[System]
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Appearance: Penn
masked appearance: The Reaper
Mask: Mask
Abilities: Penn is a borderline prodigy and proved it during his time as a university teacher.
Masked Abilities: Levitation - Penn does not call it flight, as he moves around with the absence of external forces, and doesn't push against anything.
Umbraspace/Hammerspace - Reaper can put himself and other objects into shadows, using them as gates to the void. He cannot put other humans or living beings into the void, as it lacks air.
Night vision
Limited Pyrokenesis, black flames.

Personality:
Masked Personality: Reaper is a being of justice, and has little sense of mercy. He knows when he isn't enough to handle a situation, and isn't afraid to ask for help from other masked beings.
Biography: Pendleton Howl was born in Australia, but he and his parents moved to America so he could be raised in a small town in northern California to a family with a comfortable lifestyle. He was raised well, and was almost considered a child prodigy in sciences and mathematics. He excelled in just about all of his classes, and gained a full scholarship at the age of fifteen.

Years later, Penn decided to take a trip back to his little hometown, and stumbled on a tiny store next to the road he was traveling. Deciding to take a look at what was there, he encountered an interesting mask. He was a man of science, but he still loved the stories of mythology and the impossible, so he bought the reaper mask and put it on. In black flames that burned with a pain like no other, he transformed for the first time into his alias known as The reaper. He kept the mask a secret from everyone, including his own family. and only put it on again when he returned to his home near the college he now taught at as a professor.

He became The Reaper again, fighting crime and all of the normal superhero things, but in his down, Reaper way.

As the years went by, the thoughts and abilities of the reaper began to linger onto his normal body, eventually to the point where he could create small flames and hide in the shadows without the mask. By then, he had already found the institute. It was old and run down when he found it. No signs of human life anywhere. He repaired it, recreated the facility in the middle of nowhere. During this time, he studied the mask as much as he could, wanting to unlock the secrets that were within the mask. One by one, people with masks showed up at the institute, all with the same questions. He offered to help them, as long as they could help him with his research. It became a base of sorts for masked heroes and villains alike, even with their remarkably small numbers. They grew over time, but even the masked men and women were susceptible to an early fate out of Penn's hands.

[User]
Nina chuckled, remaining in her strange sitting position as the three entered the room. Her platinum curls were practically touching the ground, not that she minded… she was more interested in these interesting new strangers. "Interesting? Most call it insanity." She chimed, barely paying the strange blonde a second glance. Instead her shimmering red eyes were fixed on the other woman, the one who had actually greeted her. For someone as old as the mask was manners were very important.

The woman's lips puckered, her eyes rolling to look up, or in her case down at the floor, as she thought over the question. "Your mask, that's the reason dearie. This place here studies them and such…" she replies, pointing to the silver mask attached to her own face. "At least that's about as much as I know, didn't really pay attention." She chuckles.

Suddenly her eyes snap to the other woman, an eyebrow going up. "And what might you be up to? You know it's not polite to touch someone without their permission, right girly??" she questioned, something dark seeping into her voice past the madness. The cheerful nature in her features was now gone, now she almost seemed ready for a killing spree.

For a few moments Nina merely stared her down, awaiting a reply before another thought interrupted her current actions. Her mood suddenly brightened, the dangerous atmosphere that had been brimming just moments before disappearing with it. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! Forgive me for that blip in manners. The name's Nina Simone, and you three might be?" she chuckled.

[Assistant]
His body turned only slightly once he felt yet another presence in the nearby area. Like the others, he was at least somewhat fearful of the visage of death mere feet away from them. The gas mask wearing woman that he had been speaking with held her gun casually, but still ready to strike if needed.

"Fear not." He spoke out to the two of them. "Neither of you are dead, nor will be." His body twisted around to look into the shack. He was sure that the people he had seen earlier were already down in the Facility by now, and it would be best if the people up on the surface went down below as well.

The reaper began to glide across the ground and into the seemingly abandoned shack. He stopped momentarily, and turned back around to look at them with the black portals to the void that served as his eyes. "Come along. There's much to explain." He then turned back around and walked inside before going down. As he reached the bottom of the basement, Reaper reverted back into the form of Penn, and waited at the doors of the elevator. With a sigh, he reminded himself that the one in the wheelchair wouldn't be able to go down the stairs. As much as he liked showing the new people around this certain way, he was going to have to use one of the other lifts to get him inside.

[User] Kimiko's timid nature turned 180, she slowly stood up. Kimiko slowly apporoached the crazy one, as she approached she slowly reached behind her back to grab the knife. Dite liked watching the sudden shifts from a timid mouse to ferocious lioness. Dite would have loved nothing more than to see Kimiko slit the crazy one's throat but she waved Kimiko away. "Dearie you are about to join a group of very select few." The pitch of her voice was modulated to add a since of domineering and malice.

[Assistant]
In a flurry of moving limbs Nina scrambled upright, a clear pout on her lips. She was now sitting on her knees, her fingers clutching the back of the chair as she looked up at the blonde. "Oh my, I didn't mean to upset you dearie... No, no, no, I just don't particularly like when people touch me without my knowledge. The last individual who did that ended up with a broken arm.... Reflexes and all, war really changes you and old habits die hard." She pouted, looking like a kicked puppy.

Nina chuckled, her downright cheery mood once again completely engulfing her. "I really am sorry dear, hope there's no more hard feelings. It would be quite sad if the only people I've met hated me.... " she added, her madness seeping away. The mask had its moments of clarity, and lucky for both it and Nina it knew when it was best not to make enemies. She smiled cheerily before letting herself fall back, her feet going over the arm rest and her head laying atop the other. Now she could once again see everyone.

[User]
Through out the entire event, Bart was plastered to the wall of the shack, panting but the more he listened to the grim reaper, the more he began to think that he might not kill him. Walking around the side of the dilapidated structure, he revealed himself to the sunlight that the wall was blocking. Squinting, he followed the reaper down, though waiting for him to reach the floor they were heading to, before noting the number down and pushing the corresponding button to that floor.
Whilst in the elevator, Bart slipped the mask on and instantly regretted it, all he could hear was shouting and arguing as Bartholemhew retook control of the body. Every soul in the mask was panicing or bickering about the reaper and the fact that Bart was stupid enough to get into the elevator but Bartholemhew stepped in before he could go brain deaf, "could you all please be quiet," he asked dryly, leaning against the elevator control planel by accident, "or I'll take this mask off and have that idiot Bart take the reins." a small 'hey!' of disapproval escaped his mouth as  Bart protested. After another moment of waiting, the elevator punted and the doors slid open with a smooth, 'whoosh'; he found himself looking into a rather shonkey looking waiting room filled with strangers, he gripped the cane handle firmly and walked to the opposite end of the room, away from the group of people and sat on a rather uncomfortable couch.

[Assistant] Dite noticed Charon and some others came down the elevator. "Char baby came to join the party? Party hasn't really started yet. Lack of food and entertainment you see, but you were never one to socialize bit of a stick in the mud, always on duty ferrying people to the afterlife across the Styx." Dite sat down in a chair across from the crazy girl and pulled Kimiko into her lap. "Char baby, what is this place and why was I summoned here?" Dite began to rub Kimiko's cheek affectionately.

[User]
Seeing Dite again, Penn waved at the woman and pulled out his phone. He tapped and slid his finger across the screen several times before a low rumbling could be heard. Of course, nothing could be seen by anyone underground, but the parapalegic man above ground would have seen a large square of ground rise up to reveal a platform. The lift that Pendleton had activated led to the garage, which wasn't far from where he and the others were. Finally deciding to reply to Dite's comments, Penn put his phone away and looked at her, taking a glance at his mask just before. "I can't truly explain why you were summoned here." he told her, but hoped that the others were listening as well.

"I found this place several years ago in my masked form, the form Dite here knows as Charon. I know him as the Reaper, but that's besides the point. Me and him have a close relationship, and I'm pretty in control when I have the mask on. Like you all, I had a feeling, or wandering thought about coming to this place. I'm still not entirely sure about it's significance and relation to the masks, but I can tell you that there is something binding both fantasy and technology within these masks, and deeper underground than I have dug, could be a beacon of some sort that is attracting the masks."

[Assistant]
Not quite sold on the idea of following the grim reaper underground, Charlotte hesitated for a moment. Going through some sort of inner monologue no less, picking apart the reasons why it would most likely not be dangerous. It was a weird thing to happen to her, as normally fear wasn't part of her masked-up periods at all. And though fear still wasn't quite the right word to describe what kept her, it came close. It felt as though a small part of her was in awe of what lied ahead, and while the stronger part could easily force her down those stairs, it decided to ease the process by listing all the logical reasons why she'd already be dead if death truly was after her. The nervous tapping of her foot let small swirls of smoke depart from the cloud at her feet.

After what felt like an eternity, the girl with the gas mask approached the shed. A fleeting look to the side was made, to ensure that her vehicle and luggage wasn't autonomously escaping, then she stepped into the surprisingly cool shadows of the building. Due to the less windy conditions inside and her slightly excited mood, it didn't take long until a noticeable trail of smoke marked her path through the small interior. Unlike the reaper, she didn't feel the other presence here, and so she simply moved deeper into the complex until she found an elevator, oddly out of place.

