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Abstract: friendly prankster with a clever mind and an appetite for adventure

(Ignore the cat attributes, but that's basically Nikki, in her original form. Modifications have been made.)

Appearance: Nikki is a nineteen-year-old of about average height, with a solid build that evidences the fact that she's always on the go. She keeps her blond hair cut at her jawline, and her light brown eyes are lively. She prefers to wear flattering clothes, generally showing as much tanned skin as she can get away with. She loves black clothing, and it's always something that lets her move freely and won't get in the way when she's up to her usual activities. She generally wears a pair of woven bracelets with amber and green stones, and shoes are usually a pair of solid-soled sandals with straps so she doesn't lose them.

Details: Nikki grew up with her father after her parents separated. She knows and loves her mother as well, but the woman's job as a trader often took her far from home. Her father, Jasper, runs a general shop in town. Nikki herself has very little patience for work and doesn't have an official job, instead doing odd jobs for various people. Instead of a real occupation, she prefers to get into adventures -- or trouble. She's been filling her time with both since she was old enough to walk. She tried to pay attention to lessons and such, and did alright, but daydreaming or just wandering off wasn't an uncommon occurrence. She's a nice person, if perhaps overly exuberant, though her tendency to tease and play pranks can certainly seem mean. But she wouldn't wish ill on anyone, and is more or less harmless. She's quick and agile, with an ability to keep her feet under her even in difficult situations that would put many cats to shame. She knows how to use a knife, and can hit a target from a couple yards away, but that's only in controlled circumstances. If it came to an actual fight, Nikki is far more likely to keep hold of her knife and use whatever is to hand, often in unusual ways. She's pretty creative when it comes to innovative solutions to problems, though not all of them would be wise to attempt. The girl has a tendency not to think things through that ends her up in trouble as often as not. She actively courts disaster, be it trying crazy stunts or stealing a bun from a food stall for the thrill of getting chased. She revels in danger, carefully balancing on the line between wild and downright crazy. Telling her not to do something is one of the best ways to get her to try; if you don't want her to eavesdrop, you're better off discussing something boring for a bit instead of lowering your voice. She's a superb flier, mostly because she has to be with all the stunts she tries, and enjoys flying second only to exploring. Well. Maybe third if you count pranks? Something like that. Her approach to life is one of humor and gleeful optimism, diving headlong into every opportunity that comes her way. When she decides to do something, she commits herself fully and holds nothing back. Life is something to be enjoyed, and she plans to do that to the utmost.

Other:
~ Glider that's a bit on the smaller side, but it's fast and very maneuverable. She just can't carry too much of anything besides herself. She's damaged it with stunts more times than can be remembered, but while battered it's held up pretty well. Her father decided that if his daughter couldn't be prevented from risking her life trying crazy tricks, he'd at least make sure it wasn't the fault of her wings should she get hurt.
~Lockpicks, because you never know what interesting things might need opening. She totally doesn't use them on things that actually belong to people though. Usually. Most of the time. Well, okay, she does, but she puts everything back where she's found it, so it's okay, right?
~Her knife is a handy tool she's never without. She has a second one in case the first one gets broken or lost somehow.
~A bag of assorted tricks, usually including a bit of food, a grappling hook on a length of light but sturdy rope, a small metal mirror, some stick-on bandages, a few safety pins, heavy-duty tape, some string, a permanent marker, and various things to assist in pranking.

Relationships:
Gaius Stronurr - Nikki admires and respects Gaius, and she /loves/ his stories. She's probably run afoul of him a few times, stealing things and making him chase her down to get them back. Respecting him, it seems, is not enough to make her listen to him. (Would he realize she views it as a game? I mean, if he stopped chasing, she'd stop doing it with the intention of him chasing her down. Doesn't mean she wouldn't aim for other people to chase her, though.)

Forrest Everfree - she's a bit jealous of his freedom, and imagines life without parental figures telling you what to do as fun. Not that she wants to lose her parents, but the lack of a supervising authority appeals to her. As a child she found him fascinating, and often followed him around, eventually convincing him to teach her how to pickpocket and other minor thief skills.

Eli Wyn - friend and frequent co-conspirator. Nikki is impressed by what he knows about gliders, and has actually learned a bit about them from him. His quest for excitement fits well with her own, and as wild as they are separately, get the two together and it's even more intense. He's the one that introduced her to Rahna and Blin/Brytag.

Rahna Altema - Eli introduced the two, and they get on fairly well. Nikki enjoys racing with her and some of the others. She's also learned that playing on Rahna's curiosity is a great way to get her to go along with things she might not otherwise.

Blin "Brytag" Alborse - He's quiet and he always looks half-asleep, but he's not bad. And he has some of the craziest dreams! Palling around with Eli and Rahna means she's friends with him too.

Blank - Nikki's not sure if she likes bothering him or just plain /likes/ him, but she's certainly fond of the mysterious teen. Since his arrival two years ago, she has found him an irresistible target for teasing. He's so cute when he blushes~ Despite his good-natured complaining, the two are pretty tight now, though initially she had to construct circumstances that made adventures unavoidable when he balked at less forceful attempts to bring him along. She's nothing if not persistent.

Tivo Sol - Nikki's encountered him a couple times, both in town and out near ruins, but they're not close or anything.

Kelari Halder - she's friendly, and she tells interesting tales. What's not to like? Nikki is at least on friendly terms with her, though she's probably tried to use Kelari's equipment at least once. Without permission. She got her tattoo at Kelari's parlor, a small pair of stylized wings on her shoulder blades. Hurt like anything, but the result was worth it~

Song: Dangerous, by Within Temptation

[User] The minute Lee heard those first few words come from Gaius, she felt her breath hitch. About to politely decline Lee opened her mouth and tell Gaius that's not what she wanted, she got the breath knocked out of her as he just grabbed her. If her instincts hadn't kicked in, she would've bent backwards at this point and cracked the back of her skull on the hard ground. Possibly killing her. Lee's brain reeled, not understanding what was going on and what Gaius was doing, her nails scratching against armor and her fingers barely finding purchase at the man's shoulders. There was a thin sheet of sweat already forming on her brow and along her neck, her heart beating loudly in her chest as she tried to understand what was going on. Her voice seemed trapped in her throat when she made an attempt to call out to Gaius. To anyone for that matter. Her anxiety only increased as she realized that the man was going to jump off the edge. Jump off the edge with her in-tow.

[Assistant]
Blin "Brytag" Alborse

"No, no,no,no...." Blin was at first amazed at the guards bringing the individual wings into the crowd and then shocked when he heard what he thought was a battlecry.

"We're heading out first!"

All thoughts of "Naughty" Nikki's crazy dive left him as he rushed back to his tethered gilder, "[color=bc8dbf]Why did I have to doze off....again. Come on, don't be last to leave." Blin tore at the ropes, freeing his glider and ran to the cliff edge before he could change his mind. He forced the glider into a dive, faster than he was used too, and surprisingly caught up the monster of beast that left first. He wasn't the last to leave, but he actually managed to pass someone before he spotted Lord Gaius and then his mouth dropped open.

The blood drained from his face as he saw Lee holding onto to Gaius, he could have carried her, he could have got her a glider, he could have done something. He pulled up, straining the glider and slowing his descent. He heard something snap behind him, the glider slowed but he frantically started to look about it to see what had happened.

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Rahna Altema

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Everything was happening so quickly, but it was all quite amusing. Rahna really didn't know what to react to first. Perhaps the bellowing of Gaius who boisterously stated that he was heading out first or maybe the fact that he turned into a human glider. 'The nerve! How dare you he start having fun before everyone else!' is what Rahna would've thought if she was a selfish person. Fortunately, she wasn't. 'As long as they're having fun, right?' was often the thought that crossed her mind. She didn't like holding people back, unless it was Eli, to make sure he didn't get ahead of himself. Speaking of which, she noticed that he pretty much crash landed near the group and was quickly assaulted by Nikki who came leaping out of nowhere.

