[System]
Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance:  except he has black hair and green eyes

Personality: Angelo is what you would call a smart ass. He always has a comeback to someone's comment and he feels the happiest when he is going past 100MPH. Angelo has always been the type of person who laughs even in the face of loosing situation, cause to him it means that its a great time. Angelo always puts forth a 110% effort on anything he does and wont quit even if things get rough for him. Like his deck Angelo believes in sticking together to make the most of anything so he will do his best to make friends.

History:
Angelo lived in the country outside of city with his family, which owned a farm, where he helped with most tasks, like feeding the chickens and milking the cows. While his parents loved him dearly, Angelo couldn't help but feel that his life was very boring, doing the same things every day, but he was too young to hope to become independent and live elsewhere
Until, one day, two duelists came to the farm to ask for help: they were Turbo Dueling, when one of them got a flat tire, so Angelo decided to invite them to stay at his place in the barn while he fixed the damaged Duel Runner. Although his parents didn't like it at first, they allowed it since they didn't want to seem like ungracious hosts who refused to help people in need. While they were at the farm, Angelo got curious and took a look at the Deck of one of them he found out instead of berating him for looking through his private deck, he was amused and offered to teach Angelo what dueling was and what it was all about. Angelo thanked him and even practiced how to play a few times before they left the next day. Now since then when he wasn't working in he felt like he wanted to do more with a deck then just putting it down and keeping track of the states to make sure who won. No, what Angelo wanted was the adrenaline rush of speed and the excitement of having to keep on his feet and think while rushing at more than 120 km/h. Something only Turbo Duels, the same kind of Duels that the men who stayed in his barn that day played. So, in hopes of joining the Turbo Duel program he went to the tower. He even learned how to build his own duel runner from scratch when went to a public library and learned all he could about making a duel runner. Angelo was born and raised to work hard so he decided to make the duel runner himself and after a few test drives and modifications when needed he made an exceptional duel runner, it may not have been the prettiest but it was able to speed just as fast as any other. Obviously, his parents weren't happy with his choice, but that's why Angelo is more determined than ever to become a champion and prove he can do it without their support. And, who knows? Someday he might even meet again that mysterious duelist and challenge him to show him how much better he's gotten...

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme: dragunity knight gae bulg

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling, sychnro summoning

Current Dorm:
Wind

Chosen Structure Deck: Dragunity Legion

Current deck:
*Slipstream Dragon
* dragunity knight gae bulg
•Dragunity Arma Leyvaten
•Dragunity Arma Mystletainn
•Dragunity Aklys
•Dragunity Dux
•Dragunity Legionnaire
•Dragunity Tribus
•Dragunity Darkspear
•Dragunity Militum
•Dragunity Primus Pilus
•Dragunity Brandistock
•Dragunity Javelin
•Mist Valley Falcon
•Hunter Owl
•Garuda the Wind Spirit
•Flying Kamakiri #1
•Spear Dragon
•Twin-Headed Behemoth
•Armed Dragon LV3
•Armed Dragon LV5
•Masked Dragon
*Dragunity Javelin
*Dragunity Corsesca
*Dragunity Partisan

•Dragon Ravine
•Dragon Mastery
•United We Stand
•Mage Power
•Dragon's Gunfire
•Stamping Destruction
•Creature Swap
•Monster Reincarnation
•Foolish Burial
•reload
•Windstorm of Etaqua
•Relieve Monster
•Legacy of Yata-Garasu
•Final Attack Orders
•Mirror Force
•Dragon's Rage
•Bottomless Trap Hole
•Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabi
•Icarus Attack

Fabled Urustos
Shock Troops of the Ice Barrier
Naturia Dragonfly
Jurrac Brachis
Naturia Cliff
Naturia Fruitfly
Jurrac Iguanon
Naturia Sunflower
R-Genex Oracle
Warlock of the Ice Barrier
Sacred Spirit of the Ice Barrier
Naturia Strawberry
Jurrac Meteor
The Fabled PeggulsusX2
Neo Flamvell Garuda
The Fabled Ganashia
The Fabled Nozoochee
Strategist of the Ice Barrier
Neo Flamvell Hedgehog
Naturia White Oak
Jurrac Herra
Naturia Exterio
Worm Warlord
Naturia TulipX2
Worm Tentacles
Ally of Justice Cycle Reader
Worm Victoryx 2
Samurai of the Ice Barrier
Worm Yagan
Caravan of the Ice Barrier
Naturia Horneedle
Jurrac Brachis x 2
Jurrac Guaiba
Gungnir, Dragon of the Ice Barrier
Jurrac Stauriko
Fabled Oltro
Vindikite R-Genex

*Slipstream Dragon
*dragunity knight gae bulg
•Dragunity Arma Leyvaten
•Dragunity Arma Mystletainn
•Dragunity Aklys
•Dragunity Dux
•Dragunity Legionnaire
•Dragunity Tribus
•Dragunity Darkspear
•Dragunity Militum
•Dragunity Primus Pilus
•Dragunity Brandistock
•Dragunity Javelin
•Mist Valley Falcon
•Hunter Owl
•Garuda the Wind Spirit
•Flying Kamakiri #1
•Spear Dragon
•Twin-Headed Behemoth
•Armed Dragon LV3
•Armed Dragon LV5
•Masked Dragon
*Dragunity Javelin
*Dragunity Corsesca
*Dragunity Partisan

•Dragon Ravine
•Dragon Mastery
•United We Stand
•Mage Power
•Dragon's Gunfire
•Stamping Destruction
•Creature Swap
•Monster Reincarnation
•Foolish Burial
•reload
•Windstorm of Etaqua
•Relieve Monster
•Legacy of Yata-Garasu
•Final Attack Orders
•Mirror Force
•Dragon's Rage
•Bottomless Trap Hole
•Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabi
•Icarus Attack
Speed Spell - Curse of fate
Speed Spell - Stamping Destruction
Speed Spell - Reload
Speed Spell - Monster Reincarnation
Speed Spell - Foolish Burial
Speed Spell - Silver Contrails
Speed Spell - High Speed Crash
Speed Spell - Angel Baton
Speed Spell - Final attack
Speed Spell - Creature Swap
Points: +77

[User]
Tsukiko listened to the full extent of the lecture that Ben kindly offered her as he handed Void Dragon back to him. She noticed that Ben was trying to comfort her though she found letting someone get closer to her rather difficult. "I..." She mumbled toward Ben hardly letting him hear a word she said. She tried to say it again, but she stuttered right as she tried to say the next word. Something inside her was preventing her from saying what she wanted to. "I don't know who the real me is anymore." She said unsure of herself and with her face engraved with denial. The doubt could be seen in her eyes as the radiance left her face and the coldness of being abandoned started to overtake her.

The words he offered her did alleviate some of the pain, but it did also burrow another wound anew inside her. A painful wound that reminded her that her brother was never going back to his old self. It was a cruel reality she had to be faced with, the brother that was kind and polite in the past and had lots of respect from other people was just devoured by the shadows and there was nothing she could about it. She put her cards down and palmed her hands on her head staring downward trying to hold back her tears.

"Why..." Tsukiko mumbled under her breath as she stared down keeping head face down so Ben couldn't see her face. Her face was wrought with calamity which tried to pour into her body through her veins as her past continued to haunt her. "Why won't that bastard see what he is doing to me!" Tsukiko replied as her voice began to raise a little bit at the end of her plea. She hated the thought that there was nothing she could do to get her brother to stop thinking about the past. That it was impossible for her to get to see that old radiant smile he used to show to his mother and father. "If mother were here, SHINREI WOULD GO BACK TO NORMAL!!! All I want is him to be happy again. I can't stand seeing him like that. THAT'S NOT WHO HE IS! THE WAY HE LIVES NOW IS A COMPLETE LIE! COMPLETE LLLIIIEEE!!!" She screamed out loud as she slammed her palms that were extended outward flat onto the desk. When she said that she remembered the memories that she shared with him with her mother. It was a part of her memory that had just returned. She remembered that Shinrei had become like he was after he qualified for the World Circuit when he won Nationals. She remembered that radiant beautiful smile on her mother's face and the liveliness of her spirit which brought warmth to them all. Shinrei was even smiling widely happy that he managed to make his dream of becoming a professional duelist a reality.

[Assistant]
"Look the real you is you. You don't have another person wandering around pretending to be you. Past, present, future it really doesn't matter. You're you and that won't change. Even if you were someone different before that just means you've changed a bit it doesn't mean that person isn't there it just means they've put on a different style. Think of it this way: An actor from hollywood doesn't throw away his real life for a role. He is still that person even though he's calling himself something different or even acting like a different person entirely. But he's still himself even if the line between character and person is different. The point I'm trying to get across is a person has many different sides just not sides of him or her that they know of. Somewhere deep inside a person's mind there are things they haven't tried yet that they could love if they just tried them out. But they're still the same person if they don't....I'm making this a whole lot more complicated then it needs to be. All I'm saying is that you're not someone else, the past you isn't a different you, and you're going to be alright by the end of it. Maybe you'll get what your looking for or maybe not but you'll still have the experiences you have now and that won't change what has happened before." Ben said trying to bumble out his good natured rhetoric but he wasn't sure if it was what the girl needed to hear or not. He wasn't some psychologist. He didn't know this young lady had all these problems. He couldn't solve them either he was after all just Ben. He wasn't special and while he wished he was one he wasn't a hero.