"Here goes nothing.", she muttered to herself when the doors slid open seconds later and she followed the same path the other visitors went. During the trip down the elevator cabin almost entirely filled with her smoke-emission, giving her a momentary advantage over what might welcome her on the other side and most importantly: confidence. Gripping the pistol tighter and with both hands, she waited, waited. A small chime the harbinger of her arrival and the doors opened. During the time it took the wall of smoke to fall out of the elevator, she scanned the room, analysed that there was no immediate threat present, and let the handgun disappear before anyone could lay eyes on it. Misfit in this little cheery get-together, the oppressive figure stepped out of the elevator, her heavy, sand-crusted boots palpably damaging the modern interior of the room. For some reason, the high-tech scenery below that forsaken shed didn't phase her as much, likely because the encounter with Penn set the standard for surprises relatively high. The only sound coming from her was her breath, heavy and audible through the mask as she took details about the people present. Trying to discern who of them was the reaper, too.

[User]
Dite looked at Reaper inquisitively. "The masks that came to be known as the Greek deities had what some might refer to as rules, two in fact. The first was once we bonded we never allowed the mask to be taken off. The second was to never allow the host to have control while the mask was on. I don't know who you are but you are definitely not Charon."

Dite's attitude changed completely. She didn't like being fooled. She lifted Kimiko up off her lap. Dite also grabs the knife that Kimiko had.

[Assistant]
Upon seeing the knife that Dite now held, Penn took a small step back and gripped his mask tightly. He was unaware that Dite would react this way, and had a small thought about other reaper masks for different pantheons. However, a resonating feeling from the mask settled those thoughts. His mask was the Only reaper mask. He was Charon, Death, Grim, all to most of the figures that represented death and taking souls to the other side. He even represented some of the faces of death that people believed to be female, like Śmierć and Hel.

"Dite." Penn told her, his hands slowly moving up to put the mask back on. "I didn't disagree with you earlier when you called both me and the mask Charon because that is a part of who we are. We represent all sorts of visions of death and reapers." He took a glance at the knife and back to the woman. "Please, just put the knife down before things get messy."


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 21

Race: Boring ass human

Gender: Male

Backstory: Arthur has lived in Fireside all his life. Ever since he was young, he's been trying to attract women... and has always fallen short of success. He's tried sports, music, poetry, etc. and has never actually been able to pick up anyone of the opposite gender.

Aspirations or Desires: To score tons of chicks.

Skills prior to adventuring: Mediocre skill at lute, thinks he can write poetry, and somewhat good at dodging and throwing... dodge balls.

Personality: Arthur is an extreme optimist. If he ever gets sad or angry, just wait about ten seconds and he should be back to his usual chipper mood.

[User]
Just Another Day In Fireside...

Ah, Fireside. The little town on the cliff side. This, my friends, is where our story begins. Well, technically, it doesn't, but really, you've all heard the tales of the heroes Vito, Wilhelm, and their successors Ken and Mik. But, the thought of the treasure that the four had sought has been on the minds of everyone, as no one has ever claimed it. Nobody even knows if it exists, save the bold adventurers who claim it to be.

But none of that is important for the moment, as the new day breaks and the marketplace springs to life, the usual hustle and bustle of the town sweeping the dreariness of the shoppers away as they buy their daily necessities. But, today...there is a stranger merchant amongst the crowd. A man shrouded in a cloak that'd probably look better wrapping a bunch of potatoes together. His face was shrouded completely from view under his hood, save for the pale glowing blue eyes that seemed devoid of any pupil or scilera, just one large blue iris. Shouting and holding up a map that seems to be held together only by duct tape, the man waves it about as if he were a preacher.

[b]"YES IT IS INDEED I SWEAR! THE GENUINE TREASURE OF HEROES, THE HORDE OF CHAMPIONS, THE...THE THING OF THINGS! THE MAP OF THE GREAT HEROES KEN AND MIK! ONE OF A KIND AND KIND OF A ONE FOLKS! FOR TODAY ONLY AND FOREVER, I'LL PART WITH THE MAP TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER! WILDEST RICHES, GLORIOUS TREASURE! COME, COME, THERE'S MORE TO THIS MAP THAN MEETS THE EYE!" he projects, loud enough to be heard all throughout the marketplace.

Rook the Farmer

Struggling to carry the heavy load of his meager crop in the wheelbarrel behind him, Rook walked with his trusty farming plow in his hands, eager to sell his goods and get back to plowing for the next harvest. By hand. Not the richest little guy in the village by a long shot, he sweated and groaned as he pulled his cart to his ring-ding stall and simply watched the strange man from afar, daydreaming of what glory the map could lead to. If only he wasn't so poor...and spineless...and afraid of spiders. He was pretty sure a passing adventurer mentioned spiders as big as an anvil to him. The thought of that sent a shiver up his spine, and drove him to fearfully remove his hat, patting it down and looking inside it.

"Safe." he said to himself contently, donning his cap again and threading his fingers together, waiting for anybody to buy his local produce.

[Assistant] Arthur leaned against one of the buildings near the marketplace, messing with the strings of his lute. Just then, a group of three women around his age walked by him. He looked up at them and smiled, before strumming the instrument in his hands. The thing was completely out of tune though and made a horrible noise, driving a few passersby, including the three women, to quickly run away from the horrible noise. Arthur looked down at his lute in irritation, before hooking it onto the outside of his bag, and then leaving his spot to look at the different items for sale. Out of all the noise, a single voice stood out, the voice of a merchant selling a map. Adventure, hmm? Well, women do love adventurers. "Excuse me, good sir. For how much are you selling that map?" Arthur asked the merchant politely.

[User] Hargh waddled his way through the crowds of people with his stick and pot in tow. He was looking for a good spot to set up 'shop' so that he could earn enough money to buy some more grub. He walked over to male farmer who had set up shop and of whom which didn't look especially wealthy and sat next to his stall. For a moment he sat there perfectly positioning the pot until he began to bang the stick against the pot as hard as he could and yell out "AGGGHHH-AGGGH-ARGGGHH-ARRRGGHH" yelled the small creature as he hoped to soon attract some customers.

[Assistant]
Sketchy Merchant

The man turned to Arthur, his eyes turned a soft green as he gleefully exclaimed: "YES! A STRAPPING MAN TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE! FOR SUCH A HANDSOME MAP, I WOULD HAVE YOU PAY...hhnghnnhhnnnn" the merchant muttered the last bit, actually writing on his own cloak a hefty number of zeros. As in...a googlplex. "HIGHEST BIDDER TAKES IT, UNLESS YOU WISH TO PAY THIS MUCH!" he exclaims once more, proudly showing the HEAPING number of zeroes...and like, one three near the middle, then a one at the end. Needless to say, the merchant was a bit off his rocker in terms of pricing.

Rook

Rook yeeped as he heard the loud banging and yelling, nearly falling over on his back as he turned to his side. Oh, it was just Hargh. Just before Rook was thinking of a way to ask him to stop...he had a customer! Seemed like someone had seen the two charity cases at the stand and couldn't help but buy a cabbage from Rook, and drop a few coins for Hargh. Turning to the little guy, Rook grinned and said: "Good job! Keep doing that, and I'll let you have some of these!" he said, holding up a large sack of potatoes. Hey, charity business was better than no business.

[User]
Amon let out a sigh of relief as he escaped the smothering affections of his mother, just having narrowly avoided her attempts to set him up with some new doctor spouting the latest "Marvels of medicine." Despite knowing that she did it all with love in mind, Amon was glad to feel his scales beating a quick retreat across the streets towards his home away from home, soaking in the rays of the sun beating off his back waking him from his lethargy. He breathed deeply as he entered the marketplace, listening to the music of buisness, the sales men seeming to have already started the daily play, ever changing yet always constant.

 One new merchant seemed to be gathering quite the crowd, though wether that was because of his item or his...sales pitch was to be determined, although the man certainly had theatrics down, the man's antics drawing a chuckle from Amon as he watched the show, still unsure just what was being sold.

 As he tried to determine what was being sold, only being able to figure out it was a map to something, and an unholy price that made him cringe at the sloppy salesmanship, a new ruckus grabbed his attention, turning his head to see the strange creature banging away on on what looked like a pot next to Rook, a merchant he recognized from a few of the guild meetings, though he had barely made guild fees this year, but his stall seemed to be doing a bit buisness so maybe his luck had turned. He made his way over to the stall, tossing the strange hand creature a few coppers as he came by in the hopes that, if not stopping, he may yet beat the pot less enthusiastically.

Looking the selection over before grabbing one of the better looking veggies, tossing the short fellow a large gold coin for the item and coiling up beside him, gesturing towards the map merchant, " seems an awful lot of fuss for a piece of paper, what's got the pliable masses in a frenzy this time," he asked with a grin, hanging his hat off the corner of the stall as he absentmindedly bit into his recently purchased potato, grimacing at the taste of raw potato and discretely putting potato away.