Rahna watched as Nikki pounced on Eli, grounding him.. literally. She couldn't help but smile, especially when Sera was laughing her head off at the sight of it. Rahna giggled as she settled some of her belongings next to her folded glider. After making a quick jog over to the tangled pair, she gave Nikki a knowing look and a smirk. "As expected of you Nikki~ Making a ruckus at any hour of the day." The young girl slowly helped the two get back on their feet, helping dust the dirt off their clothes. Her eyes made a quick scan for any injuries on either of them, "I'd rather we didn't get injured before the adventure even starts~" She stated in a lighthearted tone.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted another figure jumping off the edge of the cliff. It was Blin. "Soo.. Blin just left us behind." She added, pointing over to the spot where Blin took off.

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Blank saw things starting to move at the Launching Point and got to his feet. He wondered briefly if he should have borrowed a normal glider from somebody as he stepped up to the edge of his own spot, but this was the way he had arrived. The bizarre glider had to have something to do with his past, and somebody on the surface might recognize it.

Blank didn't hesitate after that. As he had done so many times before, chasing after Nikki, he stood on the edge of the cliff with his glider in one hand, looking for all the world like an oversized collapsed umbrella, and faced back toward the castle. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and tilted backwards unafraid, kicking at the cliff face to distance himself from the unforgiving stone.

He plummeted, like he always did, and as he fell he slipped his foot into the stirrup at the end of the glider, a small metal divot in his boot locking it in place. Pulling at the top until it slid out to twice his height. Finally ready, he wrapped his arm around the center pole and released the canvas, the whole thing springing open and bringing him to an almost dead stop in the air, swinging forward faster than most normal gliders could go as his downward momentum shifted to horizontal. He pushed forward on the bar, levering it between his foot and arm to keep it from penduluming backwards. He was much lower than everybody else now, but he knew at least Nikki would catch up to him, just to show off if nothing else. As he glanced backward and up, he could just barely see the island hiding behind his canvas awning, and said a last silent farewell. This could be the last time he ever saw his home.

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The eager young lady grinned at Sera, adding her own giggle to the tomboy's. When the other girl collapsed with mirth, it only made Nikki laugh harder. She'd mostly subsided by the time Rahna came to help Eli up, untangling herself and rolling to her feet. Her head jerked up at familiar shout, and she caught sight of first Blin, then Blank overhead head out into the sky. "Time to go~" she caroled. "C'mon Eli, Rahna -- you too, ruins-crow -- last one past the clouds is a muddy duck~!" Without waiting for a reply she scooped up her folded glider and ran full tilt for the edge of the island, diving neatly over the side.

The wind rushed past her ears as she picked up speed, free hand dragging her goggles into place. Gaius and his massive glider moved at a snail's pace ahead of her, then above, and Blank quite a bit below. The reckless woman pulled her arms in to streamline herself. The most daring of her tricks brought wild intensity, but freefall was a simpler and far more relaxed joy. She could see the odd shape of Blank's glider opening below her as she drew closer, and as he let the the canvas snap into place she dropped passed him, laughing gleefully. Spreading her arms and angling them to roll herself over, she waved cheekily to the young man now above her. He shouted something scoldy at her, but though she heard she didn't appear to listen, her eyes shining with unrestrained glee. And then she was flipping back over as she plummeted downward, adjusting angle and drag. Blank hollered again, and she didn't bother to reply. She'd heard the first time, and of course she wasn't going to dive all the way to the surface. He could be so silly at times! But carelessly opening even the strongest glider at speed was more than reckless, it was downright suicidal. She'd done this before, and knew what she was doing. First a little, then a bit more, Nikki kept a tight grip on the handstraps as she started to spread the wings and check her speed. When she'd brought it to just a fast dive, she let the wings snap open the rest of the way, and tilted the nose back hard. She leveled out with a joyous whoop, then started climbing so she could circle back again to the others.


[System]
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Eye Colours: Left is Brown, Right is like...Bluish Purple
Gift: John can sense when other Gifted make use of their gifts, and can feel the intensity based on how far away he is compared to where the gift was used. For example: he can sense you the moment you use your ability, but he'll have to play the Hot/Cold game to find the spot where you used your gift. He can't actually track you(as in you, yourself, not your gift) unless your gift is constantly in use, or unless you're constantly using your gift.
Bio: John grew up as a fairly normal kid, taking a great liking to video games and movies and books. He enjoyed watching and reading these fantasies, and wished he could be in one himself. But as time went on John realized what an impossible dream that might be, because he began to notice that he was just a nobody. There was nothing truly special about him, and aside from being slightly above average in school - he really didn't do anything else. No sports, no extracurricular activities, no nothing. Just your average Joe...or...John. That is, until his eighteenth birthday; where his right eye changed color and he began to sense these...things. He didn't know what he was feeling, but one day he got curious enough to follow one of these 'feelings', and he came up to a house just as the authorities arrived at the door. He took cover and watched as the house was raided and a girl was taken out...she had mismatched eye colors, just like him! What was happening?! Why did they want her? Was it cause her eyes were different?! John figured they might want to take him away too, and he wanted to run away from here before he was noticed...but...that girl...she needed help. She was struggling and resisting, then suddenly she looked at John and screamed to him for help. His mind seared with an intense sensation, and he recognized it as the 'feeling' he followed over here...but...wait...the men who were capturing her turned and saw him. He panicked and got up to run, but...no...the sensation filled his head...and he felt brave...he had to help, he had to try.

John tried in vain, and was captured. The girl and him were taken and enslaved; John was trained and forced to work as a hunter to find more gifted, and to the best of John's knowledge...the girl was strapped into a chair, forced to incite bravery into the hunters in training.
Other: He's a naturally good tinkerer, and can take apart, put together, or just modify weapons.

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A monster. Betrayed, hunted, squeezing red ragged rips, running, can't kill it can't kill it can't kill it.

The fear cracked into Chris's mind like a lightning bolt. Something was very, very wrong nearby.

That was when he turned to see the bandaged man (now sans-bandage) sprinting towards him. On his tail was someone or something else, a woman in a red and black bodysuit, a collar around her neck. Another Gifted, he thought. One they'd made a slave of.

 "Go! Gogogogogo! NOW! Run! There's a fucking MONSTER after me!"

"GET BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP YOU APART!"

Now it was starting to make sense. The bandaged man was a hunter, or worked for hunters, and he'd known this thing was coming, or maybe he hadn't but he'd known something, and he knew that Chris and the girl were in danger. That's why he did what he did, but now he was in danger.

The monster had hurt him, that much was clear from his pain and the dripping red holes in his arms. It would kill him if it could, and then the girl, and then Chris, and maybe other people too. Innocent people.

All of these thoughts flashed through Chris's mind in the fraction of an instant it took the man's frantic pace to reach his position. Fortunately, his next action required no thought. None at all.

With one hand he flung the scarf and glasses from his face and dropped them to the ground, along with his bag and guitar case. He took off running, running towards the monster, and slammed his shoulder into it from the side.

"Go! Run! Get out of here, get away from the library, there are people in there!"

[Assistant]
Lucky Newman

Lucky smirked hearing where Thomas was from, though he was right about the putting on the accent that area. It was easier to get people to talk to people if you sounded like them. Though it was hard to fit in now, being Gifted stopped all chances of being normal and interacting with others. Though it was nice to be able to talk to someone like yourself, so talking to Thomas was nice. He didn't feel so alone but at the same time he was waiting for the knife in the back. It was a constant struggle in his head, he wanted to trust but the past betrayal was hard to get over. So simply put, he was on the fence about trusting.

"I'm from Prince Edward Island, Canada." He said before chuckling softly before continuing, "If you heard my natural accent you would think I was someone fresh off the boat from Ireland or Scotland." He said with a smile remembering how heavy his accent was when he first was on the run, people thought he was from the old country. But he needed to blend in, that was when he met Siri.... He quickly shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. He looked out the door of the old rail car when he noticed movement. "Be ready to make yourself unnoticeable Tom." He said lowly as he continued to look out for danger.

As he watched a girl suddenly popped up from behind some old train parts, "Hi...I'm Lilith." The girl said with a slight smile on her lips. Lucky locked his eyes on her and stood still for a moment before jumping down from the old rail car. He could see that she was Gifted by her Jade and Maroon eyes, though he was going to be careful like he was with Thomas. He made his body rigid as he watched Lilith for a moment, he had to wonder if she was hunter. But as he watched her he noticed that her hair was wind blown and that she was slightly dirty, so she was mostly likely not a hunter as hunters were usually clean.