When she broke out in anger and what he assumed was fear of something Ben couldn't have helped himself but feel taken aback. This was way more personal than he expected his little trip to be. But...he had to do something. He couldn't just stand there and do nothing. She needed a hand and who else was going to give her one but him at the moment? He just hoped no teacher thought he was doing something bad in the fusion room right now. Ben took a deep breath and let her say what she was going to say. When she stopped talking Ben once again mentally berated himself for pushing on through all of this but he wasn't going to just sit there through all of this. So despite the warm feeling in his face for the idea he decided he had to do it. Ben went over to Tsukiko and gently put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile. "Hey hey hey chill. No need to scream and no need to shout everything will work itself out if you reach out to it and try to grasp your true self." Ben said as he wrapped his armed around her and pulled her in for a gentle hug. It was a simple gesture nothing more nothing less. Some people just needed a hug. This seemed like one of these moments when it was needed. He was blushing a bit because he felt awkward but he tried to be as reassuring to her as possible without seeming like a total creep. "If you want I'll let you go just say so. I don't want to say anything on the matter because I don't know what's up. I don't know about who you're talking about but just too let you know...I know the feeling of having lost someone...but he came back to me eventually. You just got to wait patiently with an hand held open and wait until they take it." Ben said calmly as he wondered if he had overstepped his bounds...oh god he could see it now the school kicking him out for hugging a GIRL awkwardly...welp...that's just life for you...It didn't help that he probably smelt like sweat and dirt. He had after all not gotten much in the way of a shower today...should've thought about that before going on his mile runs today.

[User]
"Reptiles, huh?" Brad wasn't sure if that meant Angelo was packing Worms or not, but getting any support at all wouldn't be bad. "Unfortunately, I don't got no Synchros..."

Suddenly, a brainwave hit Brad. "Hey, Coach always said that the way to success was to work like a team. If the two of us worked together, we could help each other out, y'know?" Brad could use some help but he could only hope that the other students were as open to teamwork as he was.

"Speakin' of Coach, another important lesson he liked to teach was practice made perfect." Brad activated his Duel Disk, a toothy grin crossing his face. "An' I got a way to go if I'm gonna be perfect. So how about a duel? Maybe do some tradin' after we cash in, y'know?"

[Assistant] Angelo sighed again hating the fact he got stupid worms then the kid proposed something that Angelo never thought he would hear, he wanted to work together with Angelo. Honestly it was nice to think that someone was that nice to others and willing to work with almost a complete stranger right off the bat. "yeah I know what you mean" Angelo said with a grin as he activated his duel disk grinning and ready to fight. Angelo got up putting the spare cards in his pocket before making sure the cards he would need are already in his deck. Angelo then walked a few paces away and turned on his own duel disk as it came to life and got into its dueling position "lets see how good you are Brad, give me a run for my money and ill work with you" Angelo said with a grin as their dueling field was set...


[System]
Gender:
Female

Height:
5'8"

Weight:
133 Ibs.

Age:
15

Markings:
On her back, Samantha, or Souls as she prefers to be called, has a tattoo of an older man dressed in white holding a white sword and shield, and a dark red demonic figure with long, sharp claws, tusks, and horns, both of which appear to be fighting one another. She also has one in the center of her chest, one that depicts a realistic black human heart. On her left wrist is a simple tattoo of the number 19, and on her right arm, starting on her shoulder, is a tattoo of a large worm wrapping around her arm, with the words And its hero, the Conqueror Worm written along the worm's back.

Abilities:
Souls's powers come from the two souls that reside inside her: one a holy priest, and the other a powerful demon. And, as such, has a few of the abilities of both:

Demonic Form: Souls's demon form is definitely her main offensive ability, and one of her only abilities that she's able to fully control. In this form, she has rough, burgundy-colored skin and two large horns emerging from her forehead, one curved smoothly upwards like that of an Alpine ibex, and the other spiraling forward at a diagonal angle like a Blackbucks. Long claws stretch from her fingers, their full length being four feet, her teeth turn to fangs, a pair of large wings stretch from her back, and her eyes turn fully black. However, due to her control of this ability, she can instead pick and choose which traits she wants at a certain time.

Minor Miracles: This ability is one of the few abilities that come from the priest. While much more subtle than the demonic form, it can be just as useful. With it, Souls can heal minor wounds, cure minor ailments, use minor clairvoyance, and grant minor luck.

Conflagration Fabrication: Souls, with the power of her evil soul, can create large amounts of chaotic and uncontrollable fire. However, once it leaves her skin, all she can do is watch as it burns whatever is unfortunate enough to stand in its way. Due to its turbulent nature, Souls tends not to use this ability.

Aura of Emotional Manipulation: This is the only one of Souls's abilities that stems from the power of both souls. With it, she can radiate any emotion, negative or positive, so that anyone or anything within a few yards of her feels that emotion.

Personality:
Souls's personality tends to fluxuate depending on which of her souls is more active at that moment. More often than not, however, the activity of the souls is fairly even, leaving Souls with a rather complicated personality. She's rebellious and delinquent, tending to go out of her way to disobey rules that she disagrees with, and she tends to be sarcastic and a tad rude. However she is also a good person, and will do her best to help when she believes her help is needed.

Background:
TBR, but I will fill this in as bits of her past are uncovered.

Other:
-Souls has two different colored eyes, one being a bright blue-gray color, while the other is a dark brown color with flecks of red. (I know this is a total cliche RP trope used by noobs, but I decided I'd throw it in for the hell of it.
-Souls's most prized possession is a leather jacket worn by Joan Jett at one of her concerts with the Blackhearts, which she stole from the fan that bought it. She wears it everywhere, but takes it off if she fears it might get ruined.
-She carries everything she owns in an overstuffed backpack.

[User]
Tamashii@Roseletta
Shadow smiled back shyly. "M-my powers? Um, I've had them for as long as I can remember. I don't know everything I can do with them. And I don't think I've ever scared anybody. Avary helps make sure my powers stay under control." She sounded a bit sad when she talked about Avary. He'd been a constant in her life. Even before they died, their parents hadn't been around all that often, so Avary had looked after her. She looked up at the new woman and waved a little, Ellyse's mother, she guessed.

[Assistant] Kaoru's tail wraps around her making it a little warmer around her body. "Do you want to go explore the big house?" She ask Amaya as she jumps on the bed as Soji is worry about Kaoru getting stuck in the ceiling.

[User]
@Joshua Tamashii

Rin watched Ryu leave the room and she smiled down at Amelia, a pure smile. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" she asked.

[Assistant]
A little late, But better late than never, Terra got dropped off at the EDEN house. He grabbed his two big duffle bags and slung them over his shoulder as he got out of the car that had dropped him off. He was a strong little kid, his brother, who was raising him on the streets had just died from a gang raid that he participated in. It left terra all alone, He had nowhere to go. Luckily for him he had his ability that attracted the eyes of EDEN when he started killing kids on the street that made him mad. So he was picked up and carried here.

 When he approached the house he looked at the massive wooden door, stood for a second thinking if he could even open the door, He tried and it was too heavy, he tried again and again. Then started getting mad at the door for standing in his way, he couldnt tell you why he wanted in so bad, just that he felt like he needed to get in. So he dropped his bags and-

Crash!

 The door busted inwards, throwing shards of wood into the entryway, kicking up dust. When the dust cleared a little, only a little boy in a green shirt and tan cargo shorts was standing there. He picked up his bags and carried them one in each hand away from his legs for ease of walking. He took a look around and was satisfied with what he found. He dropped his bags and headed to where it sounded like there were lots of other kids. Just out of curiosity. He got to the room and peeked around the corner, what he saw made him squint his eyes and scowl in confusion. He sat in the doorway watching all the kids greet one another.

[User]
Joshua Tamashii and Elyse Yashia
@Roseletta

"Mr. Fellows is with the other kids. This little one was having trouble finding a roommate and is very, very shy. Not Amelia bad but still a little bad. So, I figured I'd introduce her to Elyse, see if your daughter would mind possibly having someone share the room you two live in. Of course, if Shadow here is uncomfortable with the idea, we'll have to find an alternative solution." Joshua said to Rose.

Elyse meanwhile accepted the book before turning back to Shadow.
"Who's Avary? Your brother? Maybe a boyfriend?" She asked.

Amelia Averyonna
Moonlight

Amelia didn't reply to Rin's question, frowning as she thought over the question.
"Don't know... can't remember." She said quietly. She thought a bit more before looking back up at Rin. "Draw?"

[Assistant]
It didn't take very long for the young Souls to fall back into a resting state. Her eyes drooped closed, and the shuffling of her new roommate and the stifled voices of the kids still getting to know one another outside was just the white noise she needed to tune out the silence that would otherwise keep her from sleep. But her rest was once again interrupted by a loud crashing noise somewhere underneath them in the house, causing her to flinch ever so slightly.

"Oh, fuck it." Souls said aloud, deciding that the universe obviously didn't want her to sleep. Without wasting another moment, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat to face the young girl, seeing her putting a number of notebooks and pencils into drawers. Without missing a beat, Souls pulled a small package of cigarettes out of her pocket along with a lighter. "Hope you don't mind if I light up in here." she said. It wasn't a question as much as it was a statement, a fact that became apparent when Souls lit the cigarette before the girl could reply. Souls tucked the cigarette between her teeth and sucked in, before letting the smoke flow out of her mouth. She proceeded to hold the small fag in her mouth while she dug into her backpack and pulled something out: a clay ashtray, decorated with the Yin Yang symbol painted on. The poor craftsmanship of the thing made it obvious that it had been made by a child. She placed the tray on the desk between the beds and tapped the small amount of ash that had gathered at the tip of the fag onto the tray, before shoving it back into her mouth. She then extended a claw to the window, shoving it in between the windowsill and the window, before using the leverage to pop it open, letting the cool air in, and the small amount of smoke out.

Souls took another drag from the cigarette, before pulling it out of her mouth and holding it between her fingers. "The name's Souls, by the way." she said. "So I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you got the power to control water, judgin' by that there floatin' baloonless water baloon. And if that's the case, I've got a question I've always wondered: can you use that power to pick locks? I mean, if you just get a small cup of agua, and shove it into a keyhole, shouldn't you be able to push all the little mechanisms to the side? Make, like, a water key?"