[Assistant] Hargh smiled widely as the one customer gave him coin and as he was promised the sack of potatoes by the stall owner he did a fist pump with his head hand and began to yell and bang at the pot more vigorously than before. He was playing so loud he only just noticed the snake man come by and begin talking to the stall owner. Hargh stopped his pot banging and stood up. He walked over to the stall and stood beside the snake man while looking up at him with a face that could only be described as a face of either determination or constipation, Regardless of which it meant it would have still been unsettling to most people to see the little hand man starting at you.

[User]
"Ok, just take it easy now and it should heal in a couple days," Vella said after finishing treating and bandaging a person's wound.

"Thank you for doing this," the patient said, holding out a pouch of coins. "Here is the payment."

Taking the purse and placing it into her bag, she left the small house, turning back only once to say, "Take care now." She smiled. Another life treated with kindness and respect. If only everyone could be treated like that. Alas, the world is not that kind. Oh well. Placing her hood over her head, she walked along the path to wherever it would go.

As she walked, she came across a bit of a commotion. She turned to look, and found that it involved a map of some kind. Grand adventures and riches were promised, but Vella learned long ago not to trust such foolish children's tales. Still, she wondered who would be dumb enough to go for such a thing. Plus, that ridiculously outrageous price...

Only a fool would consider it. Now that she thought about it, though, perhaps that fool might need help. She had sworn to help those who are deserving of need, and perhaps this might be one of those occasions.

[Assistant]
Rook

Shuddering as Amon came by his stand, Rook thought immediately about whether or not he'd payed the fees for setting up shop. He was positive he had. Sure he had. But just the sight of Amon and his family sent shivers up his spine; probably because he was scared of...well...most things in general, but snakes were up there. His fears were struck clean though once the man gave his little Advertiser some coins and payed in gold for a potato. With shaky hands, Rook picked up the gold coin and put it in his safety box, giving Amon a respectful bow of his head. Looking up, he was surprised the naga stuck around. Nobody really ever stayed for idle talk with Rook, most were probably afraid he'd ruin their day with his Tuljin-y ways. So, naturally, he was delighted that one of the most influential townspeople was asking him a question.

Adjusting his hat, Rook explained: "Well, Mr. Shukal, he's saying the map leads to treasure and shiny things, lots of other nice things too...said that it was Ken and Mik's map. Do you think its real?" Looking to his side, he saw that Hargh had moved and was now over by Amon. Lifting his head up, he asked: "Something troubling you?

[User]
Amon nodded as he listened to the fidgety Tuljin, eyes widening slightly as he heard the names of legends dropped in relation to the map. He'd grown up listening to tales of Vito and Wilhelm when he had been bedstricken, and those tales had evolved to include those of their successors, the rogue and bard duo Ken and Mik. Yet even greater than their tales where those that came with the map they carried, the destination always said to be the same yet each time the brave seemed to come back champions. Why with such a find he could secure the family title with ease, never again having his siblings looking down on him, his father forced to acknowledge his prowess. His pulse quickened at the images flashing through his head. Hell, if such riches and bounties as the tales said were true, he wouldn't even need the families estates, he make a name of his own merits. "Even if it's not the real thing, what a shame to pass a chance to grab the thing of legends no," he finally responded, dreams and long buried hopes resurfacing at the chance to grab them himself.

 Turning with excitement to try and get a closer look at the map, he flinched back as he came face to...hand...face of the little performer from earlier staring at him with a focus unnerved him, uncoiling a bit to give him a bit of distance from that stare, "I uh...I don't suppose I can help you little...fellow," he said, anxiety showing in his voice as he tried to discretely look around him to the map, his merchant's instincts urging him to try and get over there before he missed a chance to get a bargain, yet years of indoctrinated manners making it impossible to simply dismiss this creature.

[Assistant] Hargh diverted his stare to the shop owner for a moment or two when asked wether he wanted somthing but faced the snake man once more without a word. He stared at the snake man for a minute or two as he made his face become more and more ridged, then with out turning his head he went back over to his pot and stick and sat down, still staring at the Naga. Hargh began to slowly and loudly bang at the pot while keeping his gaze on half snake half man creature.

[User] Arthur looked at the outrageously high price that the merchant gave him for the map. "I, uh, think I'll try my luck at bidding. One coin, please." Arthur quickly turned around, looking at the people around him. He hoped to whatever cosmic being of fate that existed, that no one would be interested in the map. His eyes were practically begging for no one to step forward. Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please. Don't let anyone bid against me. I need this. His expression quickly changed to that of fury as a few nearby shoppers came closer. I swear on all the gorgeous women of the world if you even think of it, I'll pull your own arm off and shove it down your throat. His new expression actually got a few would-have-been customers to back down, while the rest gave the idea of purchasing the, possibly fake, map a few moments of consideration.


[System]
Age:
19

Height:
7'0

Personality:
Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. Often rebutting with 'Right, at least you can probably find someone who's like you. They even made groups for people like you. How many groups of albino do you see?' Since it's sometimes a lonely thought being the only one. He's never seen another person like him, can't even see if one is on the internet somewhere. Utter seclusion. It felt like he was part of a extinct species. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors.

Appearance:

Hobbies:
Piano, Violin, Singing, Dancing, Judo, Reading, Painting, Walking, Cooking.

Likes:
Doing his Hobbies, swimming, stars, moon, night time, strawberries, cherries, rain, animals

Dislikes:
Bullies, sunlight, indoors, heavy clothing, judgmental or overly religious people, broccoli, vehicles

Sexual Preference: He can go either, but he prefers guys.

History:
On the day of Halloween, October 31st 1995, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino.

So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Starlis meaning Star.

His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes, as well as feared of rumors that the internet spread. Many saying that quite of bit of people sell albino's over to Africa because those people believe the organs of albinos are some sort of sacred healing items.

Due to this, his family moved out of the city to a small town in a more secluded house near a meadow. Both to be away from many people, and so he could grow in a healthier environment. As he grew up, Alver's parents rarely actually let him out of the house, especially during the day. He was home schooled in order to avoid other people as much as possible, knowing full and well that he would only be treated poorly over being a albino. Often leaving him home alone when they had to work.

He was first allowed outside at the age of eight years old, when he begged his mother to take him shopping with her. However, she bundled him up in clothing. A coat, long pants, gloves, a scarf, sunglasses and a hat. At least it was during a chillier time of the season, but Alver detested it because he could hardly see anything or really move around with ease. Still, despite the downsides, he enjoyed being outside finally and helping his mother with shopping.

At one point, Alver saw a playground on the way home, asking his mother eagerly if he could go and play with the other children. She forbid it however, saying that it wasn't safe. When asked why, she answered 'Because you are different. They will hurt you.' Seeming to be absolutely sure he would just get bullied over his looks.

At the age of twelve, Alver grew a bit more adventurous. So when his parents went to work, he snuck out of the house during a cloudy day. He still wore long clothing, gloves, and brought a umbrella just in case. But felt more confident that he'd be fine during cloudy weather. The townsfolk had never seen Alver without heavy clothing covering his head and were shocked at what they saw. A child, pale as a ghost with such odd colored eyes and striking white hair had come of that house near the meadow.

Rumors speed through town like a fire, some saying he was really a ghost, others claiming he must be a vampire for no one saw him in the sunlight without excessive clothing covering his white skin.

When Alver attempted to play with other children, they were actually scared of him. Some were brave enough to call him hurtful names, but they retreated and ran home whenever he drew closer. When his parents got home and heard of the rumors, they scolded Alver for leaving home. It was too late though as now the whole town had heard of the 'ghost' boy.

His father at that point, tried to teach him self defense moves he learned in the police force. Alver was a fairly a frail person, but he learned to be quick on his feet and how to at least avoid being pummeled. It was just another hobby to avoid boredom since he wasn't allow to do much like watch tv. His parents feared his eyes would get bad if he watched tv or play on a computer.

Despite many believing he was some sort of spawn of satin or some undead creature, Alver continued to grow like any normal boy, only really coming out during the night when he was old enough to feel to wander around. During his teens, he often wandered around night, enjoying being outdoors as well as get inspired for his regular hobby of painting. During his lonely years, he learned quite a few things. Painting, dancing, singing, and even how to play the piano and violin.

Often, he can be found during the night in the meadow. Either stargazing, singing or playing the violin. His father sadly passed away when he was fifteen, leaving his mother almost broken. Now, she spends most of her time away from home, hardly ever being around. Always working or something. Alver at first detested being further secluded, but soon enjoyed being able to be outside more. Though he does still mostly avoid other people, tired of their murmurs and odd looks. Most of the townsfolk a bit intimidated by him since he grew tall as a teen as well as being the son of two police officers. That and the 'demonic' rumors of him. As he matured, he found himself being mildly attracted to either gender, though seemed to find amusement to being with another male. Though he keeps his gender preferences a secret and hardly ever gets romantically involved with anyone.

[User]
"Riiiiight. Though I don't many people with business stands that are fairly unpopular to give away food just to be nice. It's fine though, just means your naturally charming." the pale man said in a nonchalant manner as he took another bite of his Cheesedog, his lavender eyes watching Aaron before glancing around to examine people and the group members.

