[System]
Username: Frapet
Race/Species: Dwarf

Gender: Male

Age: 87

Career/Class: Fire Alchemist, whiskey brewer

Weapons:

* Runed iron gauntlets
* A great variety of concoctions that enable him to set things aflame or make things explode
* A set of iron hatchets, one on each thigh

Physical Description: Halbark physically is a stereotypical Dwarf with broad shoulders and a lush beard. Were it not that he is fully covered in red dragon tattoos and burns. His beard is braided in several short singed points tied together with different metal ornaments. If he ever takes of his leather and metal mask with the gaping mouth it would be visible that the Dwarf's face is scar-tattooed with the oathbreaker sigil.

Armor:Halbark wears a set of iron gauntlets over leather under-gloves. He nigh always wears a mask made out of leather and iron, engraved with runes of flame and other flame sigaldry. His trousers are also of a thick leather with a few protective plates on the knees and upper thighs. The belt of his trousers is lined with flasks of different sizes and some claywork 'balls'.

Equipment/Other Halbark brings along a backpack with a wooden case at the center that functions as his alchemy lab, the sides and top are worked over with a leather harness to put on flasks, sleeping gear and so on, it is topped with a small wooden cask of whiskey.

Mental Description/Personality: The fumes and liquids that Halbark uses to work his craft have a strange effect on a man, or a dwarf for that matter. Due to the excessive alcohol-like liquid intake and inhalation Halbark has formed a split personality of sorts, in a way that he always refers to himself as Gurnson and has entire conversations with himself, especially during battle. Luckily he is usually in agreement with himself. He never talks about his past or other Dwarfs, and seemingly tries to maintain a permanent state of drunkness, even though he calls it 'sampling ingredients'. Most would simply call him mad.

Goals: To stay drunk enough to avoid dragging the past into the present.

Background/History:
* Halbark grew up as a member of the FarForger clan in the Forge-City of Thundrim-Garugil. He grew up as the son of a miner family. During his times working in the mines he grew especially interested in the alchemist guild who provided the miners with light, fire and most of all explosions (this is the order in which Halbark likes them most).Halbarks curiousity was noticed by the Alchemists Guild and they educated him.
* With this education Halbark travelled from Thundrim to Thundrim to help excavating new minerals, light halways or purge mines from critters in a rigorous manner. During an excavation in Thundrim-Tarok things backfired, badly. He lost several guilds-members and miners due to a too early explosion of a liquid that was meant to rid the mine of its unwanted denizens. Halbark tried to flee to another city but was captured and branded an oathbreaker when it had turned out he hadn't helped the few survivors of the explosion get out of the rubble.
* Ever since Halbark has travelled with various mercenary companies, circuses and preforming companies to provide his special spark, as he likes to call it.
* His wandering has brought him to the town of Starkvale where his excessive drinking and need for expensive supplies has forced him to seek a job once more.

[User]
Zin was unable to retrieve his thrown weapon by the time he was set upon by two dastardly looking bandits. One on either side of him, they both grinned thinking they had the upper hand. Zin quickly tumbled to the side as both bandits charged without a word.

Zin gritted his teeth in pain as the shielded bandit managed to slice his shoulder as he tumbled away. Blood streamed down his left arm. He cursed to himself. He was getting sloppy in his exhaustion and it could cost him his life if he wasn't careful. Thinking he had to end this quickly Zin rushed forward before the bandits could recoup from their failed charge.

In several blurry moments, Zin swiftly managed to elbow the burly bandit with the mace in the gut, knocking him over. This gave Zin time to deal with the one who had wounded him. Then lean bandit cried out and swung again, which Zin narrowly blocked. Then Zin parried, but missed.

Just as the Bandit with the mace regained his senses and attempted to get back to his feet, Zin kicked him in the chest sending him right back to the ground. Zin twirled out-of-the-way as the other bandit attacked from behind. Then out of sheer luck, Zin sliced clean through the lean man's wrist as the bandit went to swing at the spot Zin had been standing. The bandit screamed in horror as his sword, still clenched in his dismembered hand, fell to the ground.

 "Oh Shut Up! You always were a sniveling little girl," the other bandit said as he finally regained his feet. He swung his mace, smacking his companion on the back of the head. The first bandit dropped and his killer then set his eyes on Zin. Apparently, Honor amongst thieves only went so far.