[User]
Tamashii

Rin smiled. "I like to draw too."

[Assistant]
A Moose
The crash distracted Skyler, causing the water bubble to lose form and drip a little onto her shirt. Forcing the water to compress itself back together, she sighed- it took her time to extract water from clothing and she was too tired to do that. Hopefully her shirt would dry before the dinner. As the cold breeze entered the room she buttoned up her sweater since she didn't want to be ill. "I'm S-Skyler a-and y-yes I have the power o-of a-aquakinesis or, as some people t-tend to call it- h-hydrokinesis," she said nervously while tugging on her sweater's sleeve. Contemplating Soul's question, she answered "I-I've never tried i-it before, b-but I t-think it could b-be possible if the water had high enough pressure o-or if there was a-a way to freeze the water o-once it is inside the l-lock it could be used as a ice key- a-although it would break easily. ".

[User]
Tamashii@Roseletta
Shadow nodded at Joshua's response. "Y-yes, if you'll allow me, I'd b-be perfectly fine with being in a room with the two of you." She said quickly and a little quietly. She then blushed at what Elyse said. "N-n-no! He's not my boyfriend! H-he's my brother. My last family member." She said a little sadly.

[Assistant] Souls pulled the cigarette back up to her lips, and sucked in a good amount of smoke, before releasing the cigarette from her mouth and letting the smoke float into the room, and then out the window. She reached out to the ashtray and tapped some more ash in. "Well, I think you should practice with that higher pressure theory. It seems more accessible than the ice thing. And if you get fluent enough at it, it could be really fuckin' useful." she said, before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the small list of rules that Mr. Fellows had given her, all crumpled up into a ball. She proceeded to flatten it out, and then held it up for the Skyler girl to see. "Especially if we're gonna be checkin' off everythin' on this fuckin' checklist. The infiltration of Fuhrer Fellows's office is probably gonna be the trickiest one, and picking locks with water would be the fuckin' bomb." stated Souls, before placing the paper on the desk.

[User]
""W-wait, let m-me get this s-straight, you want t-to break every r-rule on this list? And you w-want m-my a-assistance? And if so, why?" Skyler asked sceptically. Covering herself even more with her sweater she looked at Soul expecting an explanation or a reason for wanting to break the policy.

A Moose

[Assistant]
Amelia Averyonna
Moonlight

"Have... nothing to draw with." Amelia said. She looked around the room before moving back to her bed and crawling under the covers only to emerge back out with a large stuffed, silver-colored rabbit in her arms. She looked back up at Rin before holding out the toy. "Like bunny?"

Elyse Yashia
@Roseletta

"Oh." Elyse said, her tone changing from happy to a little sad. She turned to her mother. "She can stay with us, can't she Mom?"

[User]
Tamashii

Rin smiled. "Awww it's cute~ is it a boy or girl?"

[Assistant]
As she listened to the little girl's words, Souls took another drag from her cigarette. There was a silence after the girl had finished, as the cigarette was still in between the black haired teen's teeth. The stillness was near deadly, only broken by the muffled sound of the other students' 'Do you have a roommate's and 'Nice to meet you's happening outside. It remained for what must've been an eternity, until, finally, Souls wrapped her fingers around the cigarette and tapped the ashes into the tray. Suddenly, she was surrounded by a serious, slightly intimidating, air as she put her elbows on her knees and leaned on them, staring Skyler straight in her eyes.

"Kid," she said, her eyes narrowing, "I bet there's a good number of nice, innocent cunts out there who'd just love to be your roommate, and yet you decided to come on in here and ask to be mine. So here's my guess:" Souls jutted the cigarette to point at the brown haired girl. "My performance down there awoke somethin' inside you. I'll bet you don't even know what it is. But it pulled you in here, with me instead of them." and she flicked the cigarette back to point at herself. "Or maybe I'm just reading too much into this. If that's the case, it's not too late to pack your shit back up and find a different room. But if not...then let me tell ya why we're doin' this." she paused to take a quick hit from the cigarette. "One should never abide by rules that don't abide by them. It's a shitty way to live. The only rules one should follow are ones that they make. Otherwise, you're just letting someone else live your life for you. Think of it as a protest, I guess." Souls took another pause to take another hit. So...you in, kid?"


[System]
Position: Student
Age: 14

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Proficiency/Abilities: He can control technology, such as turning power on and off, coding and/or encrypting different machines and devices, and hacking into systems.

Identification: Fillan's tall with a lanky build, standing around 5'8. He has medium length wavy dark brown hair that looks like it hasn't seen a brush in ages. It's parted in the middle and worn down with no sort of styling to it. He has large elliptical teal eyes and pale skin with small dark brown eyebrows. He has a narrow chest and long legs. Very skinny, he weighs around 115 lbs. Not physically fit in the slightest, but has a quick mind. He keeps his outfit simple; a white button down longsleeve shirt with a pastel green tie, black slacks and black leather dress shoes. He also wears large, thick framed olive glasses.

Personality: Fillan's timid and soft spoken, preferring to avoid conflict if at all possible. He usually keeps an open mind about others but is harsh and criticizing of himself. He's rather indecisive and tends to lack very good judgment or insight into other's personas. He has a turbulent underbelly full of emotion and insecurities, but typically internalizes it all and keeps most opinions to himself during group conversations. His mind has a tendancy to wander, especially during dull moments and he daydreams frequently, which can lead him to wandering about before realizing he's lost his way and has to try to retrace his steps. He enjoys doing math and does it almost always whenever he has spare time. Other hobbies of his include collecting different strands of ribbon and buttons, which he likes to hang in his room. Despite his naturally passive state, he can be surprisingly selfish at times and even sassy in the right mood. He tends to put his ambitions and goals over his physical and mental health, neglecting a lot of necessities. Fillan's never been very forthcoming with important information, and is individualistic in the way he goes about doing things, preferably doing it by himself without telling anyone and he's rather adamant about that.

Backstory: Fillan's switched households since he was 5 years old. He was put into foster care due to financial hardships and that his parents weren't prepared to have a child. He feels out of place most of the time, and is alienated from society as a whole. Since he was placed in foster care, he had trouble making friends due to sporadic moving that took place throughout his school years. Around the middle of six grade, he gave up entirely on socializing and instead dedicated himself to academics; as up until that point, his grades were nothing to be proud of. He discovered a new passion for learning, specifically math as he tried his best to catch up on his studies. When he moved schools at the end of seventh grade, he enrolled to a local boarding school. At that school, he was dormed with another student named Kludd. With a lot of persistence (mostly on Kludd's part) they became good friends and often shared a large portion of their time together. When they graduated, Fillan caught word about a mysterious school several miles north of where they lived that was only known as; "The Academy" Curious, he decided that's where he wanted to go for highschool.

Other: He really, really likes math and is often doing math packets.

[User]
Swallowing her own ferocious pride, Ashley pushed her way towards the edge of the fighting, her lungs burning and muscles aching. Leaning against a wall for support, she cursed herself for being so weak and cowardly especially when that Mikale dude probably seen her leave the fight, but then she smiled to herself because he now had to do all the fighting himself. Glancing down at her makeshift dagger, she placed it in her other hand while she inspected the tiny splinters that the wood had given her. Frowning at her hand, Ashley stood back up and intended to closely watch all the male students to witness what abilities they had while she caught her breath when she heard a loud, aggressive growl rapidly approaching her. As she turned, the large creature had already launched itself from the ground and had it's claws outstretched for her throat. Ashley barely managed to dodge it as it's claws skimmed her shoulder.

 Wincing, she jumped away from it and crouched as she watched the cat-like slime creature as it darted back into the crowd. Ashley sat for a few seconds before realizing it's method of attacking. She quickly stood up and darted away from her spot, when the creature landed right where she was a moment before. It once again moved back into the crowd of students. Deciding this creature was going to be a problem, Ashley stood her ground and waited for it to come back. She stood in a defensive stance, her body slightly shaking from the weariness that dragged her down. She could tell her movements were already beginning to slow, but she refused to admit it.

 A second later, the cat-thing parted out of the mass of students, it's jaws open and ready to kill, but unfortunately for it, Ashley was also ready. Ashley rolled to the left as it landed, she then tackled it as it tried to retreat. She had to admit the cat was fast but not fast enough, for her determination drove her to end the fight and get rid of the problem no matter how tired she was. She hoped Mikale was watching so she could prove to him that she was not to be messed with. Ashley drove the sharp wooden stick into the back of the creature's neck as it bit her arm trying to get away. It's body slowly crumpled to the ground, a soft growl escaping it's throat before going still.

 Sighing, she sat down and tried to lean back, but winced while trying to put pressure on her arm. She looked over at the wounds it had given her, they were bleeding but not too badly.
 "Heck," she said to herself as she stood back up. She rolled her shoulder, but she didn't care to cover the wounds up, she didn't believe they were bad enough.

 Scanning the area, she realized most of the slime monsters had all disappeared and most of the students had crowded into one area. Did I miss something? She asked herself. Loud roars ripped through the cavernous room, coming from the area with all the students. Ashley took a shaky breath and started forward, once again heading into battle. Suddenly, she heard yelling not too far away saying the words "Please wake up now!" Looking indecisively between the sound and the fighting, she was unsure where to go. A minute or two passed before Ashley decided to go toward the yelling. She tiredly rushed toward the where the sound was coming from and she found that Lalisa had fallen unconscious and there were two unfamiliar people surrounding her. She noticed that the one who had dragged her away and sat her down was a guy. Scowling, she felt something climb up her leg. She glanced down and realized it was some slug slime creature.
 "Nasty," she said before kicking her leg and tossing it off. Ashley then drove her attention back at the guy who was "defending" Lalisa from the slime creatures.
 "What are you doing!?" She asked the guy aggressively as she continued to try and fight off the slime creatures although she felt like she was going to collapse. "She doesn't need a guy defending her," Ashley said, barely noticing the other person that was near Lalisa too.