As the others soon joined them, the girls of the group sitting across from the boys, minus Galahand and Jackson, Alver listened as the mother asked Aaron about the gator. Whom prompty explained what it tasted like. By description, it actually made the pale man curious as he absently bit into a piece of cotton candy as he listened to Aaron talk. It was actually nice being with people. A odd thought the ghostly man believed would never cross his mind. Yet, these people seemed nice enough, it was too bad there wasn't more people like them.

It was then, Aaron asked Alver about more occurrences like the one earlier. The lavender eyes flicked to the blonde boy then to his stained shoulder.

"Yeah pretty much. If they aren't avoiding me in fear that I'll suck their blood or something, they usually do something like that. When I was little, it was mostly paint buckets, now it's paint guns, church crosses, garlic or food." he answered before taking another bite of his food. Chewing slowly, he swallowed and sighed a little before looking to the rest of them.

"What about you three? People always teasing you like that?" he asked.

[Assistant]
Amy shook her head, unable to believe that anyone could like alligator, whether it tasted like chicken or not. Wasn't the skin rough? Didn't the meat taste more...tecture'ry then anything? She didn't know, and she wasn't about to try it. Jackson listened and watched curiously, but his Corndog took all of his attention at times.

Amy fell silent, for now, happy to just listen, keeping an eye on Jackson as he ate his dog, when the conversation shifted to how they were treated. While she wasn't treated as badly as Alver, it still made her uncomfortable to talk about.

She finished of her Corn dog, and used a Wet Wipe to clean her hands, appearing, for a few moments, to pretend she hadn't heard the question. Then she sighed softly, "I tend to ignore what people say about or do to me. My boss is better then most, and I feel that he just thinks about Jackson, and how I need an income to raise him, but he still thinks that...well, that I am no good. That somehow, being beaten and raped, made me evil. That I somehow asked for it" throttle back, Amy. No need to create a whole scene She sighed again, pressing her fingers to her eyes for a minute.

"I hear the names, the nasty comments, the talk that I'm a demon, come to taint the people of this town, to lure young men to committing the heinous act of intercourse before marriage, or lure husbands into committing adultery, that I'm scum, the lowest of the low. I can put up with that. its the way they treat Jackson. He wouldn't hurt a damn fly, and yet they treat him like he's infected, something to keep at arms length, rather then to treat like a kid. Part of me thinks I should just pack up and leave, but this is my home. And I'll be damned if some head up their butts, stuck up, judgmental douches will drive me out of it"

nice work throttling it back, Amy. She couldn't help it. The topic was a sore spot for her, because it led to the fact that her son would be, and was being, treated like this. And she would do anything to prevent that, to stop it. She just didn't know what. She sighed, and swallowed painfully, looking up, but letting her hair fall over her eyes, as Jackson, a warm, comforting weight in her lap, twisted around and hugged her, as if he understood what she had been saying and the meaning behind the words. Her precious, unassuming, caring son. Hers.

"its never resulted in anything physical. so that is something. I find it...horrid that people can be so ignorant of albinism that they can treat you like they do"  She said to Alver, "And yet, it doesn't surprise me about this town" she sighed softly.

[User]
Aaron listened, wide eyed and horrified at Amy's story. The shock of real life was like a slap to the face, and he could only sit there like a deer in headlights as Amy spoke of what was done to her, and how people treated Jackson because of it. It was sick. Those people were sick, and the very idea of it made him feel sick. Aaron put down his food. He wasn't in the mood for it.

Aaron watched as Jackson, bless his little heart, hugged his mother. He was grateful that at least someone was able to comfort her after she poured her heart out to them, that sort of thing wasn't really his specialty. Still, he wanted to do something, say something, anything that could help. He knew, and he suspected that the rest of the group also knew, that what people really needed in positions like this was a friend.

"Amy..." Aaron said steadily, folding his hands together on the table. "...if you ever need anything, someone to talk to, babysitter, a ride, or just someone to hang out with, give me a call." In one smooth motion, Aaron pulled a pen and paper out of his back pack and wrote down his cell number, giving it to Amy. "Hell, that goes for the rest of you, too." Quickly, he scribbled his number for each member of the group and handed them out, hoping that no one would take it the wrong way.

[Assistant]
Alver listened as Amy explained her side of the problems, frowning a little. He didn't quite get why such assholes would pick on a mother and a child. Wasn't evwn Her bloody fault for getting knocked up. And they would probably bitch if she, thankfully didn't since Jackson was a sweetie, had a abortion. Apparently these townsfolk were just impossible to please. It was irritating as all hell. Especially when it's just a kid being picked on like Jackson.

Glancing his lavender gaze toward the mother at her words of albinism, he snorted. "Kids are either too ignorant or watch too many horror movies. The adults are either dumdums and superstitious, or just don't like how different I look. Too white, too tall, too skinny, too weirdly colored eyes. Vampy." he shrugged a little with a mild grumble.

"It's fine I suppose. I hardly get picked on as much since no one likes staying up after dark." Alver said before looking to Aaron as he made his response to Amy and gave everyone a piece of paper. The pale boy took his piece and examined it for a moment before blankly looking to the other but smaller male.

"I'm flattered, but you're quite the quick one Mr. Charmer." Alver said in a casual non-chalant tone before simply showing a joking grin and looking at the piece of paper before taking a finishing bite of his food and looking at the dark sky.

"Mhm it's getting a little late." he murmured.


[System]
Brute | Level 5

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-------STATISTICS-------

-------MASTERIES-------

| VIT -- 22 | 60% | BLADES -- D
| MGT -- 10 | 60% | POLEARMS -- E
| SKI -- 5 | 40% | AXES/BLUNT -- C
| SPD -- 8 | 60% | BOWS/RANGED -- E
| SRT -- 2 | 20% | THEURGY -- N/A
| MND -- 1 | 20% | MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 5 | 40% |
| DEF -- 4 | 25% |

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Traits:

Weapon Familiarity: Effective weapon weight is reduced by one for each relevant weapon rank above E.
Juggernaut: After defeating an enemy with a melee attack, this unit can choose to move onto the tile the enemy occupied, and then make an additional melee attack against another adjacent foe if possible.
Smite: Command, when used shoves the target 1 tile away plus an additional tile for every two points of MGT above target's.

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* Bronze Hand Axe

	+ MIGHT | 4
	+ ACCURACY | 60
	+ WEIGHT | 4
	+ CONDITION | 11/20
	+ RANGE | 1-2
	+ SPECIAL | Doubles as a ranged attack
	+ COST | 125

* Bronze Battle Axe

	+ MIGHT | 6
	+ ACCURACY | 65
	+ WEIGHT | 5
	+ CONDITION | 30/35
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 240

* Iron Battle Axe

	+ MIGHT | 8
	+ ACCURACY | 60
	+ WEIGHT | 8
	+ CONDITION | 45/45
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | N/A
	+ COST | 550

* Ancient Blade

	+ MIGHT | 7
	+ ACCURACY | 65
	+ WEIGHT | 4
	+ CONDITION | 20/20
	+ RANGE | 1
	+ SPECIAL | +3 SPIRIT while equipped. Attacks have a 15 + a.SRT - d.RES % chance of petrifying for one turn.
	+ SELL VAL. | 375

 Possessions:
* Vulnerary (1/3)
* 0 Aurums

Personality
* A man of few words with even fewer friends. Not in favor of needlessly violent options. First to jump into the fray and risk it all, eager to bring conflicts to a quicker and safer end.

Backstory
* Hailing from a small mountain village, Lyun set off after repeated sightings of bandits and other kinds of troublemakers. His goal is to make a name for himself, a reputation so undeniably menacing no one could ignore it. Such a priceless treasure would allow his village to live in peace, free from thieving cowards.

[User]
More Hellions join the fray, and the tides seem to be turning in favor of the scattered mercenaries, even if just barely. As always, Siris darts in and out with quippy remarks and impatience. The Kassite still hasn't the vaguest idea what goes on inside the kid's mind, so he continues to ignore the callouts.

Etor moves in next, taking Lyun's place in blocking the huntsman inside the tower. He seems rattled, more so than during previous endeavors. Of all the advice Lyun could give in that moment, it's likely that none would make a difference until the boy could ponder in silence. Instead he puts a hand on Etor's shoulder while leaving, just enough to let the boy infer whatever positive message could keep him going.

He moves left, his footfalls heavy as Salador rides along. A simple nod between the three mercenaries is enough, Lyun helps Ashür off without Zarif and his steed needing to stop.

Lyun moves 6 tiles to 17-21. He takes Ashür and drops him on 17-20.

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VIT: 6/22
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[Assistant]
Makeen

Makeen: "Looks like this bastard is hanging in there. Let me help!"

Makeen rushes in between his allies and with a swift slash of his Bronze Long Knife takes down the enemy hunter.

Makeen moves 4 tiles to 19-23. Makeen attacks #5 killing him. Makeen gains 21xp.

[User]
KASSITE PHASECOMMENCE

KURUM attacks RAVINA with his BRONZE CURVED BLADE dealing 10 damage! RAVINA counterattacks with her BRONZE GREAT AXE dealing 23 damage!