"I'm Lucky." He said with a slight tension in voice but he didn't sound as threatening as he did with Thomas earlier. "You thirsty or hungry?" He asked though he was still weary of the new comer. He was glad to see another Gifted, but he was realizing that he was rusty in his communication skills. Damn you Siri! He thought as he held an arm out ushering Lilith to the old rail car that would give them some cover, for now at least. Maybe they could plan what to do next or in the very least get to know each other.

But Lucky was waiting for the ax to drop and his luck run out.

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After exiting The Suite, Cole sat in the driver's seat of his car. This time there was music, only silence as he sat there trying to decide whether he was doing the right thing. Last time he tried something like this...it didn't end well. It seemed as though being around Cole was bad for people's health. The more he thought about it the more the memories of those he'd lost came back to him. It got to a point where it was too much and Cole punched the car stereo causing the display to crack and the dial to pop out again. Cole sighed as he sat back in his seat. "..What are you doing?". There was a silence as he rubbed his forehead, the pain in his knuckles had begun to fade but was still throbbing somewhat.

That was when it happened, all those memories of his old friends came once again but this time instead of agony Cole felt a growing rage which added to the already existing pool of anger he had within him. The Hunters would pay for what they did to his friends, what they do to all Gifted. Starting now his crusade would begin, and those two down in The Suite would be the first out of many other gifted he'd recruit to exact revenge on those who oppressed his kin. "I don't usually let you out...but I cam tell it won't matter soon", of course Cole wasn't talking to himself. Technically he was but now it was a different being all together.

Exiting the car Cole went to the back and opened up the trunk, inside was the same dufflebag from the gas station but instead of opening it he took it out with him along with one other bag which was for clothes. Once he was back inside The Suite he laid his clothes bag on hos bed and laid the duffle bag on the living room coffee table. Opening it revealed that it's contents were more than just money, inside were two Remington Colt 1911 R1 pistols and a G36C Assault Rifle. Cole laid the 1911s on the table but took the G36C with him to his room. Once inside the room he placed his rifle by the nightstand and headed back into the living room. He sat on the couch and turned on the tv.

[Assistant]
Lilith looked at Lucky, her eyes widening. The offer of food and water made her lip quiver. The offer of shelter and company made her want to cry. She was so desperate for a place to stay, for people she could actually become friends with. So Lilith approached the train car without a second thought, she stood only a couple of steps away from Lucky now.

If Lucky looked close enough, he would realize that Lilith's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, her hair was disheveled, and her body was cleansed roughly, as though she had very little time to get clean. "T-thank you. That's very generous. I think I'll take you up on that offer." She understood this was generosity, and that he was offering it because she was desperate.

Still though, she managed a bold smile, and reached out her hand. "What's your gift? We might as well exchange them, since we're going to be sitting in a train car for who knows how long." Her voice was a bis stronger although it was rough as if it hadn't been used often. She offered a hand to Lucky, and then peered around him, at the other stranger. She pressed her lips together and frowned. "Um hi to you too. How are you?" She asked, glancing between Lucky and the man who hadn't spoken yet.

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Valkyr took the hit from Chris and fell, but as soon as she hit the ground she was getting back up. She screamed at him and prepared to charge, but John tackled her back to the ground and shocked her with his batons. By now, people were screaming and running away from the library in panic. Valkyr kicked John off of her and sent him flying into Nice, resulting in a cracking-thud sort of sound. John moved slightly but didn't get up, one of his shock batons had fallen near Chris while the other was in the pile with him and Nice.

Valkyr had gotten to her feet and grabbed a man who came out of the library, swinging him around to slam his face into the wall. The man was killed instantly as his skull fractured on impact, and then his lifeless body proceeded to be thrown at Chris by a screaming Valkyr.


[System]
Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter

Appearance:
Personality
 Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do.

 Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she's determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she'll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she'll always set things right.

 Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident.

 While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn't have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys.

 Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that 'fun' means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn't seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow.

Bio

 Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn't long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There's very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere.

 Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They'll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they've both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to.

 Countless admires have caught Guinevere's eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she'll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn't stop them from talking about her when she isn't around.

 Whenever she's not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town's library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they've faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement.

Weapon

 Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary.

Skills:

Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them.

Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!).

Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere's personality shines when things need done. She's one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution.

Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.

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The girl utterly hated when that bit mad faces and moves like that on her but it was something she had gotten used to over time though it had gotten no less irksome to her and her mother. "I swear, that bot is a masochist."  the girl grumbled with a heavy sigh as he walked away. She stepped toward her own home, tired but not too much so to make it inside and look through the cupboards for something to drink. Her mother, naturally, had come down after seeing her and set out a loaf of bread with some cheese and meat for a snack before she went to sleep that morning while the town began to wake. She didn't say much before taking her plate with her up the stairs toward the wing of the house that she occupied, her window near a nice tree to shade it though she normally closed to drapes to keep the sun from coming inside while she slept. After a long night like that she needed a good sleep and the sun and noise that the drape blocked would wake her if it reached her.

Illya pushed her door open with her foot and set her plate on the table by the wall while she moved around, hanging her cloak on the hanger not too far from the door before she fell onto her bed and kicked off her boots. That was when she saw the flower bud hanging from her ceiling right above her pillow.

"Are you fucking shitting me?!"

The young woman reached over and picked up a heavy book, throwing it directly at the flower though, the bud seemed to move right out of the way so she missed the stupid thing. She'd heard the legends from the bard at the tavern on the rare nights when she wasn't working and decided to drink the night away, sometimes even speaking with the men who came to their little town in the Vale on their travels. She found it amusing that she was often the first woman for these men to approach, considering that even if she was a rent girl she'd be one of the more expensive ones - they left with empty pockets anyway.

Back to the flower the young woman stared at it, the leaves moving in the breeze from the open window as if they were mocking her though she rolled over and decided to ignore it as she lay out the treasure she had lottery the night before on her bed while eating the food shed brought upstairs with her.

[Assistant]
-Laciel Lenssed : Training Grounds-

As the boy stumbled on his words, he flinched as the blade of Guineveres sword almost came into contact with his fleshy face, which wouldn't look good in the long run. It was only a natural reaction to try and move away from an opponent to avoid getting part of your face cut off, but in Laciels case, he would need a few stitches and a concotion from Alixianna. Either way, he avoided any harm yet again as he stared at the sword as it abruptly stopped, his eyes fixated on the girls hand. There was tension still embedded within him, latching on and keeping him on edge.

It was about to get worse in the long run as a random screech struck up behind him.

His next natural reaction was to turn around in sheer animosity with an earpircing city of surprise. This only worsened the boys state of mind as he fell onto his behind, looking up at a triumphant Varric. Laciel felt that he was forced to play the fool, a cad in the situation, not the well mannered scholar he was born as. Even worse was he believed he did something wrong which caused him to ponder on if Varric was mocking him indiscriminately. Even worse was when he decided to try and throw him off with a premature jab involving one of his pranks - ones that costed them time and a tinge bit of money.

At this point in time, he could only wonder in sheer befuddlement to his reason being here as he stared blankly at the two as he pushed himself up, listening to them speak. It only served to make him wonder if he said the incorrect phrase to Guinevere or if he was interrupting their time. Either way, he started tapping the tip of his chin as he continued to listen to the ongoing discussion about botany and the such, specifically about flowers and friendship.

"Specific and peculiar to a degree... Wait, could this flower thing be completely related to the little budding gift I recently received after the two years eve of my fathers departure on such a precarious and suspiciously direct quest. Hmm, if I can recall, there was a tale involving a... a deer and two brothers. The details escape me, but maybe this might be related to the letter? I'll question mother or Varrics mom later... or possibly consign myself to the books co answers."

As the young scholar permitted himself to delving into such inexorable thoughts, he continued to listen to the duo speak. Laciel inconspicuously hid his frown as he turned his head to the side, his ears still attentive just as his flexible mind. He had the courage to stand up and speak his mind to Guinevere, showing how he wasn't afraid to pursue ideal dreams, unlike Laciel himself. He stared at the ground, gritting his teeth, bitter at what he couldn't accomplish.