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Lalisa is floating.

Everything is white, white and blue and lavender, unlike the black and brown halls of the Academy, and Lalisa thinks, oh, I must be dreaming. The floating in her limbs, the light-headedness, the blank, white space of nothingness... all lend to the easy conclusion that she is dreaming. She is, of course. After using up her magic reserves so quickly, her body had shut down, causing her legs to give out and rendering her swiftly unconscious. It was a severe oversight, that of using so much energy--and for such a stupid reason! Not something she'd like to repeat.

Especially since she was trying to show off. Oh, Grandmama. I'm so sorry. I forgot my manners again. She must remember to apologize to Feine, and thank him for his assistance. She can't be prejudiced against somebody so quickly. It's not right, and besides, they're going to spend a lot of time together. She mustn't judge, even if Feine is a bit of a snob.

She is still floating, however, and as is the way of dreams, things begin to happen. Firstly, her childhood home comes into view--a little gingerbread cottage, complete with chocolate shutters and gumdrop shingles. This was Grandmama's finest creation, of course. As a baking witch, she worked for many years in a small bakery, but those days were over by the time Lalisa came. Now, all she has are old recipes, passed on from grandmother to granddaughter dutifully. And Lalisa has tried her best...

Onto another dream--Mother's face. Lalisa remembers only scant details of her parents, but this memory was one of them. A figure, with the same dirty-blonde hair that Lalisa sports, smiling and singing her to sleep. She was so young then. So young to be an orphan.

So young, murmur the Fae. So young to be cursed. So young and so vulnerable.

Fate can be cruel, her mother had said, whispering for fear of somebody listening, besides the dying fire. The curtains were always closed. Fate can be cruel. Her head hurts. Like a heavy weight, a headache suddenly springing to life, and at the same time Lalisa sees colors. She opens her eyes, and light floods in, noise and light and chaos. No more dreaming; back to life again. The haze of colors ceases, and Lalisa sees blurry shapes--Ashley, a hooded figure, another? The light hurts, insistent on drilling into Lalisa's eyeballs, and she closes them again. Her headache persists. Somebody is talking. The back of her neck burns, right where her birthmark is placed, and she gasps.

"Mother!"

Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. Where are the Spirits? Where is Grandmama? Is she still dreaming, for there should not be this much black around her. How long did she sleep, fainted and useless? The questions continue, but Lalisa has other plans. She needs to help; that is what a good girl does. Her eyes burn but Lalisa forces them open, and she sees the Spirits, swarming like so many bugs around her. So many of them! She was asleep, a deadweight, and yet... people decided to help her? She must thank them, too; so many things to do! Her birthmark hums appreciatively; everything is warm warm warm and

--green.

To Lalisa's horror, the skin on her left hand begins to crack, splitting open from the palm to reveal not blood or bone, but thousands of flowers. They spill onto the floor, taking root, and vines growing outward from her fingertips--like her magic, and yet not hers at all. Her birthmark burns, and vines wrap around her neck. Her fingers twitch, and green grass grows up to touch them. The plants sing, even as the pain her hand grows, the cut stretching wider, this must be a dream--is it?

Is this Lalisa's power? No, it is only what has been ordained, what dear grandmother has tried to conceal, for magic can kill and the Fae always have the last laugh. And the Fae were tricked, and the Fae will have revenge.

The plants whisper to her, and Lalisa screams and awakes.

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In mere seconds, a figure whooshed past Fillan, it was the same guy he'd seen earlier and he was making a mad dash towards Lalisa and the stranger. Fillan pressed his back up against the cold brick wall, his expression nervous and head swarming like the leeches with thoughts. The guy with jet black hair exchanged words with the stranger, Fillan could see his lips moving but it was all oddly deaf to him. The guy grabbed Lalisa from the crumpling stranger and moved over to the side. He set her down and began to furiously work on pulling the leeches off of her. I should go over there. What am I even doing? Even though he wanted to feel brave and run over there, the best he could do was shuffle his feet a few inches closer. I can't just stand here and watch people die... He prodded himself to move a little closer.

Then he stopped dead in his tracks.

The guy looked straight at him. Fillan felt like being spotted creeping down the hall looked at least somewhat suspicious and he had the burning urge to become invisible. In one instant, he wished he was back at his old desk with his math textbooks and stacks of math packets. He shook it off, No, I need to stay here, in the present. The guy had asked me to come over and help, that's all. He stepped away from the brick wall and hurried over towards Lalisa. The guy was ripping the leeches off of her. Fillan followed suit, trying his best not to look uncomfortable grabbing grubs. He almost forgot about the stranger until he heard a small noise. He tossed his head and looked over his shoulder at the stranger, his teal eyes a little puzzled as they searched the person. They had horns, which he noticed just now. Who are they? Maybe I should talk to this person at some point.
Further off, but quickly closing the gap, he saw someone hustling down the hall. She had a fierce expression on her face. What's her name again? Ashley? Ashley hurled towards the group at top speed. Fillan shot his gaze back down at Lalisa and tried to focus on these leeches. Kludd said something about staying away from her for some reason...but why?
"What are you doing!? She doesn't need a guy defending her!"
Ashley thundered, but also sounded a little ragged as she spoke. Fillan cowered a little closer to the floor, hoping to escape by unnoticed as he continued to pull the leeches. Maybe that's why...

Almost as soon as Ashley said something, Lalisa's eyes flickered open and then she started screaming. He was startled by the sudden cry and leaped backwards, his face mixed with fear and worry.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Nature: Cunning and stealthy, she'll stab you in the back, literally and figuratively and rob your corpse. Growing up on the streets she doesn't trust people, not really trust anyway. She'll pretend to trust you until she gets what she wants.

Looks: Long brown hair covering her right eye, blue eyes. She wears a skin tight leather suit along with a black tattered cloak. On her back is a sheath for her switchsword,two normal length Falchion blades co-joined by a iron peg.

About her waist is a belt with a small dagger sheath on either side housing 6 inch dangers. Clipped to one side of the belt is a claw, used to grapple up walls and the like. Various bottles of poisons line the belt as well for her to dip her daggers in.

She is 5'7 with an athletic build, a scar running down her left cheek beginning at the eye.

Class: Assassin.

Story: Ever since she could remember she was alone having to fend for herself, no one she could trust, no family, no friends. She took to a life of stealing to get by, of course at first she wasn't very good at it and got caught more times than she suceeded.

Over the years she got better, stealth became her friend and only true ally. She lurked in the shadows, robbing those that passed by. Eventually she grew bolder and began robbing houses and shops, word got around to the underworld about a popular new thief.

She began accepting jobs to steal certain things, eventually taking on missions of assasinations. Of thus she was highly skilled. Until she heard the decree, goodbye petty change, hello kingdom treasury.

Motive: To get in good with the King and steal everything not nailed down, even possibly steal from the others that decided to take up this little request.

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Abel observed the young boy with almost as much curiosity as the boy seemed to observe Steven. The boy seemed oddly apprehensive. He wondered if they knew each other. Having heard that Steven grew up as a farm boy, however, he deemed it very unlikely. Perhaps he was just intimidated by Steven's freakish height, Abel thought jealously.

"His mother needs a flower of some sort," Lyra told Steven quietly, "...don't step on any if you see them; it might be used to cure an ailment."

Abel found himself rolling his boots to the side and passing a quick glance behind him to ensure he hadn't offended any flowers or, more importantly, Lyra. That was when he noticed Illumina casually approaching. She seemed somewhat disinterested. Not that he could blame her. If this child's mother was sick and needed some medicinal sort of flower, it seemed rather unlikely he was going to find it here. Even so, he welcomed the opportunity to socialize with this band of strangers he had thus far been traveling with... even if it meant squatting in the dirt to look for flowers.

He dropped to a crouched position beside Lyra and held one side of his hat down so as to better block the sun. He squinted at the surrounding area-- seeing, of course, no flowers in sight. "You wouldn't happen to know what type of flower it is, would you?" Abel asked, feigning interest.

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Elisha sighted. As much kind and non-agressive as she tried to appear, the armor and sword probably worked against her. The kid hid the moment she approached! Maybe she should have traveled in civil clothes, like Steven did..but, this world is a dangerous place. It would be unwise to disarm during long journey through the wilderness up to here..and, given her stature and gender, she looked like an easy target to anyone who doesn't know any better.

 "I give up" she thought "I don't care about some farm kid at all. Besides, my mission is to fight monsters and evil magicians, not socialize with these people I am grouped with...there will be plenty of occasions to..get to know them if we do end up doing the same thing anyway". With this conviction, she turned around, almost bumping into Illumina.

Oh, sorry. Didn't notice that you where so close behind me.

Now then...compared to the other companions, Illumina was a whole different story. Like Steven, she was both armed and pretty young, yet the impression either of them made was radically different. She seemed...in control of her every movement, professional, deadly..there was no doubt that she is above an average mercenary, and that she cannot be underestimated.
Elisha respected such people. The question is, whether Illumina used these skills for the sake of good or evil...unfortunately, it would probably be naive to presume the former. Still, again, it's not her problem...there are evil and opportunistic people everywhere. Who counts, who needs to be eliminated, are evil mages, demons, necromancers....against such corruption, even a greedy mercenary might be a valuable ally, and indeed, Elisha had fought arm-to-arm with people with completely different morals on more then one occasion.

We haven't been introduced properly yet, have we? Name's Elisha Veer. Nice to meet you!