DARK SUN CAVALIER #4 attacks SIM-MA-SIHU with their BRONZE SHORT SPEAR dealing 6 damage! SIM-MA-SIHU counterattacks with his IRON SHORT SPEAR, killing them!

 KURUM: "G-GYAAAH!" The leader of the Dark Suns lets out an awful sound, striking at the mounted Axewoman only for her to take it and return with all the more force, her heavy greataxe digging deep into the cavalier's shoulder. At once all around him, the sellsword's numbers had been cut in half. "Damn! Form on me!"

 AM-ZIKAR: "Surround 'em, cut 'em to shreds!" Sure enough, the blood-starved Kassite swordsman and his goons quickly began to engulf Ninil and Balathu near on all sides as the rest of the Hellions make their way up the main road.

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HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE

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FOES

KASSITE REBEL x4
KASSITE HUNTER x8
AM-ZIKAR
ANGAL KASHTILASHU

DARK SUN CAVALIER x 3
KURÜM
KASSITE BRIGAND #1
VIT 0/20
KILLED BY ASHUR
KASSITE BRIGAND #2
VIT 0/20
KILLED BY SIRIS
KASSITE BRIGAND #3
VIT 0/20
KILLED BY MAKEEN
KASSITE BRIGAND #4
VIT 0/20
KILLED BY MAKEEN

KASSITE REBEL #1
VIT 0/16
KILLED BY ZARIF
KASSITE REBEL #2
VIT 0/16
KILLED BY ASHÜR
KASSITE REBEL #3
VIT 0/16
KILLED BY MAKEEN
KASSITE REBEL #4
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY ZARIF
KASSITE REBEL #5
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY ASHÜR
KASSITE REBEL #6
VIT 0/16
KILLED BY LYUN
KASSITE REBEL #6 - 2 (???)
VIT 0/16
KILLED BY SIRIS
KASSITE REBEL #7
VIT 0/16
KILLED BY LYUN
KASSITE REBEL #8
VIT 16/16
KASSITE REBEL #9
VIT 16/16
KASSITE REBEL #10
VIT 16/16
KASSITE REBEL #11
VIT 16/16

KASSITE HUNTER #1
VIT 0/14
KILLED BY ZARIF
KASSITE HUNTER #2
VIT 14/14
KASSITE HUNTER #3
VIT 14/14
KASSITE HUNTER #4
VIT 0/0
KILLED BY LYUN
KASSITE HUNTER #5
VIT 0/14
KASSITE HUNTER #6
VIT 14/14
KASSITE HUNTER #7
VIT 14/14
KASSITE HUNTER #8
VIT 14/14
KASSITE HUNTER #9
VIT 14/14
KASSITE HUNTER #10
VIT 14/14
KASSITE HUNTER #11
VIT 14/14

DARK SUN CAVALIER #1
VIT 19/19
DARK SUN CAVALIER #2
VIT 0/19
KILLED BY DOAN-NASIR
DARK SUN CAVALIER #3
VIT 19/19
DARK SUN CAVALIER #4
VIT 0/19
KILLED BY SIM-MA-SIHU
DARK SUN CAVALIER #5
VIT 0/19
KILLED BY RAVINA
DARK SUN CAVALIER #6
VIT 19/19

KURUM
VIT 1/24

AM-ZIKAR
VIT 18/18

TRAIT: ALTITUDE CONDITIONING -- Reduced movement penalty to 2 on mountain tiles. +3 Defense when defending from mountain tiles.

TRAIT: ALTITUDE CONDITIONING -- Reduced movement penalty to 2 on mountain tiles. +3 Defense when defending from mountain tiles.

TRAIT: ALTITUDE CONDITIONING -- Reduced movement penalty to 2 on mountain tiles. +3 Defense when defending from mountain tiles.

TRAIT: INDOMITABLE -- Character permanently gains +7 VIT.

TRAIT: MOUNTED -- This unit rides their favored mount, gaining +2 MVT, while being subject to mounted weapon restrictions as well as being disadvantaged by certain weapons and skills. Similarly, a mounted unit may spend whatever MVT remains to reposition directly after attacking, rescuing, using an item, or stealing. A mounted unit may dismount at anytime. While mounted, a character may use the 'rescue' command to carry another unit to safety.

TRAIT: MOUNTED -- This unit rides their favored mount, gaining +2 MVT, while being subject to mounted weapon restrictions as well as being disadvantaged by certain weapons and skills. Similarly, a mounted unit may spend whatever MVT remains to reposition directly after attacking, rescuing, using an item, or stealing. A mounted unit may dismount at anytime. While mounted, a character may use the 'rescue' command to carry another unit to safety.
TRAIT: DIRE PARRY -- Level/2 + 5% chance to negate all physical damage. 20% maximum

ALLIES

RALLY: SPIRIT+5 To adjacent unit when taking the rally action until end of next turn.

DAUNT: -10 Hit/Critical Rates to enemies within 3 tiles.
PROVOKE: Enemies are more likely to attack this unit.

JUGGERNAUT: After defeating an enemy with a melee attack, this unit can choose to move onto the tile the enemy occupied, and then make an additional melee attack against another adjacent foe if possible.

HURRICANE: If this unit is attacking and preforms a double attack, both attacks will occur before the enemy can counterattack.

PAIRITY: Negates both battle participants' skills, terrain bonuses and supports.

ALACRITY: Level + 1/2 SKI +5% chance of delivering an additional attack.
Forts/Castles
- DEF +2 / AVO +20
- Heal: 20%
- Move cost: 2
- Other details: N/A

Towers
- DEF +1 / AVO +15
- Heal: 0%
- Move cost: 2
- Other details: RANGED class weapons attacks may originate from the top or base of the tower tile, their maximum range is also increased by one when at the top of a tower tile.

Houses / Villages
- DEF +0 / AVO +10
- Heal: 10%
- Move cost: 1
- Other details: N/A

Mountains / Hills
- DEF +2 / AVO +10
- Heal: 0%
- Move cost: 4
- Other details: Mounted units cannot enter this tile type.

Forests/Trees
- DEF +1 / AVO +10
- Heal: 0%
- Move cost: 2
- Other details: Mounted units movement cost is increased to three on forests.

[Assistant]
Iddin smirks a bit as he sees Lyun fighting in the distance. Well, the plan didn't exactly go as intended... but it didn't exactly not go as intended. The priest manages to neutralize his expression by the time he finishes reaching the middle of the band. His glass whistles, screaming with the priests' dash, announce his presence next to Lyun. Iddin gets to work immediately, guiding his staff over Lyun's wounds as dust fills in to the cacophony of wind. He is cautious during the procedure, making it less painful than usual.

Well, the burning glass turned to flesh is still painful. Just less.

Iddin: Zuzu grants his blessing to the righteous who ask! Let his power be seen, for no living man is too damaged to be made whole by grace. The dust will be taken in by wounds and not mouths. In the glass god's presence, death is but whispers on the wind! Blood, bend to his vision!

The priest finishes his ritual and makes one comment before catching his breath.

Iddin: I am glad to see you alongside and not against.

Iddin moves 6 tiles to 18-21 and casts Heal on Lyun.
Lyun gains 16 VIT (22/22).
Iddin gains 29 EXP and 1 Theurgy, losing 1 Heal durability.

[User]
The surprise soon led to a sigh of relief as makeen made quick work of the barely living archer. He couldn't be upset because things like this happen. No one owns a kill if anything he felt Makeen was looking after him. He lets up a small wave towards makeen from the tower. Whether or not Makeen was not determined.

Etor: "Thanks! "

Now that the the squad was back together Etor pushed forward into the city. He was eager to get whatever mysticism budding within cultivated for the sake of the hellions.

Etor moves 6 tiles to 18-20

[Assistant]
The priest catches up and Lyun is healed once more. Vulneraries might taste weird to some, but the brute could never prefer the burning of glass and scraping of sand. Nevertheless, Iddin is giving him renewed vigor to aid their fellow Hellions, prompting Lyun to bow his head before resuming his advance.

Lyun moves 6 tiles to 15-17, just north of the thicket.

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VIT: 22/22
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[System]
Appearance:
Age: 20
Allegiance: Imperium: Intelligence Division

History: Tori was a poor student. She was lazy, lacked respect and didn't care what anyone had to say about it. Unless the topic was Arcadia. Can you imagine it? A floating landmass! And no one was investigating it! Well, not really investigating it, not in the way Tori wanted to. This became hew goal, to uncover all the secrets this flying land had to offer. This dedication is what saw her find her way into the Intelligence Division after graduation and fuelled her decision to stay at the Academy and use its resources as a librarian. Occasionally taking leave to truly explore Arcadia, Tori always finds her way back to the library she calls home.

Personality: Tries to maintain an air of cold aloofness, however this is easily lost when she makes a discovery or is with a person she is on familiar terms with. Then she becomes rather friendly with them. Still attempts to keep up the façade with students.