The boy only felt that this was a massive punch to the gut as he became even more greener at the sight of what he just saw.

Guinevere reciprocated Varrics feelings after his well placed words, even after turning the corrosive speech to Laciel as a way of possibly telling him off into a well mannered confession that tugged at the heart. Why... why couldn't he do what Varric could? This mere shell kept him from making barely any friends aside from the duo in front of him and Illya who had spunk and teased him to a considerable interval, but now he felt it was segregating himself even further from them.

"... Did I ever even... have any sort of chance? Or was it just a mere illusion I wanted to believe in due to my admiration of her?"

Nothing felt right to the boy as his own insatiable wonder garnered him a possible chance to be with her. He understood the girls fears of being chained down, however he knew he could allow her to follow her desires and maybe show her that love wasn't all too disturbing. However, a friend, a contender was able to beat him to the punch.

Varric was able to successfully complete this cycle, causing him to leave his mouth slightly agape at the sight of them hugging before they removed themselves from each other. Maybe his way of thinking this through was skewed and selfish? He did legitimately worry for the girl and her problems, but he felt she shouldn't worry over such a natural thing. He didn't want to deprive her of one of the joys of life but forcing her to a forgone conclusion wouldn't land them anywhere.

The boy regained his composure as soon as Varric began his natural affinity for speaking with flourishing words. The flirt made a jest about taking her out to dinner, acting all cute around her... However, a few words mentioned by Varric did him justice and compiled the questions he given out into a presentable answer. At least that lightened his spirits temporarily before being bogged down yet again.

"More the better, huh? I would feel like an odd wheel interjecting itself into a date if I were to do that. Its already bad enough wondering if I said something incorrect, but inviting me to make matters worse, no... no... thanks."

"I, ah, uhm... I th-think i'll j-just p-pass for n-now. I sh-should probably be h-heading back to the f-forge for n-now, I g-guess i'll s-see you two l-later..."

"..."

"Ah, b-buh-bye!"

With that final timidly placed bye, he power walked away from the scene, pondering on the myriads of possibilities of what they could be thinking of. As he did this, he headed away from his said destination of the forge thanks to a well placed lie. Laciel felt that his mother could cover for him as he prepared some of the weapons ahead of time, just in case anyone stopped by while his mother tended to the shop. He begged to whatever gods existed about her not minding. As he swiftly continued on Laciel felt the need to clear his head and a friend could possibly help him out with this if she still wasn't out on one of her nightly prospects which he feared for her safety.

Laciel could only wonder how she faired as he traversed to Illya and Marideths dwelling - a lonely mansion on the edge of town.

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"Whoa baby, you gotta buy me dinner first," Varric joked, "But, hey, we should find out more about the flower myths, and there's no one more knowledgeable about the old tales than my dear, sweet mother." Guinevere softly elbowed him but smiled. No more weird romance between them, all was well and how it should be. Being his mother's son, Varric took the moment to break out in song. Unlike Guinevere, who sang like a screeching banshee, Varric's voice was full of compassion and vulnerability. Singing brought out such an amazing side of Varric. He could make anyone fill up with hope and love just by singing a tune; it was like listening to an angel sing in heaven.

 "That was beautiful, Varric. It really was," Guinevere praised him after he finished and glanced at Laciel, who had been so quiet she almost forgot he was there. Varric had invited him to seek out his mother so boldly that Guinevere worried he had frightened Laciel too much.

 "I, ah, uhm... I th-think i'll j-just p-pass for n-now. I sh-should probably be h-heading back to the f-forge for n-now, I g-guess i'll s-see you two l-later..."

 "..."

 "Ah, b-buh-bye!"

 "Laciel, wait!" She called out but he had already rushed off. Sighing heavily, Guinevere worried they had upset him. Laciel was never one to express his opinions and let his fears and troubles sit inside him until it all just blew up. Maybe she'd talk with him at a later time. Right now, Guinevere needed to find out what this flower really meant and Varric was correct, no one knew more about legends than his mother.

 "Ready?" She asked looking at him and began walking to his home. Wearing full armor, Guinevere didn't even care to change back into her casual clothing. It felt like she was going to face her biggest enemy yet-the flower.


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Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: The Advocate, Ambassador, The Court's Mask.

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Skills:
-Skilled Manipulator: Salazar has always had a way with words. He has perfected this skill to the point where he can convince people of innocence and bluff his way out of most situations.

-Friends In High and Low Places: Salazar's position in life has given him the unique situation of a Court mainstay and an information broker, as such he has many connections to lords and beggers alike.

- Rudimentary sword skills.

Magic:
- Illusionist: Illusion magic is as varied as it can get, but can never cause harm through the spells themselves. It is the ability to project images into reality, alter how people see and hear the world, alter the mind of those targeted.

Equipment:
-Light traveling clothes
- A short sword
- A small dog eared leather-bound book.

Personality: Salazar is a man whose personality is hard to pin down. A consummate liar, a man of sociopathic tendencies and an innate ability to feign emotions leads people to believe that Salazar is indeed a genuine person with emotions, it is mostly far from the truth. Salazar does have moments when he shows some emotion, though they are few and far between.

Biography:
Salazar was born to a noble family, the eldest of three and the only son. Salazar was expected from a young age to be a near perfect court identity. This plan fell away when it was discovered he had the ability to use magic, or in his case...the ability to craft illusions. As such, the plan altered to create Salazar into the absolute Perfect court identity. Sent away to be instructed by an illustrious Illusionist, Salazar returned in a much shorter time than expected, returning with mystical skill and a single leather-bound book.

Years passed, education and court seasons building Salazar into the consummate liar and manipulator. But with the years came a penchant to explore. Salazar eventually withdrew from his court with a lords permission to explore the world and return with new stories to share.

Others: Don't get him drunk.

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Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view.

"Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again.

"Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.

[Assistant]
Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street.

Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male.

"That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again.

I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up.

A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him.

"How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit.

Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them.

The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.

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"Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it.

"I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her.

"Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.

[Assistant]
Avon Ruhame

After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate.

' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying.

Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.

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Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face.

"You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good."

Akira

[Assistant]
Dante

Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.

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"Right, sorry Sir."

Cassie backed off on the teasing, slowing her pace to let the young man take the lead. While she was fully willing to fluster and annoy, she wasn't willing to ACTUALLY undermine a superior officer's pride and authority in public. Despite her attitude, she was a soldier, and a good one at that. Plus, Astarte seemed surprisingly innocent and full of idealism. She didn't have the heart to crush that. At the mention of her wages, however, her thoughts turned to Donat as she puffed her pipe quietly. Expansion of the empire would cripple, rather than bring power. The other nations wouldn't just stand around and let themselves be pushed back. They'd fight. The grand dream of a mighty empire would fracture. Internal power struggles, the poor get trampled, civil war, suppression...Cassie's mind flicked back and forth. Not so much on the potential war, not even on whether or not the nation would survive...but on which side she'd find herself. On one hand, she disagreed heavily with the idea of expansionism. The other nations were allies, there was peace. Living in poverty had let the bombardier learn many things, the least of which being that no matter what's happening, it's the weak and poor who suffer for the strong and rich.

But on the other hand, her family relied on her own military wages to stay above the water. If she opposed Donat openly, assuming she wasn't executed on the spot, she'd be discharged from the military. Her family would crumble. A matter of pride and principal versus family and necessity. She had time to decide. She would see what the Knight Lieutenant was planning. It could be a ruse to sniff out those who opposed Donat and kill them. See how things go. Make a decision then. For now, focus on the fact that she'd got to unload her Howler into a living monster, instead of another damn training dummy. The thought filled her with glee as she adjusted the straps to her massive harness, already measuring the charges in her head. Judging by the name and the mention of silk, this thing was a spider of some sort. Hard shell. Squishy interiors. She couldn't help herself at the thought of seeing gore filled explosions from each shot she'd let loose. Puncture slugs would do amazing things to such a beast.

"Don't suppose we'll be getting paid for this hunt sir? I could use some extra money, and I AM using my personal powders for this. The stuff the treasury springs for just doesn't have the oomph or the flare that makes every shot so damn beautiful. Gotta tinker a bit to give it that extra burn."