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The boy carefully eyed his surroundings. The rocky, dry ground by the mountain side wasn't exactly the place where one would expect to find a flower. When Lyra suddenly came to his level he seemingly jumped a bit again; as if she had pulled him out mid-thought. "What color is it? Is your mother sick?", she asked him. When Abel came down he actually turned to look at them again. "You wouldn't happen to know what type of flower it is, would you?"

Still a bit apprehensive but not equally troubled as before the thin built boy looked down to his now dusty and dirty bare feet. Under his breath he said, "Mommy is not sick. She is very, very sad."  The boy lifted his eyes towards Steven that now stood next to Lyra. "I wanted to find a detèmine. I heard from the shoemaker that he had see one somewhere here by the gate. It is lavender, almost white." The timid voice began to tremble slightly as he again turned to continue his search behind another, this time a bigger boulder that cast a shadow around it's root.

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Lyra looked down and checked her feet. Surely, she'd be in trouble if she were to be the one to fail the boy, but...well...there was something off. He was so thin, and he seemed of age to work the fields. His mother was very sad, but...well, it could also be said that she might be sad enough to fail to care for the crops and the like...including the child here.

And regarding her teaching politics to her aristocratic charges in the past...

Is the child that of a soldier's?

Perhaps. She wasn't too sure, but there was a possibility things had escalated faster than she thought.

But damn her if she didn't help a child. Before there was necromancy, one had to sense life snd the spirits. The latter, she couldn't dabble in, but suppose if she just...felt for any difference, any stronger feedback that a flower would have over any grass...that was possible, right?

She had 24 years under her belt. This should be a cinch, right?

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Steven was slightly guarded as the boy responded, but as the boy explained, Steven slowly raised his eyebrow. It was clear that the kid was wary of them, which made sense. They were complete strangers, after all. What didn't really make much sense, however, was what exactly the kid wanted to do with the flower, and also why exactly he was telling people about him trying to find it. Well, sort of.

What the boy said was clear enough, but it was what he wasn't saying that sent mixed messages. What was the point of telling a group of complete strangers that he was looking for a flower? If Steven were the boy's age, he would've just hid behind a rock and waited for them to pass or told them about his problem if they seemed trustworthy. While the boy hid behind the rock, he also told them about his problem, which was pretty confusing. Did he want their help, or was he just telling them for the hell of it? What did he want with them.

As the boy jumped behind another boulder, Steven had time to ponder the flower that the boy had mentioned. Unlike many complicated names, Steven had heard of it once or twice. Steven's mother was a herbalist, and he'd heard from her that detèmine was a pretty rare flower, as it grew in the mountains. It was pretty expensive, and they hadn't had many since it was so rare. The fact that it grew in the mountains made it naturally sparse, as there was hardly any soil and if it grew in the wrong position, it would be exposed to the elements. The exact use of the particular flower eluded him, however, as he hadn't been paying attention that much at the time.

Steven looked around at the ground nearby. The well beaten track was mostly absent of any sort of plant life, seeds that may have potentially bloomed being stomped underfoot. Besides that, the ground on the road was fairly thin, much of it becoming fixed on the shoes of travelers like himself. He knew through his farming experience that, pretty obviously, the road was pretty inhospitable for plant life in general. No plants on the road, or near the road.

Steven looked over to where the kid was searching the rocks. An idea with more potential, but still with a couple of problems. Flowers needed regular sunlight and protection from the elements (or so his mother said). While the rocks provided protection, if positioned incorrectly, it could deprive the flower of sunlight. Combine that with the previous factors, and it meant that a place to grow such a delicate flower was hard to find. There were a lot of potential spots in the area, and while it wouldn't exactly be painful to look through them all, there was the fact that they were meant to be going somewhere.

Steven stood and thought for a moment before looking to the rest of the group. Lyra had begun focusing intensely, and Steven wondered what she was doing.

Well... She's probably helping. Steven thought. Maybe.

Steven shrugged and turned to the rest of the group.

"Hey guys, you wanna look for a flower? If not, pretty sure you can just go on ahead." He said to them. "If you wanna help that kid over there, then you can stay here. Speaking of which..."

Steven turned back in the direction of the boy.

"Hey kid!" He called. "What's your name?"

[Assistant]
Abel narrowed his green-grey eyes ever so slightly as Steven suggested the others continue on ahead if they didn't care to help the kid search for his oddly specific flower. He just wanted to get those two all to himself, huh? They were already at their rest stop location, so what else was to be done with the day besides grab a hot meal and sleep? What a pig! You don't fool me. News flash, kid-- they're way too old for you! Of course, Abel didn't know any of their ages, but it seemed likely.

He glanced sideways at Lyra-- was Lyra too old for him? You could never tell with elves, could you? He wondered how in the world elves were able to tell amongst themselves. Maybe age didn't matter in their society. Hell if he would ever learn that sort of crucial information while living amidst a bunch of rock sucking dwarves, though.

Bagh! He inwardly waived the thought away as he absentmindedly took the pebble out of his mouth and subtly tossed it aside. Anyway, he had no idea what a "detèmine" was. Flowers were definitely not Abel's forte, but it struck him as odd that the boy needed such a specific flower simply because his mother was sad. Perhaps it was her favorite flower? Apparently some shoemaker told him it was out here. Maybe he'd been playing a cruel trick on the boy.

He felt sympathy for the child, but Abel didn't want to be the one to tell the kid he'd been duped-- nor that flowers don't magically make people happy when they are sad... especially when they are 'very, very sad'. He waited pensively for the boy to give his name.

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No sooner than she walked up did Elisha almost run into her. Illumina shrugged "It's fine.". Illumina looked her over more closely, out of the rest in the group Elisha looked more...proffessional than the rest. She certainly looked like she knew what she was doing more than farmboy over there.

And now that she mentioned it, she was right. They never really had time to introduce themselves, nor did they really talk that much. Was kinda a bummer, the group seemed interesting enough.

With a smile she spoke, "Names' Illumina, Illumina Nightblade. Nice to meet you." The kid eventually revealed the name of the flower, which she never heard of before. Don't really get many flowers in the slums or market aside from stands or the occasional wild flower growing through the cracks trying not to get trampled on.

"Kid seems kinda odd..never heard of this flower, not that it looks like any'll grow here anyway. Mostly just rock and weed." Illumina spoke, low enough the kid couldn't hear, high enough that Elisha should be able to.

"Also never heard of a flower curing deppression..not even sure if any medicine like that exsists." Illumina shrugged. Kid seemed shifty, or maybe it was just a certain degree of stupidity, she couldn't tell.


[System]
Age: 26
Appearance:
Personality: Aiduiin has a very high and mighty, holier-than-thou personality. He believes himself the walking definition of perfection, and his station in life has done nothing but enforced this belief. Is biggest pleasure comes from the control he has over others, and resistance is the bane of his existences.

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It wasn't any surprise that the lights had awoken the creature that rested inside. Neither was the dramatic reaction that she displayed. To his right Ecaeris smirked as the being flailed around trying to resist the force the pulled her ever closer to entering the ship. A look of sick pleasure had plastered itself to her face. Aiduiin tried to share in her joy, knowing that he should having captured a specimen with such ease. Still, he couldn't find the whole ordeal to be anything more than lack-lustre. Despite this he continued to watch as the woman drew nearer to the cargo entrance until, eventually, he heard the hum of gears as the hatch closed beneath its newest shipment. Knowing that his captive was securely within the ship, Aiduiin sauntered from the console and back down the halls.

He was in no great hurry, and so, took his time to the hold. About halfway down the stretch there was a sharp jolt that caused him to use the wall for support. Turning to peer through a nearby window he saw the cause. Faster than the eyes could properly take in, mountains rushed by as the ship hurtled itself from the atmosphere. Why his sister opted for such a hasty retreat, Aiduiin could only wonder. It did however cause his mind to wander, as it so often did. This time to pitiful creature stuck in the cargo hold. Unlike where he stood, the cargo had very limited stabilisation. Most shipments, seeing as they weren't living, would be tied or bolted down. He doubted that the handlers would have done so to a person. If he had lost balance, he could only imagine the force felt down below.

Pushing his thoughts away he ventured further through the ship, stopping at the medical ward.

"Rhistel, is your team ready?" Aiduiin didn't wait for them to notice him, or announced his arrival. He just spoke. And though it took a moment, the doctor did turn to him a smile stuck to his face. Giving a curt bow before replying.

"Of course, ch'Tadous." Still smiling, almost unnervingly so, he turned to his staff and barked out instructions. Within minutes they had gathered, tools in hand. From restraints to needles. There was no denying that come what may, they were prepared. Leading the group Aiduiin finished his trek through the hall, until he reached the elevator to the cargo bay. Just before entering however he stopped and pushed the medical staff in front. In case this specimen was hostile, he preferred to have some obstacles between her and him.

Once they reached the bay the automatic door opened, revealing the girl standing in the center. Without a moment's hesitation the group launched towards her. Together they wasted no time in restraining her as Rhistel readied the sedative. From the doorway Aiduiin stood and watched, only approaching once the drug was administered and the woman began to drift off. He came in closer to get a proper look at her features, briefly wondering if she could see him through her now hazed vision. Grabbing a hold of her dainty chin he moved her to and fro, becoming familiar with her features. Most remarkably was the lightness in her eyes, to which Aiduiin couldn't help but stare at until they closed. With his curiosity sated he handed her off to the medics who, after strapping her to the gurney, sped back to the ward.

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Several hours later, at the urging of his parents and sister, Aiduiin found himself seated in the corner of the woman's room waiting for her to awaken. More than once he had questioned if the dosage had been too for her small frame. He had also remarked on how her form was so like, and unlike, that of the Knurrians. From his father's warnings, he had expected to be wedding a monstrous beast. Which she was clearly not. Admittedly many aspects of her appearance were odd, they were not unpleasant to look upon.