Zin dodged the mace again, staying just outside the bandit's range. It was much harder to block against a heavy mace with only a single kukri and Zin was growing more and more ragged by the minute. Suddenly Zin found himself with a face full of dirt. He had tripped over a dead body in an attempt to evade the bandit's mace. However, Zin had just enough time to roll over to see the bandit standing over him. The bandit had the mace lift up high ready to deliver a powerful blow but he left his middle exposed. Zin thrust his kukri right into the man's gut and twisted. The bandit spat out blood as he realized his mistake, then his knees gave collapsing right on top of Zin.

[Assistant]
As Hobnob and his crew switched locations, an arrow had struck one of his compatriots in the leg. It did not kill him however. That was 2 wounded now. One just here, and another Gnome by the Ogre back across the bridge. They were lucky none were dead, and good thing both wounded Gnomes had been coincidentally hit in the legs. The wounded one was dragged by the others to their new location, but he seemed to still be able to hold a musket if he leaned up against a tree. Their team fired volleys that killed a few bandits, but did an even better job with distractions as Jex the Predator ripped through their flanks, chopping and slitting throats with expert precision.

Meanwhile Zin's furious combat and Arassel's dance of death were mixed in with the maelstrom of combat around them. Arassel finished her opponent off. The man was skilled, but she found a crease in his armor through one of her feints that had him swinging wide. His kidney was subsequently pierced and he fell to the ground, bleeding and dying. Zin survived and dispatched the two men (or, incapacitated one and killed the other) and was now on the ground with a body atop him. Thankfully, the sounds and din of battle was slowly ebbing down, which allowed him to get up without fear of being attacked. The Knights held the line, and partially in thanks to the bloody swath the Mercenaries (with their element of surprise) dealt. The bandits were now in full retreat, fleeing back into the forest or down the road.

The door to the Coach opened up to reveal a tall man, with caramel skin and a haughty look about him. He seemed to be Ra'Sheek in ethnicity, with long dark hair and bejeweled clothing. The only sounds left of the battle were Hobnob's crew's final volley, before all began to gather upon the road.

"I deed not zink we vould survive, truth be told." Regeland the Duelist said, wiping the blood off his blade with the shirt of a fallen bandit. There were now only 8 Knights left, and 3 of them were wounded. Jex strode out of the trees, his red scales splotted with a more crimson color from the blood of his enemies. A few of the Knights held their swords up warily at the creature.

"And what prompted this act of charity?" The Lord from the carriage asked. He let the words hang in the air, then he sighed. "Forgive me. It does not do you justice for me to distrust you fine folk for coming to our aid. We very well might have been killed. Are you adventurers?"

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Nuva's attack was powerful and precise. The door was burst open and nearly shattered, and Nuva managed to slay both guards while gaining only the merest of cuts on his arm from a wild sword blade in the right guard's last desperate attempt to save himself. Morek charged past Nuva, comically ducking under the Dark Skayleigh's swing as he barreled into the room. The Sorcerer in the center looked aghast at the intruders. Indeed, he said as much.

"Intruders!" he cried, pointing his gnarled staff at Morek. Dark, sickly green tendrils shot out of his staff. A spell that had already been prepared for the dire circumstance of being attacked unawares. Morek ducked that too, but the energy still washed over him. He grit his teeth, but was now being severely weakened from the dark magic that seemed to be draining his considerable strength.
"What!?" the Sorcerer cried, dismayed that his magic was working far less effectively than it should have. Most men would have shriveled up at the blast and passed on to the realm of Nar'Rog, but Morek inexorably moved forward, getting close enough to cleave his Axe to the side and embedding his blade into the Sorcerer's knee. The man cried out and fell over, clutching his ruined leg as Morek fell to his knees, himself. The Dwarf was very much alive, and as soon as the sickly energy had stopped hitting him, he seemed to be getting healthier once more.

He did not have the strength to lift his axe again yet however, so he crawled toward the Sorcerer and grabbed his robes, lifting his huge fist to punch the man. Kayden had run through just behind Nuva at this point. "Morek!" he called, sword drawn.
The three bandit guards left looked to one another, unsure of who to attack first until the door behind them burst open by Halbark the Dwarven Alchemist.