She bit her lip, picking up the pace to match Astarte's as they neared the gate. Looked like quite the crowd had gathered actually. She wiped at her monocle, adjusting the cravat on her coat and cracking her knuckles happily, the massive Howler Cannon dwarfing just about everyone in attendance.

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Salazar held his arm up, palm flattened as the bird returned to him. The images, sounds and shapes that the illusion had seen and heard flooded violently into his mind. The process was always a little painful as images ripped into his head and allocated their positions in his internal timeline. The bird chirped gently before blinking out of existence. Salazar folded his arms and closed his eyes slowly. This was another painful part of altering a minds, travelling through them. His body blinked out of existence in the court and shortly materialized in the middle of the group that had gathered.

"Hello everyone" he spun around, taking in the faces that surrounded him "well isn't this a quaint meeting" he smiled and bowed gently, the last of the residual blue energy his magic created flicking off him like ethereal flames. He turned to Hazael and smiled "A pleasure as always, Hazael" he clasped her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips before looking back towards the others "Salazar Theroux, a pleasure to meet you all" his eyes flicked up to the massive cannon and knew that meant one thing. She was joining the hunt. Salazar smiled inwardly.

She is always a fun companion Grim whispered in Salazar's ear.


[System]
Alias: Molotov
Age:26
Personality: Johnny's never been one to conform, until he gained his abilities he thought only of himself, however he's now struggling to do the 'right' thing. Throughout his life Johnny has hated authority figures, he's always views himself as being a 'punk' however he tends to think he's cooler than he is. Although inherently rebellious towards strangers, Johnny is warm to those who earn his friendship, however in order to befriend him someone would have to pierce through his cynicism and misanthropy.
Powers: Johnny has the power of pyrokinesis being able to control and produce Fire/Heat with his mind. Weaknesses Johnny's cynicism can often lead to him being unmotivated and lazy. His ego prevents him from taking most fights seriously. Extensive use of his powers can cause him immense pain and can in extraordinary cases leave him temporarily paralyzed surrounded by flame. Appearance: Johnny is 6" tall however his mohawk adds an extra two inches to his height. Johnny's build is gaunt with very little muscle mass, his face has prominent cheekbones with sunken features giving him a skeletal appearance. Johnny has a short black Mohawk that is lightly dyed red at the tips, this often appears to shine due to the copious amounts of grease he slathers onto it. Johnny's eyes are a sickly green color that compliments the pallor of his skin. Clothing-wise Johnny is always seen wearing a frayed leather jacket with a large patch depicting a molotov cocktail stitched onto the back. BRIEF Bio: During Johnny's younger years his family weren't exceptionally anything. They were neither rich nor poor and lived in a sort of limbo where they could afford food however weren't able to acquire the luxuries in life. It wasn't until Johnny's father was laid off at a LexCorp factory that the family truly experienced poverty. Without their primary source of income the Kenwoods were unable to keep their house and had to move from shelter to shelter. Once Johnny came of age he began to fall in with the wrong crowd, in order to feed his family he had to resort to breaking and entering, refusing to steal from his fellow 'Proletariat' Johnny exclusively robbed industrial complexes often taking wiring or machinery. However when word came of a robbery in a Lexcorp factory Johnny immediately wanted in. Everything was going to plan until the police arrived, from here ensued a four hour shoot out, during the battle Johnny fell back into the generator room of the factory attempting to escape through the maintenance hatches, however a stray bullet collided with the generator's experimental core which exploded devastating the factory and bathing Johnny in radiation. Five days later Johnny awoke under a pile of rubble and with his new abilities, returning to the shelter he found no sign of his family, now wayward and suspecting Lex Luthor's involvement, Johnny seeks a purpose and a way to strike out against 'the man'.
What they bring to the team? An overall sense of misanthropy and sarcasm. In combat a useful source of crowd control and versatile ranged attacks. Notes

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Juno frowned when Belle leaned back in her seat. Damn that Adam, escalating the situation. Juno decided to ignore Litheal and Ricki for the moment, this situation was far more serious. It would simply not do for them to all get fragged before they even had their first mission. It would definitely kill any chance of Juno getting out of this hellhole. The heroine froze when she heard Jaymi's voice in her head. Using her limited mental training she did her best to block him out from further incursions and gritted her teeth. It unnerved her that someone could look into her mind like that. To pierce into all her secrets and feelings. Juno decided she had to be careful around Jaymi.

Juno smiled at Belle and a small hardlight puppy manifested in her lap, yipping happily. It was a yorkshire terrier much like the one she had as girl. Instead of brown and black fur, it had white light but Juno had constructed the field to have a similar texture to the real thing. The dog placed it's paws on Belle's chest and licked at her face with a bright tongue with the warmth of a sunbeam. She hoped the girl liked the gesture. Juno wondered why she was so concerned about her, it was simply unlike her.

Juno flashed white as she rose from her seat and floated above the floor of the cruiser. Juno kept her voice restrained but authoritative, "That's enough Adam. You're supposed to be a professional. Keep this up and you'll cause a catastrophic malfunction. I've had enough of this alpha male posturing. Fenrir is team leader not you, so suck it up and be a big boy without having to resort to threats." Juno glanced at Fenrir, "Jaymi's right, we have to be calm and we have a job to do. We won't make it five minutes if we don't get it together. So please, let's try and put whatever personal BS we might have behind us and focus in on the job."

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Fenrir's eyes widened in surprise at Adam's words. It took a few seconds for him to fully process what had happened. Had Warpath really just threatened to kill him? The professional solider, trained to always be in control, had shown less restraint than he, the savage and uncontrollable beast!?! A red mist descended once more but this time he stopped trying to control his fury, instead allowing it its head. The Wolf within knew the only course now was for physical confrontation, to show this foolish challenger his place in the social hierarchy, which was firmly below Fenrir's own. The call of the wild demanded violence. He stalked after Warpath, increasing his pace to catch up. His fingers began to lengthen, nails growing and hardening into vicious looking claws, mouth distorting as his teeth becoming fangs. There was no growling or snarling now, mere silence as he prepared himself for the kill.

Guys. Lets just calm down and relax please. We have somewhere to be. . .

The voice of Poltergeist, ephemeral as a half-remembered dream, sounded in Magnus's head. The words echoed though his mind, reminding of who he was and what he was doing. He stopped in his tracks, ashamed at what he had nearly done, at the fact that after all these years the monster inside him still had such a powerful grip. Not that Adam was blameless, but Fenrir was supposed to be the leader, and should have done more to diffuse the episode. At least Poltergeist was already livening up to the expectations held for him

Good work Jaymi... Thank you. . Fenrir wasn't sure if Jaymi was still in his head, but he hoped the telekinetic would understand how grateful he was for his intervention.

Juno was playing peacemaker now too. At least she had a level head. She admonished both Warpath and Fenrir, and while he felt his back go up at her words he accepted what she said as wisdom. There was a job, and if they couldn't even get on the plane without incident then what hope had they on the field. He nodded to Twilight, a seed of respect for her taking root as he boarded the cruiser, making his way to the pilot seat. Molotov, Madcap and Blink had arrived by that stage, the cruiser taking off shortly after everyone had seated.

The Hub's water facing false wall folded into itself, allowing the cruiser to hover through, Fenrir flicking on the active camouflage, enabled by Martian stealth technology, protecting the craft from any prying eyes. He skimmed the water for a hundred meters before engaging the main jets, the carrier building speed and altitude steadily until he had broken the skyline. It was almost five hundred miles from Bludhaven to Metropolis, but at the speed the carrier was travelling the Outsiders would be there in less than ten minutes. Fenrir engaged the autopilot before addressing his team.

"Roughly fifteen minutes ago the Royal Flush Gang was spotted in Metropolis." He didn't bother explaining the Flush gang, their members, or their MO. Each member of the Outsiders had been given extensive files on all the foes they'd be likely to face, the RFG amongst them, with strict instructions to study the information in preparation for this event. The only person who hadn't received the files was Belle, and she wasn't going to need them.

"Their target is Lex Luthor." Again, he didn't explain who Luthor was, figuring that if they didn't know that then they probably shouldn't be here.

"Our mission is to intercept and apprehend the RFG, while protecting Luthor." He turned in his seat to face Molotov, knowing of the pyrokinetic's history with the Metropolian. "I repeat, we must protect Luthor, despite our feelings on the man himself."