Mostly during his wait though he stayed in the corner, curled up with a book. Just as he was when he heard the telltale stirring come from her bed. Slowly he looked over to where she lay,

"Good Morning," His tone was entirely neutral with neither animosity nor amity held within it. He wanted to make it clear that this was all just a formality. Though it wasn't entirely lost on him that she mightn't have clue to what he was saying. During his studies he had learned that 716 contained many, many languages and could only hope that he had chosen the right one to learn.

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Jaq managed a scream half way up and the sound did little to ease away the way there seemed an attraction to every part of her body. So when she was drawn through a large hole and deposited somewhat roughly against the …

Not an idiot and just because something was unlikely, didn't make it impossible. Highly improbable, no doubt, but never impossible. And if there was metal under her knees where she knelt, boneless, then someone had put it there. She sucked in breath, coughing past the pain in her throat, then looked around her.

The room was cavernous. Large, storage tanks sat against walls and stacked upon one another, tethered with some manner of thickened rope. Not military issue then. It was silly to think "military" just because she'd been sucked into a room in the sky, but she wasn't ready for what else could be doing the same thing. At that point of time, the probability index got so large and open-ended that anything was possible and she wasn't ready to deal with time travel, aliens, or heaven being a warehouse like space with what had been a very direct beam of light as an elevator.

Her body wracked with another choking cough, almost fell and she planted her hands down, one hand coming down on her magnum. She hadn't lost it. She laughed, lost a bit, then reached for it. If nothing else, she could make some damage for whomever thought it was a good idea to nab her.

Fingers closing around the gun, suddenly the entire floor juddered underneath her and a force, very similar to thrust (who was she kidding? She'd been flying long enough to know thrust – only she hadn't flown jet planes and this was less like her old Cessna and a bit more like a F-13 press), threw her headlong, skittering down the floor. Everything inclined (ascent, then) and she scrabbled at the smooth flooring, losing the gun, and tumbling hard into one of the large crates. Her head hit the side of the container hard and she held tightly to the rope (smooth, thin, like silk almost) as the entire warehouse (c'mon, you can call it a ship) inclined and then put on an extra burst of speed.

There was a knock through the entire space, like atmospheric interference, and then the ride smoothed out. She knew, intellectually, that they had to be going fast or there would have been some deceleration forces to contend with but she'd never thought anything could be so fast without some interaction with the air.

Unless they weren't in air any more.

Her head hurt. And the air smelled funny. She coughed again, pulled herself to her feet, and wobbled across the floor just as a door opened opposite of her.

Frozen at the sight before her, her mind spinning to wonder where in hell her gun had flown, she stared at the... They were strange, alien. With a burst of panic, she turned and bolted back toward where she'd been thrown. She had to find her weapon.

It wasn't like she'd learn any time soon, but it seemed to her that she might have thought of the whole resistance is futile bollocks when she'd been pulled in by their tractor beam. Still, she had to try and she knew the foregone conclusion of something sharp pricking the back of her shoulder was going to take her down. They were fast, too. Faster than she was. She was concussed and couldn't breathe from all the panic and they – well, they were weird alien thingies with alien technology. When she hit the ground, her cheek bloomed into pain and she rolled to one side, pushed weakly at hands that grasped her arms, and then went dark.

Nothing of the panic and all of the pain in cheek and head and back were present when she woke, however. Jaq reached up to touch her forehead. She blinked and instead of the usual white of a hospital room, she saw muted colors and rounded corners. She frowned. "How bad?" she groaned out around the musty feeling of her mouth. How bad had the crash been?

"Good morning," an unfamiliar voice with a strange accent intoned.

Turning her head toward the sound, she blinked and then rubbed her eyes. "Sorry, morning. My eyes are acting funny. What drugs you guys got me on?"

It didn't matter if she rubbed her eyes again or not. It was worth a try and she found it failed as miserably as the first time. A man sat there, undoubtedly a man. But he wasn't really a man. He looked like a Trekkie cos-player from her brother's geeky friends' facebook accounts. Only, there was something painfully different.

She'd been told they used color tints in movies to help the computer generated images work more smoothly with the real things around them, so that the eye saw movies from a distance, the colors not quite right. Maybe the tint, then, was wrong. This man looked decidedly orange and very much real, down to a slight twitch on his cheek under, was that scaling?

"My plane?" she grasped onto her first supposition that she'd been in a bad crash and fought to quell the sudden wash of bad memory from that awful dream. "Where's Papa Owen? How is my plane?" Her head hurt and she wasn't sure she could sit up, considering she was seeing things across the way.

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A smirk cracked across Aiduiin's face. Partly at the words in the book he held, it had just reached a decidedly inappropriate scene, and mostly from the bewilderment of his newly awoken guest. Compared to what he expected, her reaction was very subdued. From the lifelong lessons and classes he had been subject to, he was expecting every manner of fuss when she came to. Screaming threats and violent actions, instead she seemed to not fully grasp what had happened. Which was understandable given her, uh, predicament, for lack of a better word.

Listening to her increasingly panicked voice did come with some relief however: He had indeed chosen the right language. Admittedly it was very different listening to a, presumably, native speaker than computer that had been programmed to repeat words it was fed. Most notably was the speed. Computers were relatively slow when trying to produce language of any kind, and like with any native speaker, she spoke at a rate that was rough to follow. It took him a tick longer for Aiduiin to register and translate what she was saying than it normally would have.

"Sorry, morning. My eyes are acting funny. What drugs you guys got me on?"

Aiduiin simply looked at her, perplexed. She thought she was on drugs? Well, technically she had been on a sedative but that was clearly gone from her system. And he had never known a drug that caused a person to see something as outlandish as living person. Clearly, though, Earth must have such components. Though in that moment, Aiduiin couldn't fathom why one would want to consume them, even if they proved to help medically.

He shook his head in response, "You are on no drugs." His assurance tough seemed to have little effect on her as she continued on.

"My plane?" Her voice seemed slightly more frantic than before, "Where's Papa Owen? How is my plane?"

Straight faced Aiduiin removed himself from the seat taking a small step forward, "I do not know what is a pupah-owan…" He was another few steps closer to her bedside, "But your craft is fine." With that he closed in on the bed, reaching a hand out for hers. Now that she was awake, he thought it prudent to get to work and not waste time. He grabbed hold of her hand, dwarfing it within his own, and tried to urge her to get up, "Come, much to do." First, and most important, would be to get her health examined.


[System]
Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Background: Killjoy's past is a closely held secret that no one knows, not even those who've known him since he started his career seven years ago. One thing's for sure though, he's one damn effective gun-for-hire. He's known best for his record of more than 200 confirmed kills, something he shows proudly with the tally-marks on his armor, and of completing every contract ever assigned to him. His last contract got him indebted to Starfire Company causing him to have to work off the debt. He eagerly awaits for his ten-year contract to end so he can go back to working solo.

Personality: Killjoy's arrogant, but he's got a pretty good reason for it. There's no mistaking that he's one of the best at his job and that job is making sure his target is going six feet under. He isn't completely without morals though, refusing to do any job that involves slavery or the murder of innocents. He's also a bit of a pessimist, but he claims that that's only because he wants to be prepared for the worst.

Gear:
- Two .45 Caliber Handguns
- One Machete
- Various lethal and non-lethal hand grenades
- Body armor that can stop most non-sustained small arms fire
- Helmet with tactical display

Personal Ship:

The V-17 Cobra Dropship is a re-purposed troop carrier meant to quickly transport up to twelve. Killshot's since customized it for deep space travel, more maneuverability, and more firepower. There's also a small armory inside where he keeps his various weaponry (including assault rifles, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, etc.) for missions that may require something more than his handguns can handle. It's no bigger than a Black Hawk Helicopter of the 21st century.

[User]
Eight of Twelve - Aurora, Regeneration Alcove
Regeneration Cycle complete. All systems functioning within acceptable perimeters. Biological and Technological component sync complete.

Eight opened his eyes as the on board computer of the Aurora terminated his regeneration cycle. Because of his accident on the Pegasus station, the accident that had fused his higher brain functions with that of a computer and several of his limbs with cybernetic implants Eight no longer required sleep as it was thought of by most humanoid life. Instead Eight had constructed a special alcove on his ship which when activated put his body into a form of stasis while the computer realigned his implants with his organics.

He could go up to seventy two hours without it but to maintain peak efficiency he needed to regenerate for six hours every twenty four. His cycle complete Eight disabled his alcove on the Aurora. He did of course have his own Starfire quarters on the ship but given that he would have to build another of these chambers inside for it to be any use to him at all the quarters remained vacant.

Eight opened the doors from his craft's sickbay to the main bridge, which was in fact a small room with two chairs in front of piloting consoles that controlled the various systems of the ship. Behind the two consoles was a sealed tube big enough for one person to stand in. Because of Eight's unique cyborg physiology he could use this chamber to interact directly with the ships computer and use his own brain as the flight systems. However that was for long voyages or confrontations in which the ships computer could not adequately compensate for variables that Eight's brain could calculate.

At the moment the cyborg was simply running routine diagnostic and maintenance on his systems. The Aurora was a sleek black ship and one of a kind. When Eight had first started on her the Aurora had been the wreck of a long range tactical bomber. While it still bore definite resemblance to the original model almost all the systems had been rebuilt from scratch by Eight with whatever he could get his hands on. As a result the Aurora was completely unique in the galaxy.

Satisfied that his ship was running at peak efficiency. Eight was preparing to leave when a notice appeared on his console screen alerting him to the fact that Starfire had three new contracts that were being tasked out to this unit. Eight had no feelings one way or another about the contracts themselves however the probability of success, the compensation expected and the likely hood of casualties indicated that protecting the Babylon IV would grant the crew the highest monetary gain for the lowest risk assuming no anomalous components made themselves known.