When not working in relation to her research regarding the history of Arcadia for the Intelligence Division or working in the library, Tori will become rather lazy, lounging about and being irreverent of all others. Interest is the one defining factor in her mood

Tome (Color and Abilities): Tori's Tome takes the from of a bone white travelling cloak, durable and suitable for long distance travel and has the additional function of parting to become a pair of wings that she uses most often when traversing Arcadia.

As for abilities, Tori's Tome has the ability to allow her to see and commune with ghosts and allows her to turn both intangible and invisible as she chooses. Making it perfect for safely travelling to ruins, or avoiding responsibilities.

All functions of Tori's Tome facilitate safe travel

Other: Tori has a sweet tooth, but denies it when asked.

[User]
Měihóu Niángniang

"Heh, I got a thing for people in general." Měihóu smirks in response. Her stride becomes somehow theatrical in style, exaggerated in purpose, as she launches herself into the tunnel past the twins. Her form shifts in front of her eyes, back to her "standard" appearance.

With the pacing of a well rehearsed speech, "I'm Měihóu Niángniang, the loving fighter!" Měihóu proclaimed to her "audience" of three with an upraised staff, now walking backwards into the unknown... though a keen eye not distracted by her antics would note her tail sweeping for obstacles like a blind man's cane. Měihóu began twirling her staff around arms and neck, the great unwieldy object somehow moving with grace. "The great sage of love and warrior-god of freedom. I see beauty in every heart and permit no body to be shackled!" She stopped for a stage whisper, the staff somehow continuously looping around one wrist held away despite Měihóu barely moving her hand, "Except the fun kind." She continued back into her "routine", "When I say I can be anything you want, I actually mean it! When my staff adjudicates conflicts, it inflicts no true damage!" She winked at the "actually mean it". At "no true damage", she brought the staff down hard, on a single raised pinky. A crack could be heard, yet the pinky did not bend. In another stage whisper aside, she informed them, "Even though that should have broken it, my pinky'll be fine in like, ten minutes. It's only stunned."

Then, rejoining formation as though nothing had happened, "So, that clear up all your questions about me?"

@Vocab

[Assistant]
Infinitum

Cyrin pushed and shoved his way through the press of people, leaving a trail of truncated curses in his wake. Now that the Imperator had spoken, he had no time to wait for a path to open up for him. The prisoner's would be led out soon, and the Crimson Knight would be expecting him to perform his duty promptly and without reservation. He reached the scaffolding and took his position hurriedly, scarcely a minute ahead of Asgard, the prisoner's already lined up beside him, in chains. All at once memory of the duty he was to carry out tonight caught up with him, and he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

He snapped to attention as she addressed him, nodding at her reassuring words since he didn't trust himself to speak after the debacle with that… girl. He remained at attention as she read the list of charges against the prisoners, wisely using those moments to compose himself. His hand went to the hilt of his blade at the mention of his name, clenching in readiness.

The explosions that shook the city startled Cyrin, nearly sending him off the platform and into the crowd. He drew his blade fully, seeing no enemy before him until Asgard fell to her knees. Following her gaze across the courtyard, he spotted the girl from before, and with his other hand he drew out his tome once again. The dark aura still surrounded her, hanging above the clouds of panic rising from the crowd. Was this an attempt to free the prisoners? Or, perhaps, something more sinister?

From this distance, he could tell nothing of the veracity of her words, besides the fact that they were phrased so as to be useless to his vision. Fortunately for his nerve, he also couldn't take note of her foul regard. However, as the situation developed it became increasingly clear that something needed to be done, and that he lacked the skill or power to do it.

"Asgard?!" He called, as the girl stepped out of sight and her puppet began its assault. "Come to your senses! We need you!" Seeing his words weren't breaking through, and having no recourse against the assault, he looked back and forth in a panic. The prisoners, eager to be freed, were testing the strength of their chains. This was the Librarian's work, come to free their comrades.

His visage hardened, a tremble taking his sword arm. If he could do nothing else, it occurred to him that he could still carry out his duty. A swing took the head of the first prisoner, their blood cascading across the scaffolding to drip to the ground below as he moved to the second. He also knew something of Asgard's powers, hopefully the blood on his hands would be enough for her to stop that abomination. He proceeded to the third.

[User]
Legion

The Legion at the tower had their hands occupied trying to evacuate the civilians and tend to the wounded. When Jessi and his men arrived, the one of the Legion gave them their orders. "Head to the other towers and secure them! Clear this area of civilians, arrest anyone who resist." Then the Legion began to create more of themselves in order to have more hands to heal and evacuate the civilians.

Meanwhile on the rooftops the Legion had surrounded Alexandria, though only one who was speaking had actually drawn his sword. He was making it clear to her that he was not going to hesitate to run her through if she showed even an ounce of resistance. "In the name of Imperium Law, you are under arrest for suspicion of heresy. Come with us peacefully and you shall receive a fair trial to prove your innocence. Resist, and justice will be swift." This promoted two other Legions to fly down to Alexandria's level, one of them taking out a pair of manacles and the other just to stay close in case she tried anything.

Of course considering the chaos going on, Alexandria would should hope that she isn't simply executed with the other prisoners on today's list. Chaos quickly began to spread in the city, forcing other members of the Legion to go off and maintain order. Only the two near Alexandria and the one who was speaking to her stayed, while the other three left to do peace keeping.

At the Execution Grounds a group of soldiers arrived, and the Legion themselves would show up as soon as possible. But they must first deal with the Tower. Being normal humans, regardless they went to fight the monstrous entity. They charged at her with their long spears, hoping that they could collectively stab her to death, or at least hold her in place for a finishing blow by the Crimson Knight.

Elsewhere, a soldier looked at Cecilia. "They must be! We've just gotten reports of an attack at one of the towers housing fireworks and the execution grounds! We're trying to evacuate civilians away from there, go seek safety!" The soldier commanded Cecilia, unaware of her status os an officer of the Observer District. He didn't stay to contest anyways, as a Ragnar ordered him to rejoin ranks and set off towards the Execution Grounds.

@Aristo@Savo@KoL

Rainer

When Alex tried to move forward, he would ran into a wall. An invisible wall. "Not the sort of greeting one of my station would be receiving. You need more training." Rainer turned to face Alex, his feet back on the ground. Despite what he said, he seemed rather calm and collected. Who knows how like this may last. "Out of uniform, with no documents, nor an escort. Are you lost, boy?" Of course Rainer knew he wasn't. He wasn't even suppose to be here. A quick dive into Alex's mind and he was able to pick up most of his thoughts in the last ten minutes. Rainer knew the boy was here to steal treasure, that he had sneaked in through the gardens, and that his Tome allowed him to create solid platforms of condensed air. Thought Rainer did take the boy's advise to tighten security: stunts like this was a learning experience, but if it happens again it becomes a weakness.

"Or perhaps... You'd hope to get a tour of the Citadel?"

Syn Kor

Before Cyrin could execute the third prisoner, who begged for his life, a lance intercepted his blade. "The blood of the innocent shall not fall today!" It was the demon knight Eligos, who smashed his lance into the execution platform itself, causing it to collapse. Those who weren't dead were still alive, albeit a bit bruised. But more importantly, the chains around their feet were broken, allowing them to make a run for it. Syn, in her glamoured disguise, met with the Prisoners half way and threw cloaks over them bodies and fake hair on their head, to help disguise them as they made a break for the alley ways. Eligos made sure to distract Cyrin the best he can, attacking him relentlessly with swift thrusts and wide sweeps.

Meanwhile at the towers Syn's imps did their job of lighting up the first one, and now they needed to take out the other four. That's when Jessi spotted one of the Imps, prompting them to make a run for it. Their small size helped them maneuver through the tight alleys of the city, even squeeze through cracks in the walls too large for a normal human, but their destination was obvious if Jessi could keep up. They were heading towards the second tower, and at the speed the imps were going they would arrive before the city guards could reach them. But Jessi could make it to the second tower himself, if he goes alone and quickly.

Spark@Awesomoman64

[Assistant]
Alex had just thought he had gotten clear, only to slam face first into....nothing. He couldn't see anything, but it was definitely nothing. Almost like his Tome, except he would have known if he was using it. And that could only mean one thing, given the situation that he was in.

'Really, he grumbled to himself. 'How the hell did he figure it out so easily? Well, there was what he said, but that could have been explained away. And with the stupid invisible wall that was apparently the guys tome, he couldn't exactly make a break for it. He'd just have to hope that he could bluff his way out of this, before he ended up like those people who were scheduled to be executed outside. He did not want to share that fate.

"Heh, yeah, you got me," he ceded with a chagrined look, rubbing the back of his head as he fell back on his usual efforts to slip out of situations like this. He would just have to bluff for his life and then look for an opportunity to make a break for it. He was sure that one would appear sooner or later. After all, everyone slipped up eventually, no matter how good they were.

He glanced around then, indicating the impression that he wanted to get across while unaware of how useless it would actually be. "This place is pretty big, How do you find your way around in here without a map?"

[User]
Alexandria

Alexandria nodded as she tapped her staff onto the roof, de-activating the tome back to its rather mundane scroll form. Once she buckled the tome to her person, she lifted her hands above her head and waited.