"Luthor was last seen in his penthouse atop Lextower, while the RFG was spotted entering the sewer line a block away from Lextower. They will be starting from the bottom and working their way up, disabling security on their way. We will enter from Lextower's landing pad and move to meet them before they reach Lex."

"Any questions?"

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Tamashi simply sat calmly and took another sip from his flask. He felt any further involvement by him would only escalate things further. He observed as the other team members entered the craft. Litheal himself didn't particularly interest Tamashi but it was interesting he also carried a magic sword. Apparently he felt the need name it. Tamashi had never thought of his sword as much more than a tool but it did have enough history to warrant a name. "What to name it?" Tamashi considered. Tamashi considered this for a good few moments going through various potential names in his head. It was a good distraction he felt.

Then he heard the psychic in his head. How the hell was he supposed to keep secrets from a psychic? Perhaps earning his favor would be of benefit. Tamashi spoke to Jaymi. "Hey Psychic. I don't mind the messages but do me a favor and stay out of my thoughts. Do this and perhaps later we have a little fun." Tamashi proceeded to seductively wink at Jaymi.

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Leaning against the hind wall of the VTOL, Johnny watched the commotion between Warpath and Fenrir, it was clear they both wanted to assert how powerful they were, classic 'alpha male' mentality, Molotov felt no need to prove himself to his fellow team-mates, as long as he got the job done he couldn't care less what the others thought of him. When Juno nodded at him Johnny raised a single eyebrow before returning the nod with a condescending smile, upon Juno confronting him about his cigarettes the one placed in his mouth went up in flames before turning completely to ash. "How stupid of me, smoking near our child soldier could be bad for her health. Cigarettes are dangerous for children but sending them to fight 'super villains' that's fine." Johnny then turned away from Juno indicating that she wasn't going to get any more conversation out of him. Johnny didn't care about Juno's family name, she was just another delusional cape.

Hearing Jaymi's voice in his head Johnny scoffed, the man says nothing to anyone and the first thing he says isn't even face to face. Apparently the display of who could be more of a paternal figure to Belle had come to a close and things were going to start moving. As Fenrir began to brief the team on the mission, Johnny was on board right until he heard who they were defending. "Luthor! You expect us to defend that corrupt power-hungry wretch? After all he's done?" Johnny's fists clenched and his sickly eyes seemed to become lively. Lex Luthor was responsible for everything that had gone wrong in Johnny's life, he'd sooner melt him into slag than save the man's life.


[System]
Alias: Figment

Position: Student (Grade 11)

Abilities/powers:

Main power:
Subconscious matter manipulation- an ability only usable whilst asleep, this power allows the user to warp surrounding matter in a way so that it corresponds to the contents of the users dreams. For example, if the user has a dream that their purse came to life and tried eating people, then their purse would indeed do so. Likewise, if their dream involved their pillow turning into spiders and crawling everywhere, said transformation would happen. The manipulations can only last so long as the user is unconscious, and automatically returns to normal once they wake up.

Supporting/Minor abilities:
REM sleep control- Hastens or delays the REM sleep cycle, meaning that a person can dream right as they fall unconscious

Dream control- though not refined, this ability allows a user to lucidly dream and somewhat manipulate the contents of their dreams. The current level of skill for this character is at a stage in which they can wake themselves up from a potentially dangerous nightmare or somewhat control what things in their dreams do, but not choose what changes in their dreams (for example, if a fish turns into a mermaid, the person dreaming can propose to this new mermaid in the dream that they should watch TV or do something non destructive).

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 16/ July 12, 1983

General appearance: She's a puff. Her hair is a pitch black matted mess, and it's a question to ask if she keeps it brushed. It reaches a little bit lower than the middle of her back, and attempting to brush it will leave you with a broken brush and even more broken hopes. She looks constantly tired, and you'll notice the rings under her eyes before anything else about her. Her eyes themselves are an orangey-brown colour. She's roughly 5 foot 3, and will glare anyone down that comments on her height in any size, shape or form. She doesn't wear any makeup, leaving her scraggly hair and bagged eyes looking perpetually like she just woke up, or stayed up all night writing a ten page philosophy paper on human knowledge. Most of the time indoors you'll be able to catch her in PJ's, specifically pink ones with little white dragons scattered on them in a pattern and a pair of comfy, fluffy pink slippers. When she's required to look semi decent for going outside, her go to attire for any kind of weather is a baggy white sweater, black sweatpants, some black sneakers and a yellow purse that holds various snacks and plush toys. If it is far too hot out for the sweater (a fact she will rarely admit to), she switches to a white t shirt instead. She almost always has coffee on her, and the rare case she's without she's usually looking for more.

Additional Appearance/costume: Currently, she has no combat suit or costume. However, she will try passing off wearing pj's as a combat costume, simply because they're comfortable.

Personality: It is pretty easy to label Bonny as a mean or insensitive person, though she is far from. Her near constant exhaustion makes her rather snippy, and what she passes off as a playful comment or joke could be taken as an insult from how she presents it. She's rather sarcastic and almost always sounds tired, portraying a figure of someone that doesn't care about anything going on around them. Though she will rarely directly insult someone, she'll passive agressivley snip at them if they're behaving in a way she sees as inappropriate or annoying. She will make jokes in the most deadpan of voices so that the presentation itself is more entertaining than whatever she said. It's rather hard to legitimately anger her, though not so hard to irritate her. When angered or offended, she chooses silence and glares to get her anger across. When she isn't sassing someone for something they've said, she just sounds tired and is pretty chill and sociable. Might even smile and crack a non sassy joke and try to start up conversation. Though at first she can come off as slightly insensitive due to her easy to irritate temper and nearly boundless sass (not to mention she looks exhausted almost constantly), if you spend the time to get to know her you'll find that a lot of her passive joking isn't to offend or harm, and that she's a good friend who adores hugs and will try to cheer you up by distracting you from the problem. Very scared of needles and thunderstorms, and she wasn't heavily brought up into any religion.

Special Skills: She took theater in her old high school so she can sing and act, and she's rather good at baking from her grandmother teaching her.

Place of birth: Ontario, Canada.

Weapon(s) of choice: N/A

Medical information: Other than running on three to five hours of sleep a day and the amount of caffeine she consumes, Bonny is overall pretty healthy. Not a bodybuilder by far, but she does keep in relative shape. She does have asthma, however, so activity is limited to a degree.

Brief History: Bonny spent a large portion of her life in Canada with her parents, with her Grandmother living in the USA. Neither of her parents were mutants, but her grandmother on her mothers side was. Her parents didn't necessarily hate mutants (they had them in the family, after all), but they weren't the most supportive family when Bonnys powers came in. Especially not at first, when her dreams caused havoc in the house and nightmares became dangerous for them to live through. Pressured from putting up with rampant powers and slightly fearful for their safety, Bonnys parents sent them to her grandmother. She moved when she was 14, and although her grandmother was helpful and kind in helping Bonny learn basic control of her powers, the two both knew she'd have to learn them seriously in case they went haywire. So, when the letter arrived in the mail, both of them were excited for the chance for Bonny to go to the institute.

Relatives: She lives/lived with her grandmother, and she isn't in strong contact with her parents or many other people in her family. Her grandmother is her first go to place, and likewise her only go to place for family.

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For once in what seemed like forever, Bonny got the full nights rest that she needed. She had handed over the ridiculous amount of cookies to the nearest staff member to distribute at some point, ate something or another last night, and crashed in her bed surrounded by copious stuffed toys the second she got to it. It was all a bit of an exhausted blur, really; she awoke to a blaring alarm and the stuffies she had snuggled with sprawled around her bed, and she vaguely recalled some sort of a dream about setting up camp in a new place. A normal, simple dream that she expected to have. With a yawn, she rolled out of bed, hit her alarm clock on the head and checked the screen. 8:45, right on time. With that in mind, she spent some time tidying up all the toys that scattered themselves the night before, picked her fox to come with her for the day, got changed, and left her room. She still looked like a mess, but at least she looked like a dressed mess.