Eight left the ship after presenting that as his preferred assignment. The contracts themselves also meant very little to Eight, the money was useful of course but the real reason Eight was here was to make use of Starfire's vast influence and resources, there was someone in the galaxy waiting for him. He just needed to find her.

Eight sealed the Aurora and scrambled the entrance command with a intuitive resequencer so that it could only be opened either by his biomechanical signature or a very skilled hacker. Eight didn't trust anyone, and so kept anything of value out of reach of anyone else.

Eight was always awake early because he only required six hours of regeneration compared to the rest of the crew's more demanding sleep schedules. Despite the early hour a good portion of the crew seemed to already be awake and inhabiting the ship's galley. Because Eight required nutritional supplements to maintain his organic systems this was where he was required to go.

When Eight opened the door several heads glanced in his direction and then quickly away. Eight had always got the impression that he unnerved the rest of the crew. Perhaps it was the precise way he spoke or the remains of the ocular implant curved around his eye socket and diode embedded next to his right ear. It may even have been that of most of the crew he was one of the few that didn't wear any sort of protective armaments. Whatever it was it wasn't important to Eight.

He crossed the room to a food station. A scan of the coffee machine by Eight's ocular implant revealed that several of the regulator coils in the back were out of sync. Eight had fixed this problem twice in the last week. The logical conclusion would be to have the device either replaced or rebuilt. Eight turned to the food replicator the station was equipped with. Eight had design schematics for luxury cruisers that had replicators which were capable of creating the most exotic dishes in the known galaxy. This was not one of those replicators. The more complex the meal created the more power the replicator required and the more precisely it had to be designed. This unit appeared to be cobbled together from spare parts and as a result only produced the most basic food supplements. It could do gruel and some simple food in the a pinch but Eight wasn't interested in that.

"Nutritional supplement 46 Beta." He said to the system and it materialized a bowl of small green square objects a quarter of an inch on both sides. They had almost no taste but provided the most efficient form of nutrient assimilation into the body. He'd designed these specific for his physiology.

He took a seat at a table which had another occupant. This didn't bother Eight at all. The one sitting across from him was female, she was on the smaller side with blue hair. Interestingly enough her hair branched up into an extra set of ears. Eight scanned her up and down with his ocular implant. He wasn't exactly an expert on biological lifeforms the same as he was with machines so most of the data he receive made no sense to him. He deleted a good portion of it deeming it unnecessary, only retaining an imagine of her appearance for the sake of recognizing her and a note of the evident differences between her and other humans he'd come into contact with.

When his scan was complete he looked at her with unblinking storm grey eyes and said. "You appear to be a form of mutant. Please elaborate."

[Assistant]
Johanna gave John a nod, picking up her datapad and looking over the choices again. After about a minute of debating the pros and cons in her mind she finally decided to choose the second option, the escort mission. She figured the mission's rewards were on par with the risk in involved. The siege mission was a suicide attempt and not worth dying for, and the guard mission, well that just wouldn't pay enough to be worth their time, especially if they got into a gunfight.

Johanna thought that maybe not the group slowly assembling around the galley would start having conversation with each other, she liked to listen to other people talk. She didn't mind when other people were around, she just became really uncomfortable when people spoke to her directly, or god forbid being the center of everyone's attention.

She should have know better though, she was cursed with an appearance that automatically drew attention to her, at least from other humans. Other species hardly noticed the difference, but among her own kind she stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn't long before someone decided to sit at the same table as her. She briefly had the urge to get up and find a different table, but she didn't want to be seen as rude. Instead she looked the boy over, immediately noticing he wasn't entirely human himself, he appeared to have some mechanical implants.

The cyborg suddenly spoke, "You appear to be a form of mutant. Please elaborate." It caught her off guard, people usually weren't so blunt or direct about asking why she was different. He spoke with a precision that reminded her of an artificial intelligence. He wasn't like other humans either, he was different. They had that in common at the very least.

She realised she'd simply been gawking at him in silence for the past minute. With a blush she snapped out of her daze, she decided she had no choice but to answer his question, she reasoned it was better to get it over with now then put it off till later, she had a sick feeling though this wouldn't be the last time she'd have to do this.

"Well I...I was kidnapped and experimented on at a research facility that had been hidden inside an asteroid. I woke up in this strange cell, and that's when it began. Whoever they were, they never spoke to me, or revealed themselves. I don't think I was worthy of their attention...they simply began the...experiments." She couldn't help but shudder.

"I was unconscious for a lot of it. But sometimes when I was awake these mechanical arms would come down and inject me with strange substances, they made me feel sick. Sometimes they'd gas the room too. After what I think was weeks I sort of got used to it. Whatever they were doing...it made me stronger, faster...they were enhancing me for some unknown purpose. After a while the more...obvious changes appeared." She gestured to her ears and tail.

"My hair and eyes changed as well, but I didn't notice those as easily. Whatever they did it changed me down to my DNA. I-I'm not really sure I can even be considered human anymore, at least not entirely...it's like they wanted to create a new...species." She looked down at her coffee mug. "Starfire raided the research facility and rescued me and some others who were held there, and that's how I ended up here more or less." She took a long sip of her coffee, she needed to calm her nerves.

[User]
Space, the void between worlds.
The ancients may have foresaw this very age.
Where the planes were brought together.
The cosmos united as one world.
And there they would divide up the heavens.
Casting lots and waging wars.
The Skies, Seas and Underground.

Just outside of the cabin, past the precipice of metal and technology, was infinity. A view into the depths of the universe, onwards to the ends of visibility as far as the light could reach. Looking into the past as you journey into the future, a strange paradox, but the FTL drives had made the universe a much smaller place as the distant galaxies were suddenly neighbors. Beings suddenly awakened from their fugue state, contact made, species eradicated and information exchanged. Evolution took them far enough to becoming the dominant species on their own planets, now Revolutions shall see which alien race will control the universe. But certainly not these. For just outside the view of eternity, the bodies floated amongst the wreckage. Neither as countless as the stars, nor as a beautiful, but in the same swallowing void all the same. There they drifted past, cold and lifeless, expended.

In stark contrast to the grim and somber tragic waste of life, there was another which died upon this very vessel and caused great upheavals. The Coffee machine. To which someone was cursing at it and tinkering with it to produce some black liquid of some nutritional value for these organics. Was this black fluid so important to them? Could they not function without it? Such strange creatures who consume not what they need to survive, but need to perform. But who was Cy to judge them, he was made with everything he required to survive, an electrical yolk which would be consumed every moment of his existence. And when it was no more, he too would return to the universe and become like these organics nothing more than a victim of the void. One day this crew would join those floating outside, but today the coffee machine shall join them first, jettisoned in the lock as rubbish.

Looking around, they were an odd bunch. A human, an alien, and more humans or rather perhaps mostly humans. One asked of how the rest of them fared in these early moments, seemingly just woken from a deep slumber. Yet again Cy had no responses for this as the Valis do not sleep, nor eat, nor reproduce. Lacking a true biology, the physical needs for the cosmic energy being was simple: Energy. To infuse his core with additional electricity was to extend his existence from which he has maintained a stable working agreement with the Company. The extreme amounts of energy required to survive another hundred cycles was ludicrous and as such mercenary work footed the bill and kept the lights on at home. Both figuratively and literally.

Speaking of which, the assignments made their announcements known as the Valis continued to watch the organics in their affairs. He had gone unnoticed so far, sitting alone at the table, watching the celestial bodies move. A silent sentry who spoke as little as four words every few hours of the day. Actions however, spoke louder than words, and as such, Cy cast his vote for the second mission.

[Assistant]
John looked around the galley as more and more people arrived and made their presences known. Great. People. I hate people. Nine times out of ten, they start shooting at you as soon as they've got the chance. And I can't shoot these guys because I'm supposed to be working with them. When one of his new cyborg compatriots walked into the room to greet everyone, the mercenary replied with a short groan, acknowledging Valian's question but not putting in the effort to give a real response, which in itself sort of answered the question.

Having nothing else to do, John took a look at the datapad on his wrist to see if there had been a decision on which mission the team would do. He was a bit surprised at the outcome. Out of the nine people on the ship, seven had voted for the same mission. The one I picked at random must have been the escort mission as well. Two more people have yet to vote, but it doesn't really matter what they pick now does it? He took another sip from his coffee, only to find that he had finished it on his last sip. Just the start to another bad day. Escort missions always suck. At least Yamikov-Fujikawa ships are never armed, we don't want some gung-ho captain trying to help, only to get himself killed instead. The mercenary checked his datapad one last time to see what they're estimated time of arrival would be. One hour before we reach orbit, huh? Great, plenty of time for someone to try and annoy me further.


[System]
Nicknames/Titles: Dal
Occupation: Thief/Pirate
Birthday: December 13th
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Male.
Age: 31
Sexuality: straight.
Place of Birth: A small coastal village on the Guratan and H'kelan borders.

Biography: Dalious was born to a whore and a sellsword. His mother died at birth, and his father years later in battle. He was taken in by an orphanage at a young age, though he soon ran away on his own to make his own life for himself. He, as a teenager, became a successful thief, and soon managed to join a band of bandits known as the red flag gang. Here, he learned simple tactics of sword fighting and mercenary work, but it only lasted until he was a young man. The gang was eventually captured and/or killed by members of Chief Kisarin's tribe. Dalious, being the youngest, was spared and sold into slavery. He would eventually be bought by a fisherman named Bernen, who put the child on a better path in life. This was to be his end, except for the war that changed everything. Bernen fell within the first raid of attacks on their village, and Dalious fled to the oceans. He became a man of the seas, wandering and pirating until present times.

