The festival should be continuing in for," The butler looked at his wrist watch. "For another two hours. After that Asran's room is sure to be swamped by his priests. Though I'm certain Nadia will stop them. I will even have some of the lesser demons aid in deterring them from swarming. They make excellent body guards, I may even assign you two of them. I'm thinking either Deidrich or Walter. Both are very understanding of humans, and other religions. You actually already met Walter in his demon form."

[Assistant]
"Oh that's good, I'm glad their fun didn't get ruined." She said, listening to him talk about the priests she once again thought about the two that were supposed to be joining her and internally cringed. "Nadia is a sweet woman. I met her this afternoon."

When he mentioned the demon bodyguards she pictured the big one from before standing stoicly in the doorway to protect Asran from a swarm of priests. She didn't think anything could make him move.

"Walter is the big guy that blocked me while you all were... helping Asran? Why would I need bodyguards?" Ayrie asked, suddenly on edge wondering if she had done something to unknowingly upset people.

[User]
The butler smiled glad that Ayrie liked Nadia. "That's good news, Nadia is the kindest and most understanding of all the priests. Though make no mistake if she wanted to she could destroy an entire city. Then again all the priests have that kind of power. But, they pale in comparison to the master. Though that would be if he actually had a destructive bone in his body. Which is why some people mistake him for the sin of sloth."

"You can't be that daft can you? I may be fine with you now. You've seen the markings on his skin the pain they bring. You also know of the fear, and apprehension he holds towards any church. Now imagine you're not you but like me or anyone else that cares about him. What would you do to protect him from someone that looks like they would truly seek to do him harm? To what extents would you go," he said calmly.

[Assistant]
Now she was truly frightened for the priests to arrive. Not only would they likely be angry with her, but if they saw her with demon bodyguards they would immediately assume she was in some kind of trouble. She wouldn't be able to control them.

"I understand, but if I'm being tailed by giant bodyguards the priests arriving in town will not take kindly to it. I need to find a way to get them out of here, and it can't look like I'm in any sort of trouble. You know what they'll do. They'll use me as a reason to start a war..." she looked at Asran. "I can't allow that to happen."

[User] "Not to worry there is another solution to that," he said then stopped. He looked like he was going to say something more, but stopped himself. Knowing that revealing one secret was bad. But revealing the one about Asran ordering, him and his fellow imps to follow her? Yikes, no thanks he liked his body unharmed. "It'll be alright you'll still be protected. Asran is sure to swing to your rescue if he needs to." He smiled kindly at Ayrie trying to allay her worries.

[Assistant]
"I can't imagine that would be fun to see." Ayrie said, imagining an irate Asran coming after the priests. She found a comfortable chair to sit in while the imp got Asran settled on the single bed. The room was sparse, littered with papers and things that she guessed were related to running a city.

"How long do you think he will sleep like this?" she asked, wondering if it would just be her and the imp for a while.

[User]
"While the damage was bad. It wasn't any worse than usual, so I think another hour or two," the butler said. Then fluffed his masters pillows, and gently took to washing the elixir off his skin with a towel.

After an hour Asran began to rouse awake. He groaned in discomfort before opening his eyes. Before he could lift his body the butler set a hand to his shoulder. "Easy there," he said. Asran groaned setting a hand to his head. "I feel like a chugged eight barrels of mead, and a barrel of wine as a chaser," he said.

[Assistant]
Ayrie had fallen into a light sleep in the comfortable chair as they waited for Asran to wake up, and when she heard his voice she roused. She sat up straight and looked at him, relieved he had woken. She stood and walked to him, standing awkwardly by the bed, caught between wanting to make him feel better and wanting to berate him. Along with the relief of seeing him wake came a wave of repressed irritation at how he had hidden his identity from her. She couldn't hit him over the head with the imp in the room, but she certainly wished she could.

"It wasn't exactly a walk in the park for us either. I'm glad you're awake, Lord Gluttony." she said, she spoke quietly. "Care to tell me more about this curse and what I just witnessed? Or shall I ferret the information out in bits and pieces like I did with your identity?"

[User]
Asran blushed and recoiled as Ayrie called him out on being Gluttony. But, at the mention of his curse his face went to a stony sad expression. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't trust you enough for that," he said shaking his head. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. Usually I'm more careful about how much energy I spend. But, lately I have found myself being too lax with my energy expenditure."

Talking about his curse was one of the most difficult, and painful things for him. Even thinking about it brought him pain. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose then gently moved to get up. He needed to get home, get cleaned up. Most likely change clothes as well.