 She slipped out of her room, looking both ways before closing it. Her schedule wasn't too harsh; pop into Mr. Bookers office to say hello and have a more formal introduction, grab something to eat, and then pop into her first class and try to catch up. The man, from what she had seen of him yesterday, seemed rather nice. It wasn't really worrying her to go find him. With her plush toy in her arms she wandered the halls, poking around and finding directions until she reached what she could assume to be Bookers office. Hopefully he was in there.

 After a few seconds of waiting, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Sir, are you there? It's me, Bonny. Poppin' in to say hi and stuff." She hoped that was a decent enough first impression.

[Assistant] Heidi was surprised to see Shawn, but quickly composed herself. "Shawn, I'm not really sure you should be out of bed!" she exclaimed, before looking at him up and down, and looking right into his eyes without having to open them and shine a light in. "Severe bruising, muscle fatigue, minor concussion. That's not surprising given what happened. It could have been a lot worse." After she finished speaking, her memory caught up with the rest of her. "...Wait, why was I the person you wanted to see?"

[User] Chrys opens his eyes, grunting as he turns his head. "How bad was it... The damage? How are the others?" Part of him was glad that he'd be able to get out so early. He was expecting that he'd be here for a while... His main worry was the extent of the damage he'd done to himself. The limiter he was given when his powers started developing was the main reason his body was in such bad shape... If only he could find a way to get rid of the thing, purge it from him, he'd be stronger...

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"Minor injuries." Caldwell smiled at Chrys. "You and Shawn took the most damage, but I'm patching you up the best I can." He looked over his medical charts, examining them as he remembered he had jotted something down regarding Chrys. "I can't help but notice that something is offsetting your mutation. Something like this is man made, and doesn't come around often. I'm doing what I can to work with and around it for the time being, but I might need you back for regular checkups to see if I can't do something about that. In the future, it's possible that something like that might affect further development of your mutation, and maybe even your life."

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Booker was sitting in his office.

On the other side of his desk.

Emma Frost had taken his spot at the desk as she looked over his files, noting all of the students that he had listed for his teams. She missed her warlocks, but she did pity Booker for having completely lost people before. It was only by a stroke of telepathic luck that she knew they were alive.

When Bonny knocked on the door, Booker shifted in his chair to look at the door, smiling as he saw his newest candidate. Emma noticed this, and smiled as well. The sleeper, such a strange and interesting power that she would certainly have to help with. A little light telekinesis opened the door, and Bonny was seen on the other side.

"I'm Booker, this is Emma." He motioned to both himself and his friend. "Welcome to the academy. Do you have any questions that Remy might have missed? He took off last night before you woke."

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"Yeah," He shrugged. He knew he was beaten up, but he was just impressed that Heidi could get all of that from a look. He knew she was smart, but that was impressive. "I... I need your help." His eyes shifted to the ground below. "I bit off more than I can chew yesterday and it cost us the mission. I don't want something like that to happen again. We took too long getting someone to step up, and maybe Booker should have taken charge a little more. Chrys is still in pretty bad shape, I'm functional, but that radioactive guy wasn't out for blood."

Another sigh escaped his lips. He focused to look Heidi in the eyes, readying himself for what he was going to say next.

"Heidi. I know the last time I asked something of you, it didn't go well. But I need you to put faith in me again. I need help being this team's leader."

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The door swung open on it's own, and Bonny found herself staring at it in surprise for a few seconds before poking her head inside. She was met with two people; one she assumed to be Booker, and another lady that was introduced to her as Emma. She gave a small nod of acknowledgement, entering the room and shifting her gaze between the two. Which one of them opened the door? She shook the thought from her head, opting to ask the questions she had instead of bring up more.

 "Uh, he covered the basics on the flight here, yeah. And I got my class schedule and everything. Mostly just came to say hi and ask where breakfast is. And… to ask about additional mutation training". Her voice dropped a little bit at the end of her sentence, but she managed not to avert her gaze from the two. It felt a little bit embarrassing having to ask for specifics up front, but it was one she'd have to deal with. "I was told you know my mutation already, and I'd say I'm pretty good with it a lot of the time, but that's only after carrying around" she lifted her stuffed fox up "these all the time, and playing make belief enough for it to focus in my dreams. I… I can't handle nightmares when I have them. And that's something I need to learn to handle. Not get rid of them, I don't think that's possible, but I need to be able to confront them instead of panic. Maybe even control other dreams a bit better after a while as well".

 She paused, realizing she was rambling a bit. "Hah, sorry. I just came to ask for more details and maybe times for training, didn't mean to go off on that ramble." She let a smile cross her face. "I'm glad to be working with you both, though. You guys seem nice."


[System]
"Please, don't overestimate me..."

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title: Scaredy Cat Ninja

Gender: Female

Marital Status: Single

Age: 17

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family Ties: Nobody

Class: Ninja

Weapon Mastery(ies): Shurikens

Inventory: An Iron Kunai, Vulneraries, Gaius' Confect

Personality: An incredibly shy and self-conscious girl, who is, however, very passionate about ninjas and the kingdom she lives in. Pauline has an astonishing sweet tooth and has gotten quite good at making food, especially desserts.

Pauline has an incredibly low self-esteem and, for whatever reason, always thinks people are overestimating her. Because of that, she can lose motivation quite easily, but with her passion for ninjas, her home country and its protection, she recovers quickly. Pauline is also quite hardworking, and despite not being the bravest person you'll find in the army, she is very agile and has potential to become a great fighter.

She's also a diligent fighter for justice - even in small things, like everyone in the army getting their share of food. Pauline's incredibly thoughtful of others and tries to help healers the best she can, caring about everyone's health as much as they do.

Biography: Born in Jotenvarr in a family of historians, Pauline has always been interested in culture. You could easily find her libraries - she started spending huge amounts of time as soon as she learned to read. However, it wasn't mages or brave knights and lances who fascinated her, but ninjas. She could spend hours reading about them and telling her parents about the legends.
At the age of 10, her parents finally decided to start her training. Pauline was incredibly worried at first - after all, it would be the first time she was away from her home from so long.

The training was, unsurprisingly, quite tough. Pauline got homesick quite a few times, but managed to do quite well. Unsurprisingly, she excels at hiding herself and attacking from afar, as these skills are, perhaps, the most needed for a person as cowardly as she is.

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The Forest

The Ruins Are In Sight!

They were making an steady advance. Through the forest, trying to confuse their pursuers and Hyakuya smartly using the advantage his wings gave him.

If he made enough of a distraction for the Falcon Knight, the others might just reach the ruins unscathed, so Hirotsuka thought.

They still dominated the skies, though, and the Fox Spirit thief would soon learn this first hand.

Itazu decided to steer away from the main group and go his separate way in the forest, perhaps a single thief would be harder to notice, even more so if he's got fox ears to help him mesh with the forest around him.

Sadly for him, a wyvern rider already had his eye on him.

As the thief ran through the trees and bushes, confident of the fact that he was being stealthy, the wyvern rider followed after him, axe in hand.

Perhaps it was because he was running, or because he was too focused trying to be as stealthy as possible, but the thief did not seem to notice the flapping of the giagantic wings of the wyvern until it was too late.

In one swift move, the wyvern rider dove down towards the Itazu and spread both of its gigantic claws, before trapping him in a deadly clutch.

"Let me go!" The Fox Spirit shouted after the wyvern took off into the skies yet again.

With a smug smile in his face, the Wyvern Rider gave his victory for granted. He did not take into account, however, the fact that Itazu's slim arms would be able to slip out of the wyvern's grasp.

Itazu took his sword and stabbed the wyvern's eye, blinding it, upsetting it and, eventually, making all three of them hit the ground with a loud thud.

Not before a loud *crack* was heard and Itazu's hand fell to the side after being brutally crushed by the wyvern's claws.

"There goes one of them, huh?" Hirotsuka thought to herself.

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The Mausoleum

The knight recruits were good, if caught off guard due to the sudden Risen attack. Not that Illian could blame them, of course.

The melee fighters had been reduced to only three, and there was the Sorcerer and Bow man still standing.

Illian did not expect, though, for Lord Maximillian to be as rash as that.

He slipped past the melee fighters, not before stabbing one of the mercenaries right through its stomach, and struck the Archer directly on its face, throwing it against the wall before it disappeared into the ether.

Afterwards, he turned for the Sorcerer, but the Sorcerer was certainly faster than him at this point.