Personality: Witty, charming, confident, brash, bold, sarcastic, cunning, egotistical, narcissistic, prideful, arrogant, selfish, etc.

Likes: The sea. Women. Whiskey. Sea food. Dragongrass. Adventure. Women. Weapons. Strategy. Wind. Challenges. Ale. Women. Card games/pirate dice. Gambling. Vodka. Rum. Money/loot. and women. and TREASURE!

Dislikes:Government. Laws/rules. Chains. People. War. Magic. Skunks. Hell, magic skunks!

Skills/Strengths: Sailor. He has been traveling the oceans for most of his adult life. He can swim like a seal and moves well in water. Thievery. Is silent in the shadows and moves around like a cat. Swordsman. Prefers two swords in combat, as that is what he has trained with the most. Strategy. Has won all of his battles at sea due to being more cunning than his opponents. He can read the wind changes well, and knows how to not get surrounded.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Has a weakness for booze, money, and women. So much so that the desire for one of those things could easily be a trap for him that ends his life (and he knows this). Is not good with ranged weaponry, save for a spear that he uses for fish. Prefers one on one combat where he thrives, but is little to nothing against magic. He considers magic unfair.

Weapons/Equipment: Duel swords at his hips. Both medium in size. One for defense, though he is both orthodox and southpaw, so he can switch them if needed. A blunderbuss, which he made himself (and that doesn't really work all that well). He stuffs the weapon with anything really, and it is only good for close range.

Appearance: (Edward Kenway from Assassins Creed Blck Flag) Dalious is handsome and athletically fit. Years of swimming have sculpted the man's body into a chizzled masterpiece (as he would call it). He has tattoos all over his back and arms of rare maps and other sea related things, such as compasses, creatures, ship layouts, etc.

He has a hard, firm jawline and fair skin, though it is often covered by his facial hair. His eyes are as blue as the ocean, and his hair comes down to his shoulders. He has brownish/blonde locks, but at the right setting of the sun, his hair may look golden.

Inspirations: Jack Sparrow and Edward Kenway I suppose, but moreso because I'm a drunk and wish I was a pirate lol.
Main or Side: Side, I think. Not sure about this one.
Username: Sol Grim

[User]
Thuraya Azize

Thuraya kept her silence as the conversation began. This was when she started really taking in who was there. Eyes silently scanned every new person, watched interactions with those that she already knew. So this was the Prince Cyril, was it? He didn't look like much, in her opinion. It was as he mentioned that they would need his help as much as he needed theirs that she let out a soft, stifled chuckle. When the other two chiefs started to agree, her eyes snapped over to Seryosa. The blunt "no" from the woman allowed Thuraya's smirk to stick on her face.

The Prince's advances afterward had the young scorpionfolk's blade dragged across the floor quickly without even being lifted out of it first(which undoubtedly left a new scar in said floor), left hand tightened on it's hilt, held in a way that the blade was then between him and Seryosa, smirk faded in favour of a scowl, tail raised in defense, pointed directly at him. She would not strike first, no, but she would defend with her life if it came to that.

The words "decision by combat" left his lips and her eyes widened slightly, lips parted as though she were going to speak but remained in silence. Seryosa agreed then, setting the time and numbers. Thuraya left her eyes on Cyril as she took a few steps backwards and finally lifted her sword with relative ease out of the floor. She stared only for a moment longer before turning, letting her tail down out of it's guarded position brought her sword up over her shoulder and took a few running steps to catch up with Seryosa.

"I'm going to fight for you. Don't tell me no, I'm strong enough now. I'll take them all down myself if I have to!" Her tone was soft at first, but became full of purpose and determination. She would not fail her.

Seryosa gave Thuraya the briefest of smirks, before her gaze went back forwards. The giant snow leopard continued to pad along behind them before it sped up slightly to walk next to the Chief as well, and her hand went out to gently scratch it behind one of the ears as they walked.

"I'm counting on that, but you shouldn't have to. Not with Badain and Mizra still up for hire."

Thuraya nodded and gave a small grin. "Of course. Still, I won't let you down." She'd been taught not to underestimate an enemy, and she didn't. But that didn't change her views. If it came down to it, she would fight them all her self, that was no lie on her behalf. She owed Seryosa a great deal, though that was barely reasoning to why she would throw her life in danger for the woman.

[Assistant]
Drosil Maeneld

Drosil had remained silent and rather distant from the group, essentially throwing a tantrum as far as anyone else was concerned. And while, yes, the entire confrontation had left him with a bit of a bruised ego, it wasn't a grudge he was currently nursing. While he had no desire to apologize to the man, as he didn't feel even the slightest bit beholden to such a deed, nor did he feel that what he said or did, even in an inebriated state as he was, was wrong or deserving of such rude actions. He was aware, however, that his actions had reflected badly on the prince, and he did feel some guilt for that. If he plays the fool at his own expense, that's one thing, but if someone else get's called a fool because of something he did, then that was a problem. But he was left with the issue of just how to apologize for his failing. Sure he could just say it, but he felt the gesture would lack meaning, as they were just words that could be said with hardly any meaning to them. He wished to show Cyril how sorry he was, but couldn't come up with anyway he felt sufficient.

As they finally approached Gurata, Drosil stayed in the back paying only half attention to events until the sound of drawn steel reached his ears. As people suddenly got ready for a clash, he raised his staff in readiness, unsure of what was happening. The situation calmed down swiftly, however, as Cyril revealed his intention for a Decision by combat, and as the groups parted in preparation, Drosil saw both his chance for reconciliation and a way to prove his arcane power in one fell swoop. As his eyes fell over the others that they'd possibly be fighting against, his eyes would swirl slightly in anticipation, an aching for the coming battle starting in his heart and working it's way through him with a slow burning. While never the first to start a fight, and always looking for a way to avoid it, Drosil couldn't help but feel a certain excitement when ever battle was to be had. It's truly a glorious state of mind to be in, but one that most spellcasters can't experience in full, as castings of true measure take much time and preparation, something which is in short supply on the battlefield. Still, it would matter not, as he had a plan for such things, for now, he had to secure his position in the coming battle. Turning to follow the Prince, he'd quickly make his way to the man's free side, clearing his throat in order to make his presence known. Once he had the man's attention, he'd give a slight tilt of his head, a ready glint in his eyes as he spoke in a fast, excited tone.

"Cyril, I couldn't help but notice you challenge that woman over their with the beautiful specimen of Snow Leopard pver their to some form of combat. While I do admit to having paid little attention to the general proceedings as of late, i would assume that she is some obstacle in the way of gaining Gurata's assistance in dealing with the H'kelan hordes threatening your home, yes? Whether that be the case or not, I'd like to recommend my services in the coming battle, as well as that of my brother, who I'll have to convince, but I don't think it'll take much convincing. Also, if I am selected, I'll need an area of my own to prepare a few things needed to assist me in facing foes in close-quarters. It needn't be big, a simple tent of marginal size would be perfect for what I need. If something like that be obtained, then simply a place isolated from prying eyes would be sufficient. I do hope I'm not being presumptious in my asking, or hoping that you'd allow me to fight on your behalf in order to assist your noble cause?"

[User]
Dalious awoke to the sun at his face. It was a displeasing feeling, though it was quickly covered by the shade of a massive structure. He cracked his neck forward, realizing he was saddled upon a horse with a large man tending the reins behind him. He took a moment to glance at the company he was currently and somehow within, noting the different faces and such. None of it made much sense to him until his memory had started to return. He was wounded, and somewhere along the way everything went dark. Reaching back with an aching free arm, he felt the bandages behind his shoulder. Whoever they were, they patched him up and took care of him. It was a nauseating feeling to be in one's debt, but he had always stuck to a pirate code and wasn't about to give up his morals just yet.

The man burdened with riding him along was at the rear of the company, not saying a word to him even though he must have already realized he was awake now. Dalious remained quiet for awhile as he watched them lead into this arena. Perhaps they weren't as kind as he initially thought, maybe he was their prisoner and they were about to give him up to some authority. The pirate tilted his head back and rested it on Gortul's shoulder, awkwardly staring at him direct in his eyes.

"Would it be possible to drop me off at the local tavern, mate?" he asked in a pleading manner. "I'm not so big on group meetings. Anxiety and all."

He gave off a smile, but kept his head against the man's shoulder as it was surprisingly comfortable. He had only just now realized that his head was aching more so than his shoulder wound, which currently wasn't a problem at the moment. The gaze from the large man told Dalious everything he needed to know, be silent. Either that, or this man just naturally gave off the intimidating factor. Dalious huffed and tilted his head back upright.

Being ignored, the rider brought him in at the rear of the company, where Dalious quickly realized he was not even an issue to these people. A few politicians of whatever city they were in came forward, and some words were had. 'What the hell is going on?' he wondered. Then he heard it, coming from the apparent leader of said group.

"I am Cyril Serio, the Prince of Barcea."

What would be the odds of that? Being rescued and cared for by the great prince of Barcea himself! He had never thought to come across royalty in all his days, but then again, he had never thought a dwarf could ever get the best of him either. Strange how life unfolds, but such is the way in war times.

As the company moved together into the arena, Dalious was halted by one of the guards and left to stay where he was. He gave off another huff, though he didn't much care for politics anyway. He leaned back and crossed his arms, unsure of where he stood in all of this. The only thoughts that came to his mind were that he owed these people a favor, and that the prince must of had a lot of coin. To aid a prince in war time surely could help the pirate's financial status. He turned his attention back toward Gortul.

"So, how did a man like yourself come to be a sentinel?" he asked, having already known about the famous soldiers. "Must be quite the ladies man with such a title?" He impatiently waited for a response that never came, at least not quickly enough. "Don't tell me you're a bloody mute?...I need a drink."