Still, she could not help but look at the burning tower. Just who in their right mind would ever want to challenge the strongest power in the world? If anything, they were bold enough to attack the confines of the capital itself.

And yet, another question lingered in her head : why wasn't this hunt for the relics announced sooner? Oh, such imperfect timing; she might've gotten off with a word or two, but...

Well, suppose something came around. Silently, she attempted to activate her tome again. If she ever got out of this, perhaps she wouldn't be too far behind.

After all, there were treasures waiting for her, especially back home in Rexicorg.

[Assistant]
Listening to Cecilia, Tori smiled condescendingly at her. Before ignoring her orders and returning to the map. "I'm from the Intelligence Division, not the Observer's. I have no obligation to follow any of your orders. The only reason I came is because it stupidity itself to disobey Yggdrasil or any of the guardians. If, however, Lord Nifilhiem had given me an order, his would take priority. I hope that I have made my standing with you clear"

Then an explosion rang out and Cecilia ran off to check on the situation What an awful guard committing the holographic map of Arcadia to memory, Tori walked after the rushing girl seeing her get told the situation by a guardsman. Silently standing behind her Tori added intangibility to her invisibility and spoke

"It is now obvious that the reason you joined the Observer Division was because you are far too stupid to ever make it in the Intelligence Division." walking past Cecilia, Tori turned and looked the Observer in the eye "What kind of guard are you? Rushing off towards an explosion, disregarding the important package you are carrying? Imbecile." walking back around Cecilia the scholar whispered in her ear "I would be more subtle in my insults, but I'm afraid with your limited mental capabilities that they would simply go over your head."

Standing straight Tori, unseen and untouched, had her travelling cloak spread out behind her like wings and began to over above the Observer to look down on her "So tell me you mentally impaired Observer, what great new action will you take? Will you throw your charge down a well? Will you parade it about for all to see? I wait with bated breath to see what amazingly stupid action you will perform next!"


[System]
Alias:  Bomberman

Appearance:

Age:  17

Position on the Ship:  Sniper

Personality:
Aka is a confident girl who values her honor & pride. She is often blunt & honest, often saying things in a straightforward or even vulgar manner. As a gang member, Aka is pretty focused on her line of work, having a tight but benevolent grasp on her turfs, ensuring that her clients respect her authority. She's open-minded, and generally a nice girl to talk with. She's a bad smoker due to her cigarettes exploding uncontrollably from her abilities. Also, she's a horrible cook, but she is kindof a food critic and a picky eater. Just like a typical person in East Blue, she was still unaware of devil fruits, the only thing she knows about her abilities is that she can explode instinctively.

Background:  Aka was born from a wealthy family of Shell Town, living without worry until she was about 6 years old, but at that point things took a turn to the worse. She was fed a devil fruit by her parents (which they obtained through connections) and had accidentally killed them at the moment her explosive abilities activated. Left alone and abandoned, Aka lived the rest of her life in the back alley, rising up as a leader of a street gang due to her abiltiies & power. Not many dares to approach her turf without caution due to her "unexplained" exploding spears.

Weapons/ Items:
Javelins - Aka have bundles of Javelin, often with a few strands of her hair strung along it for use in conjunction with her Devil Fruit Ability.

Abilities:
Javelin - Aka is good in throwing javelins with dead accuracy from a far range, she could also use it as a melee weapon to hold her own at short-range combat.

Bomu Bomu no mi (Bomb Bomb Fruit) - A Paramecia Devil Fruit that gives explosive properties to any part of her body, whether it be hair, mucus, or breath. Aka is still rather imprecise on controlling the size of her explosions.

Techniques:
Exploding Javelin - Aka's Javelins which are strung with her hair can explode upon impact

Cannons - Aka can fire ship cannons at longer range and firepower due to her abilities, but, the cannon that she is using will be destroyed mostly due to too much firepower.

Other: PS: Yes, her sworn brothers will die shortly after the start ~~

[User]
The sky above Shells town was clear and blue. There wasn't a cloud visible in any border of the horizon, because everyone of them was evaporated by the harsh sun beating down on the on the world below. The day was so bright even looking at the calm waters causes eyes to water and sun spots to coat a man's vision.

One such man, a tall old marine with a barrel chest, chestnut hair, and eyes like the grey scales of a dead fish winced after making the mistake, again of looking down at the ocean. "This blasted sea." He muttered. His face was gray, and his stomach was empty. Its contents were a few meters back, being fought over by a school of fish. "This blasted sea." He shook his head, trying to reign in what was coming, but failed. He dry heaved and kept on at it until he managed to dehydrate himself further. "How much longer?" The marine moaned, burying his face into his massive hands, hands that were too big for his form.

"A few more minutes sir." A tiny lieutenant standing by his side said. "You could see the island getting quiet large on the other side of the boat."

At that the marine's face went paler, but it couldn't be seen because of the hands in the way. He frantically shook his head. "Oh!" He moaned. "No. No. No. No. At the front its even worst." He shuddered. "Don't even remind me we've got a front to this thing."

"Yes sir." The tiny man sighed. His dark curly hair bobbed whenever he was annoyed.

"And what about our prisoner?" The man asked. He put a hand to his stomach, hoping the action would do something to relieve the storm but it didn't work and the motion just brought more bile to the back of his throat.

"Lillian!" The short man said, spitting the word out as if he bit something bitter with thorns he'd somehow managed to miss. "She's fine. Great spirits that one. You can't step inside her cell without getting a barrage of insults. It's like a firing squad that's only going to cause you pain but nothing else."

At that the ship's captain smiled. "Good. Let's see if that spirit stays with her at the gallows." The smile quickly disappeared as the man put his head over the ship's railing and heaved again.

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Deep in the ship's bowels a woman stood, her long red hair shook from the soft, but steady breeze that poured in through the a tiny hole in the wood. It was refreshing enough to help ease the tension that had built within her shoulders for the last couple of days. Getting caught had been a terrible turn of events, but at least she didn't have to run at the moment. Her legs could rest. Once lady luck showed her the cards she'd take it and be fresh for a sprint.

There was a knock at the door. "WE're coming in. Make a move and we'll get you down." Then the doorknob turned and pushed inward.
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The docks were welcoming. That wasn't a surprise. The island was controlled by the old marines after all. Three men were waiting when the ship's captain and first mate stepped off, followed closely by a couple marines, the ones that never stood out wherever they were, dragging the prisoner along.

"Captain Ruckus?" A tall dark skinned man with a belly like a bath tub raised his hand to the captain. "I'm Effen, Motha Effen. I'm in command here." Ruckus took his hand and gave it a quick shake. "And these are my personal guards Cross Alex" he pointed to the paler of the two who had what looked like a large boomerang taped to his back. "And Miss Lisa Star" he said pointing to a woman with a jaw that could crack stone and arms like pythons after eating a deer.

Ruckus nodded at the two without a word before turning his attention Motha. "Are you marines ready?"

"Sir?" Effen said, suddenly full of panic.

The captain gave a short sigh. "For the execution display! Do you have guards set up? Is the executioner and his block ready? What about the word? Did you put out the word that everyone in the town is to be there?"

At that Motha nodded most vigorously. "Yes sir! Of course. And is this here the prisoner?"

"That's me!" Abbigaill raised her head to look at the man. Her smiled reached from ear to ear. "I'll be the entertainer and decorator for this evening. I'll leave them all gasping and paint the place red." She faked a frown. "And I'm not even getting paid. How is that for a better world."

"Shut up!" ONe of the marines shouted as he slammed the butt of his gun against the back of the woman's head. The impact was enough to bring the redhead to her knees.

Ruckus turned at the woman with the red hair. She was smiling again, despite the blood that was running down the side of her face. "Yeah, that's her." Without a word he turned and started walking towards the center of town. "This is a small island and I need to get my land legs back. That should give you enough time to get everything in order."

"Sir" Effen snapped a salute and turned to Star. "You heard the man, see to it the word goes out. Shout in the streets!" He turned to the other man. "And you! Go find out whose job it is to put the show in order and get it done!" Both guards gave a figorous nod before turning and rushing into the city proper.

"Stress. Stress. Stress." Effen moaned. "I can already feel a headache coming on!"
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In the streets marines ran left and right, shouting about the mandatory public display the marines were hosting at the center of town. Failure to attend would be seen as an act of treason.

[Assistant]
Mission One: Operation Rainbow Retrieval
Interacting with...Whoever is near him.

Marines were moving across the street, hooting and hollering about the upcoming execution and in the shadows of the treeline, the faintest glint of lazy eyes lurked, watching over the soldiers as they walked out of his line of sight.

Puh puh Shot from their resting position, the anchors were shot to the building across from him.
Thunk thunk They planted themselves within the wall.
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr In a moments flash, he zipped through the air, landing on the side of the building, looking down at the street where the Marines had turned off. He looked up, scanning the area for where the execution was being held. Who would be-

There... He spotted the the execution grounds. Many soldiers were gathered there. Narrowing his eyes he removed the anchoring in the building and took off in the direction of the center of town.