He lifted his right hand while he held a dark tome on his left hand. It could not talk, but its grunts clearly indicated that it was readying itself to cast its magic.

When Maximillian turned to confront it as well, he had already casted his magic.

Two strokes of black energy fell upon the man's body. Obviously surprised, the noble took a step back, but the Sorcerer expected this to happen. Yet two other strokes of black energy appeared in the same spot Maximillian had stumbled back to.

Illian was surprised that the Sorcerer still had such a tactical mind on it. She also felt a looming scolding and lecture from Lord Straizo afterwards, for having kind of killed his cousin, even if they did not spend as much time together.

The Royal Vanguard fell to his knees. It was at this point that Victor too hurried forward to help him, thoughtlessly, of course.

He approached Maximillian and readied his staff to heal him. However, the Axe Fighter Mikhail had ignored approached him from behind.

A quick but heavy strike to Victor's skull with the blunt side of its axe was all it took for Victor to fall unconscious.

Afterwards, the Risen brought his axe back up and stabbed Victor right through his chest, now that he had become unable to move, it was an easy kill.

Two knights down and four still remaining. Illian bit her thumb nail again. Were they all going to die just like that? Or were the four remaining knights be able to pass her test?

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@Sagittarius@Polaris North@Redstring@Sarcelle Renard@Eklispe@NeutralNexus@Lauder

[Assistant]
Hiro Anu

Hiro had turned back just in time to see the wyvern crush the Fox Spirit, one of their squad had actually died. Someone had lost their lives. That was when it fully dawned upon them that their instructor was not kidding when she had said no all of them would make it. His eyes widen, this wasn't right to him. The death of one of his comrades was setting in and he did not deal with death to greatly but he knew they all couldn't stay in the forest. "Everyone keep moving! We have to make it to the temple!," Hiro said to his teammates, turning back around and running. The fun thing was that they could actually make it to the temple, it was in his sights!

However, he saw two Pegasus riders dive bomb the group and so he called it out to his team "Pegasus riders right above us!" The archer fired arrows at the two to get them to veer off course, and it worked on one of them. The one that stayed was heading straight for him.

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Hyakuya

Hyakuya had his attention at the Falcon Knight in front of him. "You and your pegasus are one it seems." She was very skilled in steering her pegasus in the right direction every time and the two shared a great bond of trust. It was one thing that most riders needed. Trust with their mount. It also made Hyakuya's job of taking the Falcon Knight down a lot harder. His eyes darted to the group below him before back at the Falcon Knight. Distract it. That was his best option as of now. He quickly blew another fireball at the Falcon Knight and then retreated back. He had to keep her attention on him.

He then heard Itazu's shout and then averted some of his attention to the wyvern rider. It was in his sights so he could keep an eye on the Falcon Knight while seeing Itazu. Before Hyakuya could decide the best course of action, the three living beings fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a sickening sound. The sound was familiar. Years may have passed but the memories were still fresh in his mind. "May you rest in peace." He muttered to himself before turning his full attention once more on the Falcon Knight.

"As always, you never pull any punches in anything you do Hirotsuka." The manakete said out loud, certain that the instructor would hear him. He didn't seem at all bothered with the sudden death of his now teammate. Well he wasn't. Considering how many teammates he had lost in the war, he wasn't all that bothered by a death of another one. At least he took down one with him which would make it easier for them to either incapacitate all of them or get to the ruins quicker.

His ears perked up as he heard Hiro shout that Pegasus Riders were coming for them. Naturally, the manakete would help but he was currently busy with a Falcon Knight. He could only hope that these soldiers can do something so they wouldn't get another death in their hands. He actually wanted to divert his attention and shoot at the Pegasus Knight but that isn't very bright because it would be considered as an opening and he might not be as lucky as he was earlier and actually not avoid the strike.

[Assistant]
Tybalt Argyris

The sound of the Wyvern falling from the sky caught Tybalt's attention, but the sound of his trainee comrade being crushed caused him to jump slightly. Up until this point, he had waived off the idea that the training would be lethal, nobody would haphazardly kill their own recruits to prove a point, right?

Wrong.

Their thief had died, he brought down one of the wyverns, but had perished in the struggle leaving the mage in momentary shock. His tried to form words for a second, but nothing came out. He snapped back out of his shock to the sound of Hiro shouting to make a break for the fort and beginning to run off ahead.

"Sir Hiro! Wait! Don't split off!" He shouted, only to be a half-step too late. "They'll pick you off!"

Tybalt hated being right, seeing two Pegasus Knights drop out of the sky to try and take the young archer down. Hiro only had time for one hastily fired shot, which caused one of the pegasus to veer off course. The other one continued its course, the attack unavoidable for Hiro.

Luckily, Tybalt was more than ready to fight back, his original panic turned to focus and determination. Nobody else would die today. He charged forward, his arm glowing in magical power with increasing intensity with each passing step, his cloak flowing behind him as he ran to get within range, hoping the lance fighter was at his side to prevent a counter attack. He ignored the Pegasus that veered off course, concentrating only on the one descending on Hiro. He had only an instant to get the shot in before the lance struck the archer.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" He shouted, jutting his arm forward to release a cone of wind, a tornado of wind crescents imbued by green magic. The Pegasus Knight noticed the attack a half-second too late, trying to ascend and avoid the blow only to be caught up in it. The tornado slammed into the beast and its rider, causing the both of them to be launched backward, away from Hiro, before bouncing off of a nearby tree and thundering into the ground, kicking up dirt and rock as they landed. As Tybalt continued to jog toward the archer, he took note of his defeated for.

He could see they were still moving, causing Tybalt to breath a sigh of relief. His foes were still alive, thank the gods, but they would not be getting up any time soon.

"Are you alright?"  Tybalt asked Hiro, placing a hand on his shoulder. "These knights are trying to split us off, like I said before. If we split up, we'll end up like the Fox Spirit. We have to stick together, alright?"

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Diana

Diana's eyes narrowed as the fox attempted to make a break for it like a scared bird and like a scared bird, it was summarily swooped upon and killed. Though to the fox's credit he managed to kill the wyvern rider that had attacked him. It was mildly surprising that someone had actually died, but honestly it wasn't too unexpected. They had been warned after all. More pegasus knights dived from above, one diverted by Hiro's snap shot, the other practically torn apart by Tybalt's ferocious wind attack. One knight down, one wyvern rider down. The falcon knight was preoccupied with the manakete. That left two knights and two wyverns still ready to attack.

 As if to punctuate her thought a wyvern rider swooped down to strike at Hyakuya in conjunction with the falcon knight and another knight came diving at Tybalt, who was busy talking to Hiro. Diana simply took one step to position herself between the rider and its prey, with her spear point down towards the dirt, deceivingly useless. The spear practically screamed towards her, moments before it intersected with her flesh Diana slammed her shield into the side of the lance with exquisite timing and the point was rudely shoved into the dirt. The rider was remarkably quick thinking and managed to release the lance before it unseated her and quickly disengaged, though now disarmed. Diana let out a small growl, pesky creatures, never committing to an attack long enough for her to land a blow. Not for the first time she wished she had a roll of javelins with her.  "Sticking together is good and all but we need to make some more progress, either in killing these things or making it to the ruin." Diana said bluntly.

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Hiro and Tybalt already have good teamwork, Pauline noted. "Defending the fighters who have the biggest advantage over their enemies is great, but forgetting about other will definitely not help anyone", she thought as she climbed one of the trees. Even the best fighter will have trouble when outnumbered. And there they were, the Falcon Knight and the manakete fighting for their lives-- what, what was that shout? She looked down to see a fallen wyvern, its rider and... Is that the thief? Pauline blinked, trying to focus. Light fur peeked from under the beast's body. Oh, death was unevitable, but she was still scared of it.

Pauline glanced at Hyakuya and slowly, carefully moved as close to the falcon knight as she could. Damn, the rider's fast. She clenched her kunai, and, focusing all of her strength on it, aimed for the pegasus' side. The blade swiftly flew through the air, barely hitting the rider - she noticed it and managed to reflect it with her lance. Pauline scowled and growled slightly, grabbing another blade. "I hope that the kunai will at least distract the rider somehow" - she muttered as she threw it at the adversary.