[Assistant]
"You don't trust me enough, but I'm supposed to trust you, when you wouldn't even tell me who you really are." She frowned when he tried to get up, thinking he wasn't ready to be walking around just yet. "Here, let me help you."

She moved closer, holding out an arm to help him up. 'I might be angry, but the last thing we need is him hurting himself further by doing too much, too fast.'

[User]
Asran groaned as he realized that he had been asking Ayrie to trust him. Well not so much asking really. But, he had been trying to show her he was indeed trustworthy. Even though he was lying, when Ayrie was nothing but honest... ugh, the hypocrisy of it all gave him a headache.
"Look, you're right. But, I just don't feel comfortable talking about it. Bringing up a trust thing was more of a not really thought out excuse; Sorry. Just don't ask me about it, please."
He then looked to her hand, but he stood up on his own with effort. Not wanting to hurt her with his lack of control he was experiencing. Chances were if he touched her the whiplash of power could send her flying.

[Assistant]
"Okay... I won't ask about it again." Ayrie pulled her arm back, feeling stupid for even offering. 'I didn't just help you and wait hours for you to wake up or anything.' she thought as she watched him get up.

"Well, I'm going to go home. I'm not needed here anymore." She said, her frustration evident in her tone. "I'll get with Markus about a job, no need for you to meet with me tomorrow about it."

She moved back to the chair she had fallen asleep in and started to grab the few things she had carried with her, slipping her shoes back onto her feet.

[User]
"Ayrie wait, please. The reason I didn't take your hand was because I could hurt you. Most assuredly it would unintentional, but I would. My magic after taking that elixir bath can get rather erratic. With how powerful I am, and with you being the opposite alignment. It'd be like touching a power line you'd be shot back like a bullet after having your entire body fried. Not pleasant to experience or to witness," Asran said plainly.

Then moved to a dresser to grab an enchanted bracer, and a shirt. He started fitting the shirt on and said, "I will be completely better by tomorrow after some exercises to put me back into control."

After the shirt was on he but the bracer on his left wrist while turning to look at Ayrie. He had a devious look, and an amused smirk. "Also even if you went to Markus he would send you straight to me. You do realize I'm his boss right? Or did you forget, I'm lord Gluttony. I always get what I desire." He then approached Ayrie in slow easy strides closing the distance between them. He gently took her chin in his hand. His bracer had powerful enchantments on them stopping his magic from flowing out without his say so.

Asran leaned in close to her so they were eye to eye. "What I desire is simple. But, since you figured out one of my little secrets. I'm going to give you a new one, and that is. What is it that I desire from you? Till you can figure it out Ayrie, no one else is to help you unless I tell them to. They are only to help you with exactly what I tell them to as well. If they go against. They'll be punished severely for it. Do I make myself perfectly clear Ayrie?" He then smirked more it went from ear to ear. Asran might be a nice guy usually, but make no mistake he was still very much a demon.

The butler imp came up from behind Asran, and smacked him hard with a newspaper. "Ow! Watch it," Asran yelped. Turning around to stare at the traitorous little imp. "Sir, you told me to hit you when you were letting your demonic side show too much. Be glad I didn't hit you with a metal pole like you told me to." Asran growled as he pulled away from Ayrie rubbing at the back of his head with a deep sigh. "Sorry about that, another side effect of that damn elixir, and my magic going wild. Mood swings, nasty ones too." He then stepped away from her.

[Assistant]
Ayrie felt a gush of relief that it wasn't her stopping him from taking help, and relaxed. That devious look on his face made her tense slightly, but not in a frightened way. When he touched her chin she felt a shock that was all chemical, not in the slightest magical, and that did scare her. Those blue eyes seemed as though they were miles deep, and she felt she could get stuck in them. When the imp hit him it wasn't just Asran that was brought back to reality.

"What on earth could I possibly give to a man who already has everything he could want?" she asked, "You're a powerful demon, with loyal servants- an entire city of loyal servants in fact- but you want something from me?"

She stared at him, and then looked at the imp butler, and back at Asran. She had no idea what a simple girl like her could offer him, other than potential light magic that she barely knew how to use. She fiddled with her hair, undoing the braid and wrapping the ribbon around her fingers. If she were in his position the only thing she would want was someone to trust, someone she could confide all her secrets in. Surely that was too simple for someone like him, so she disregarded the thought.

"I'll puzzle out what you want, but only if you give me your name." she said, narrowing her eyes. She wanted him to give it to her himself, though she knew it, because she didn't want the imp to get into trouble for his slip up. "And promise that when I figure it out you'll tell me what this curse is and how I can help you end it."