[User] A lot of marines out today. A lot of idiots who are going to be hungry so plenty of work. The grand execution will be quite the event. It might even prove to be incredibly entertaining. Strapped knives to her thigh and bag slung over her back. Might as well get a good place to stand for the execution. Tying her hair back with a red ribbon. "I hate this is where they want to make all the executions but it does give gramps some business." Saying to noone in particular setting off.

[Assistant]
"So let me get this straight, some idiot pissed off the Marine Captain so much that he actually forced everyone to go watch a public execution?" Aka leaned her back against a street corner, her sworn brothers being beside her as the group of marines that she was speaking towards nodded. "Not interested, count me out~" Several Marines raised their rifles in response to her nonchalant reply, as her gang members beside her immediately ran away from the scene and took cover in the back alley. Not because they are scared of the Marines' guns, but instead the actual reason will happen in the next moment.

With one punch at one of the marines, the marine exploded, along with the several others who got caught in the fireball. "You all should be more polite in my turf, just sayin~" She smiled at the last marine who is lucky enough to be out of range. "The coast's clear, you can all come out now! " Aka shouted back to the alley as that marine took to his heel and fled. "What a shitty day, I will be fishing to vent a bit of my anger, will be back later, so cya ~" She smirked as she took her fishing rod alongside her, giving a slight wave as she left for the harbour. On the second thought, the execution sounds abit interesting~

Aka chose her fishing spot at an area near the main street that leads straight to the town square. Casting her fishing rod, Aka could briefly see the crowd of audiences though she can barely discern the face of the one in the platform. Just then, she caught sight of man swinging back and forth with some sort of zipline equipment. She was a bit curious & surprised with that guy, whoever he is, he's definitely not going there as an audience. "Ha, looks like this one will be fun to watch," Aka laughed a bit, putting down her fishing rod as she headed to the execution square for some 'free action movies' to watch. Should've brought along some popcorns, to my regret...~


[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. It is believed he was designed to be a helper Machina, Cecil was possibly due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

[User]
Yarri frowned, staring at the ocean around the ship. The huge open space made her nervous. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her, not wanting to draw more attention to her "revealing clothing" as one of the other passengers called it. She couldn't care less about other people's opinions on her, but she hated the attention. Of course no cloak could disguise Shaela, so that effort was mostly in vain.

She had to grin when she remembered the face of the captain, when they came aboard. A wild-looking woman accompanied by a huge black cougar. When he suggested the animal be caged for other passengers' safety, Shaela came closer to him and growled right into his face. Yarri also growled. "You can try." The captain, now all white with fear, just gestured them to continue onboard.

That was the only time she had talked to him. She saw him chatting with the other passengers, but whenever he would come closer to her, she would just stare at him until he changed his mind. 'Stupid Murans,' she thought, watching the human younglings run around. At the beginning of the journey they were frightened to come anywhere near Shaela, but soon the boldest boy of them came to ask Yarri if he could pet her cat.

A cat. Twice the child's size. Yarri just raised her eyebrow, thinking about what is she going to tell the boy's father when Shaela eats him. But the boy stood on his tiptoes, reaching as high as he could, and scratched the cougar under her chin. The worst part was that Shaela apparently loved it. 'What a traitor,' Yarri thought while watching her chase the children around the ship. Fortunately, none of their parents was there to see that.

'Why did I even get on this stupid piece of wood?' But she knew all too well. They were getting too close to her, so she had to change the scenery. Not run away, of course, she would never do that, but just relocate to another area for some time. Yarri spat into the water. These so-called hunters. She swore that one day she would show them the true meaning of that word.

[Assistant]
"Two pairs." An older man said as he lay down his cards. He had a pair of fours, a pair of sevens, and a ten. The brawny Dimuran's lips curled into a smile as he loosened his grip and lay his cards down face up as well.

He didn't say anything, but the cards spoke for themselves. He had three of a kind, fives. They both looked to Adrianna, who shook her head a little and placed her cards face down on the table, folding for the table. She didn't have anything decent this hand. The Dimuran took the pot, a few cooper pieces, and then tossed another into the pile.

"Can't we up the ante a little?" The older man asked.

Adrianna had set the ante, keeping it low. Her reason was that they were trapped on a boat, and if someone lost too much money, there would be a lot of tension in a very small space. Lots of things made people angry, but one of the biggest instigators of conflict was money. The last thing she wanted to deal with was someone feeling like they had been cheated out of their life-savings…not to mention the fact that she was pretty confident she couldn't take the Dimuran in a fight if it came to.

"The kid set it." The Dimuran said, gesturing to Adrianna.

"I know, but come on, let's make this a bit more fun." The older Muran replied.

Adrianna opened her mouth to explain her reason for keeping the ante low. Before she could, however, the Dimuran spoke up once more. "This is probably all the kid has. Don't try to con him out of his savings, Lago."

"Yea, yea…" Lago readied the cards for the next hand. They seemed to accept the reasoning given by the Dimuran, and Adrianna wasn't going to argue with them. It was plausible that she, a young lad, didn't have enough money on her person to bet more than a few copper each hand. Besides, Adrianna won the next hand and had won a few earlier as well. She could be very good at cards, but she didn't want to be too good.

"So what brings you to Galloway?" The old man asked, trying to make conversation, or possible distract the Dimuran from noticing his tells. Of course, the Dimuran wasn't terribly interested in making small talk, and he grunted as he stared intently at his cards.

"Looking for work." Answered Adrianna a few moments later. It was plausible, and it wasn't even entirely a lie. She was looking for new work, but she didn't plan on staying in such a busy port city. In truth, she had been considering getting work on a vessel, and had spent a while watching the crew swab the deck and tie knots and such. This little trip was a bit of a test run, and assurance that she absolutely did not want to get work on a boat. There was absolutely no privacy, and given her…condition, the tight quarters just weren't feasible. On the plus side, at least she knew one thing she didn't want to do.

"What kind of work? Do you have any skills?" He asked.

"A few." Adrianna said. "Why, are you hiring?"

"No, no…Just making conversation."

"What are you going to be doing in Galloway?" Adrianna asked in return.

"Meeting family. My son's wife just had another baby, and I'm coming to visit em."

"Sounds nice. Enjoy yourself." They continued to make small talk through the next few hands, though the Dimuran mostly kept his thoughts to himself. Lago pressed him a bit, but Adrianna didn't pry. She understood that some people preferred to keep their privacy.

[User]
With everybody else on the ship busy with their own affairs whether it was interacting with friends or family or possibly working, Cecil kept to himself in a small corner of the ship. It was very rare for him to be cornered by so many people all at one time, but according to some people he had met on his way this was the only way to get across the water. They must've been someone who was well versed in travel to be able to tell him where he was supposed to go because they gave him a map and everything. Sure, they laughed at him for not understanding that he was able to go on something like this to cross a huge body of water, but at least they were kind enough to give him a map and a ticket to board.

It was a slow, rocky method of travel. There was so much out there that he didn't know of and this had definitely surprised him the most: a large contraption that was capable of floating on water with many people and things all kept inside it. It was fascinating how it could keep afloat, but asking why it was possible was probably going to make him look suspicious. He didn't want to stand out, especially when he was suspicious enough already.

To people he was simply a kid who had been incredibly unlucky in life, but such a thing wasn't unheard of. There was always the odd fight or several that came with injuries, so there was the assumption that he had been given a second chance with technology. While this was all assumptions he had picked up while travelling from others who asked him, none were correct; in fact, he was lacking anything organic.

Cecil was a Machina, but nothing on the outside told anyone what he actually was. He acted like a Muran, looked like a Muran and spoke like a Muran. Even as he sat in the corner analysing a map to plan his journey he looked rather focused on his own business while showing mild interest in what others around him was doing. Everybody seemed to be either having a great time or feeling rather jaded as their mental state shifted lower as they became exhausted from the journey so far. He couldn't feel any of these emotions, not because he wasn't capable but because everything was so new to him it all held a sense of curiosity to him. He didn't have time to feel excited about all these people, nor did he have time to feel curious about why some were showing signs of sadness. Once he got off the ship he had to try and figure out what route he was going to take when there was two large settlements in two different directions that he could head to first. He needed the safest route possible and one where he could find shelter if he needed to, especially when poor weather was making his joints feel kind of bad. He needed to find some oil or something, but out here it seemed like a rarity.

Cecil couldn't remember where he came from. He was just aware that his journey held very little resources for him, apparently he was too far from the cities to find what he was looking for. Technology wasn't a big thing this far out, but maybe once he got across the water he would get lucky. Folding up his map he slowly slid it in to his top as he stood up, thinking he should at least see what it was like up top. Water was dangerous and he had already been told that 'a kid like him shouldn't be wandering around by himself' but he was curious. Heading on up and out it didn't appear to be an immediate bother at least. There was a few people up on deck, he didn't know what their jobs were but a few were chilling out. All around the ship was just water which was certainly unsettling but somewhat intriguing. It was so much water for one area, he couldn't help but wonder how deep it was. A thought like that was probably a bad idea, he could easily get too bold and think he could check it out only to get stuck sinking to the very bottom; still, it was rather curious to him. Wandering over to the edge he peered in to the water, staring at it with fascination.