[User] Asran looked at Ayrie with an amused expression. He loved how cheeky she could be, making such demands of him. He then stopped realizing what he'd just felt. Then sighed deeply, and smiled again it was warm. "Alright, after facing all that I do suppose you've earned my name. My name is Asran Throckmorton, lord to the sin of Gluttony," he said bowing slightly at the hip a hand arching under him. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, lady Ayrie." Then raised himself to be standing up right. Then flicked her on the forehead slightly. "Also don't get cheeky. I told you how I don't want to talk about it. You're also going to have to figure that out on your own. Ask the priests if it's so important to you."

[Assistant]
Ayrie smiled back, feeling the warmth of his. She could tell it amused him for her to make demands, and she knew that if he didn't want to give in he didn't have to. The fact that he finally gave her his name gave her some hope at breaking down his walls.

"The pleasure is mine, Lord Asran." she said with a curtsy, giggling softly at the gesture. 'Why do I want to break down his walls though? I should be running back to the monastery with my tail between my legs!'

"I should probably make my way home for a change of clothes. I don't want to be walking around in the early morning wearing the same clothing I wore at the festival, having left running after you." she said, suddenly remembering that the priests would be arriving soon. She didn't need gossip getting to them, and certainly didn't need them seeing her dressed like this leaving Asran's temple. She purposely didn't mention them, not wanting to break the mood in the room.

[User]
"Oh right, they're coming. I suggest going out the back way, follow me. I figure I'll head home as well. I badly need a shower before the elixir residue starts setting in. As it makes me feel every type of disgusting for a week," Asran said. He clearly didn't care if his priests came rushing into the temple only to discover he was gone. They'd most likely figure out that he'd just gone home.
"Also we are still on for tomorrow. I'm going to help you figure out a job in the city. Though just to be sure nothing happens to you till then," he said. Then summoned his imps with a thrum from his throat. The imps looked at Asran then to Ayrie they hissed at her. Making Asran snark at them making them cower slightly. "Watch over Ayrie protect her, and come get me if there is trouble you cannot handle. Ayrie is my personal guest in this city. Do I make myself clear?" Asran's tone was powerful, and commanding letting there be no room for negotiation.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Changeling
Occupation: Courtesan, negotiator, spy, etc.

Personality: Allara tends to stay towards the edge of a crowd, scanning it for any opportunities she can take advantage of. Never staying in one place for long, she avoids deep relationships with people she meets, resulting in frequent and superficial pairings. When it comes to combat, she prefers to stay just outside an opponent's reach, dancing in and out of their range, enticing them to come in close for a strike before countering with a well-placed dagger. If she can't end the fight quickly, she'll retreat, using her enchanted dagger to occupy her opponent's attention.

That said, Allara is not a proficient close quarters fighter, and she'll more likely take advantage of her unique beauty to lull her targets into compliance or talk her way out of sticky situations. If things don't go as planned, she's not above offering use of her body in exchange for her life.

Bio: Allara was adopted by a noble elven family whose doorstep she was left on as an infant. She was trained in the ways of a proper lady and groomed to be married off to increase the family fortune. When she turned 16, she was given to another elven family, along with a pair of nearly priceless enchanted daggers as dowry. Upon arrival, however, she was greeted with looks ranging from disgust to lechery and was subject to many kinds of abuse.

When the father of her husband to be entered her room a few nights later and attempted to have his way with her, she retaliated, stabbing and killing her not-quite-father-in-law. She ran from the estate with the daggers in hand and began her life as a beggar, slowly becoming more and more desperate as she went from town to town, hitching onto caravans without a clue where she was going.

After about 6 months, she began to offer favors to men in exchange for a meal and a place to sleep. During the following year, she'd become quite proficient at being one of the most alluring figures in a room, and rarely failed to find someone whose bed needed to be kept warm. One such patron became a regular and taught her how to use her daggers to defend herself if needed. This was a skill she all too frequently had to put to use against the more rowdy johns, especially in the worse parts of town.

What's in your bag: A pair of enchanted daggers are strapped to her thighs, within easy reach at all times. They will return to her when thrown, and can animate themselves for short amounts of time based on a thought command she gives them. She also has a variety of hidden pockets in her deceptively form fitting clothing to pocket things she comes across or to hide her hard earned gold.

Extra: Allara is the child of a hag, giving her innate mastery over many forms of magic. This helps her to more easily control her enchanted daggers, but she also doesn't fully understand that she has this capability. Anyone who can sense magic could tell that she has a hidden power inside her.

Appearance: Allara appears as a tall, pale, slender elven beauty with one blue eye (left) and one hazel eye (right). Magic users would be able to see a slight glow coming from her eyes. She wears a knee length skirt and a blouse that hangs off one shoulder.

Obligatory something: I am a drunken Galoot.

[User]
Taraah - Dealing with the polite plebians
As expected, the reaction of most people was to pick up their most valued possessions and necessities and leave on a hasty vacation. What surprised Taraah was the relative calm that remained in the Inn. Do they think me so small?! she growled mentally, although her more reasonable side told her it was probably a state of controlled panic as she was blocking the only obvious exit. That, and if memory served, this particular inn attracted tougher crowd than the usual peasant. Hopefully none of them would be too rude - it would be a shame to have to burn this place down when she only came to make nice.

Speaking of which, there were always those either too clueless, brave, or simply curious enough to treat her perhaps with less reverence than she was worthy of, but with respect nonetheless. There seemed to be two here - a man whose appearance displayed perhaps not the largest wealth but good upbringing, and a pixie - Indeed a strange place this Inn, it seemed to even attract members of the more secluded races like herself.

Deciding to answer the man first as he was the first to speak to her, she turned her head. Her amber gaze burrowed deep into the human's own eyes, as if the dragoness' slit pupils could judge man of his worth. She couldn't sense anything arcane about him, and with his good manners and herself slumbering for a long time, she decided not to be offended by him not knowing of her despite there not being that many dragons left not to recall them all.

"I have many names, good sir, yours refer to me as Ashwing." The dragoness spoke with a slight bow of her head and without her lips moving once. Her voice was distinctly feminine one could notice, once they got over the notion of her words somehow worming themselves into their mind regardless of what their ears heard, or whether one covered them with their hands.

The large mass of amber and ash scales moved a step aside to allow the good gentleman a passage before looking at the pixie with the same gaze. "You are most kind and correct. Your wings are rather radiant themselves. And you are at the correct place." Turning her head back, she addressed the human again: "Mister Montmorency? Would you please be kind enough to call the Inn's owner to me? I am indebted to the old kind fool, I came to ask if he is ready to make his wish."

[Assistant]
Ocellus Aquilae

Ocellus watched the man eagerly, with both a desire for further loot and the trepidation that he might be losing some down the way! It had been entirely too easy to snag--no one really protected their wealth if they didn't have any in the first place--and Ocellus had finished rummaging through the bag of coins, setting it beside him. He was sipping a new mug of beer that he had bought with the "repurposed" money, flipping a copper coin to himself as the peasant walked up.

He grinned and stood, gesturing to the chair across from him: "Sir! Sit down! Have some drink! Please! I've got money to spare!" Ocellus spread a hand and dropped a single copper coin on the table in front of him with an amiable, almost innocent laugh.

THUD. Ocellus glanced at the door at the sound, momentarily distracted:("Mmmm. Something heavy outside... ah well. Let me just get my dues.")

"Pah! More hooligans tipping carts, do you know?" Ocellus laughed and sipped at the mug again, utterly enchanted at the possibility of robbing this man blind. And of robbing his prostitute blind as well. Mmmm... The oldest profession makes the oldest money... it doesn't go anywhere. All you do is work and work, and you're rewarded anyhow: plus you get paid! Ocellus glanced at the elven mistress, flipping a wink at her before turning back to the man once more: "Please... sit down. You ought to know how exquisite the beer is here. You bought it after all."

This obvious bait is followed by Ocellus nonchalantly pulling out the silver dagger to pick at his fingernails.

[User]
Mr. Scarper Montmorency

Upon the arrival of a rather charming young man, Scarper was briefly distracted by the boy's protruding wings. Entranced by them, Scarper reached into his inner vest pocket and retrieved his spectacles to get a clearer look at them leaning towards him ever so slightly.

"Hm. Very interesting. This boy must be of the more 'enchanting' races. Why, this boy may not be a boy at all and ages older than myself!"

Chuckling quietly and pleasantly to himself, Scarper turned his attention to the dragon's scales upon the 'boy's' mention and had to nod in agreement. They did seem to be rather stunning in colour and appeared to be very hardy. Grabbing at his chin, he pondered if the dragon wouldn't be opposed to parting with a few for his closer examination. Tools or weapons fashioned from that may be quite durable and fetch a pretty penny at market. Not to be actively removed from said dragon of course, but perhaps scales that had been shed or molted. Did dragons shed? Scarper puzzled over this thought, slightly infuriated that he did not know very much at all of such creatures. His brows furrowed together deep in thought before he returned to the realm of the living, leaving his own inner world. He would have to remember to request a few scales later, and made a mental note to study up on dragons. Where was the nearest library or bookstore? Perhaps he could have a sit down with the dragon itself to ask direct questions, if they weren't opposed to the notion...

Startled by a sudden voice resonating within his head, Scarper jumped and looked about himself to determine their location. It wasn't until he had the mind to look up at the dragon so intensely staring down at him did he realize.

"Oh. That lovely voice was not a sign of my loss of sanity."
Blinking, his lips slightly parted as his view of the dragon elevated a few planes.
"At least now, I know of the dragon's name and gender. How should I address her properly, though? Lady? Miss? Madam? Ma'am? What would be the proper title..."
Scarper froze, standing stll.
"Wait. Can she hear my inner most and private thoughts? Curious. Curious indeed."
Shaking his head, he kept his hat against his chest as he bowed more deeply this time out of newfound increased respect for the majestic dragon.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance..."
He thought quickly. Would lady or miss be too young and insulting? Madam or ma'am too old and still insulting?
"...Honorable Ashwing."
"In spades, I've got it."
Pleased with himself, his faint smile grew a little more as he turned his bowler hat in hand and returned it to his head.
Steadying himself by placing both of his hands on his walking cane, he was surprised to see his request granted by the grandiose dragon as she stepped aside.
Looking up at the Honorable Ashwing as she turned to face him, he was again pleasantly surprised to be addressed by her. She even requested of him! He couldn't be more pleased with the current events of the day as he immediately stepped off with a slight spring in his step.
"Ah! Of course Honorable Ashwing! At once, at once!"
Quickly smoothing the front of his clothing and making minor adjustments here at there, Montmorency reached for the door to the Strumpet Inn and stepped inside. Invigorated with a certain electric excitement, he dared to even consider himself brimming with positive energy. His back even felt a little less pained.

---

Door swinging opening, Scarper's senses were immediately treated to a veritable feast. Colourful characters and bar patrons abound, conducting themselves in various forms of merriment. Music wondrously playing in the background and tickling his ears with their lovely tunes as he took in the environment. Smells of delicious and delectable plates of hot food wafted all 'round him as he made his direct path towards the bar deeper within the inn. A few jolly characters paid him little mind, with other seedier characters still eyed him as if determining his net worth as a potential target for unsavory acts. Regardless, Scarper had been tasked with a mission, and by a dragon no less! So, striding up to the counter of the bar, Montmorency removed his hat as he addressed the reptilian bartender.

"Excuse me, sir? My name is Scarper Montmorency and I am currently seeking the owner of this fine establishment. Might you know who he is so that I may direct him outside? There is a rather congenial and affable dragon that wishes to speak with him. She had made mention of wish-making?"

, @BlytheChi

[Assistant]
Her mouth still not finished chewing her last spoonful, but Allara had to will herself not to shovel more in. She was starved and this food was on par with that of the feasts she attended as a noblewoman.

Allara had finished half the meal when a strong impact shook the ground, making her nearly drop her spoon. Looking around, the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight when she caught sight of the dragon standing outside the inn. She froze, trying to process what she was seeing. She had always thought of dragons as an omen, a creature of destruction, so why hadn't it already burned down the inn along with everyone inside?

Most of the other residents of the inn had not reacted other than to glance at the dragon repeatedly, so that calmed her nerves... slightly. When a man walked up to and talked with the dragon, she further relaxed, which allowed her to notice that there was a child with wings that looked suspiciously like a pixie. She hadn't seen one since she was a child, before her adoptive father sent lots of men to put out a forest fire. He told her the pixie's home was destroyed and they had to find another home. She knew he left out the part where the pixies they found were all dead.

The man who was talking to the dragon came in and asked the barkeep to talk to the owner, and the man who snagged the bags was obviously getting his victim worked up. It was kind of strange watching the scene. The man animatedly, and maybe a bit drunkenly, yelling at the thief and trying to get back his gold while the thief just kept moving them, reminiscent of a teenager holding something high above a child's head. She could almost hear his teasing: "oh you've almost got it! Just a little higher!" Meanwhile, the rest of the patrons paid virtually no attention to the dragon outside, save for a few who were outside when it landed.

Through all of this, the thief's eyes met Allara's, flicking quickly between her green eye and her blue, then with a smirk, he gave her a wink.
"Well, that answers that problem", she mumbled to herself. It looked like he'd be the one paying for... the in that doesn't charge money. Right. She'd have to get used to this just as quickly as she formed her current habits. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a backup.

Flashing back a shy smile, she walked over to the bounty board, hoping to find something suited to her abilities. She made sure to add a sway to her hips on the short stroll to the board.