In the center of the room, the body that was at the center of the blood ritual began to writhe to and fro, distorting grotesquely.
@Jbcool@BCTheEntity@frapet@Fuzzybootz@Austronaut

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Hobnob and his crew emerged from the bushes as The Lord asked if they were adventurers. The gnome who had been his in the leg with an arrow was hobbling along next to Hobnob and using him as a crutch. "Take Pint-sized Pat back to the camp and have Dr Diminutive patch him up" Hobnob whispered to Titch as 1 of the gnomes' companions answered The Lord's question.
"Sure thing, Boss" Titch replied as he took Pint-Sized Pat off Hobnob's hands and walked him back to the camp.

Hobnob then turned to 2 of the 4 remaining members of his crew Smaller Benjamin and Smallest Benjamin. "Our work here is done" Hobnob whispered "Go pack up the traps and get them back to the camp. You can disarm the traps using the secret phrase: 'Stop being so deadly'. Understand?".
The 2 gnomes nodded before walking off to recover the traps. Hobnob and the 2 remaining members of his crew (Small Benjamin and Big-As-A-Dwarf Barry) then turned to look at what was happening with the others.

[Assistant]
Frankly, Nuva felt now was a bad time to allow that ritual to come to completion, if it hadn't already done so. A brief glance round seemed to put everyone else in good standings for the moment... the enchantress seemed to be unoccupied, so his next sentence targeted her: 'Cassilda, help me put that thing down if you still can!' he called, gesturing to the distorting freak of nature even as he moved toward it. With little fanfare, he hefted his maul and slammed it down toward the corpse-thing's chest, even as he raised his spiked arm in a motion to ram it through its malforming skull immediately afterward. Of course, if that went as planned, it'd die after the maul alone, but if not... if it for whatever reason managed to survive... well, he'd at least have it pinned to one spot, if it didn't simply tear itself free or, gods forbid, dodge in the throes of its mutation.

@Austronaut

[User]
"Prepare to be burned clean of your heresies, oh scoundrels!"

Halbark recited from a back-alley play he once did the effects for (before the company he was with was blamed for a district-wide fire) while yanking the door open. With his other hand he grabbed a drinking skin from his wood cabinet-backpack and squeezed it hard to make the cork pop and gush the liquid into his mouth. He swallowed a portion of it before becoming aware that three bandits were moving towards him. He gurgled something as he squashed the drinking skin in-between his two gauntlets, letting the liquid pour over his fists. That was about the time that the first guard heaved his claymore and rushed forward to make the dwarf a little shorter.

Things started going fast from there, the skin dropped from Halbarks gauntlets and with a flick of his fingers they were set ablaze. The other two bandits were startled by this but the one already engaging pummelled on with a scream that quickly turned from berserk courage to agony when Halbark spewed the liquid towards the attacker and hefted his flaming gauntlet to ignite it into a blazing fury. The Bandit hacked blindly but Halbark had sidestepped the swing and the blade hit the floor hard, sending it out of the man's hands and clattering across the floor as the man grabbed his burning face. Virgil and Haukford would probably take care of that is what must've gone through Halbarks mind for he ran for the other two guards that were standing there in bewilderment not only because of what had just happened to their childhood friend, but also because the dwarf was actually singing.

"Burn their faces and drink their wine, every art-defacing, dark arts practicing heretic is a swine."

It was quite clear which words Halbark mixed in on the fly by the way he sung them, the first bit of the next line wasn't audible due to the heavy thump of the fiery gauntlet slamming into the shield of one of the two bandits. As Halbark came back on the ground again from the jump he had just preformed he finished the sentence:

"- and their charred corpses will soon be mine."

Halbarks gauntlet caught the blade and punched the bandit square between his legs with a flaming gauntlet, he dropped the sword due to it, but his shield bashed hard into the dwarfs face, sending him toppling backwards.


[System]
Nickname/Alias :
Age : 18
Gender : Female
Sexuality : "What kinda application is this, anyway?"

Personality : She's a carefree girl who enjoys music and friendship. A bit of a drifter, but she'll stick around if there's something to stay for.

Magic Type : Lost Caster
Mage Rank : Mage
Magic : Energy Make
Spells : As a Molding magic, I will instead describe its properties. As the wielder of shaped raw magic power, the properties of the magic she shapes is based on her perception of it. She can make objects only she can touch, or scythe blades that inflict only pain. They retain their shape only as long as she focuses on them.

Biography : Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, including training with her magic (as she quite enjoyed its use and convenience), until one day, she woke to the manor in turmoil. Something was coming. She could detect a mild panic among the manor staff and guard, and their butler soon came to take her to the shelter, with her mother. Safe there, they hid until the danger had certainly passed. They emerged to find... nothing left, and the master nowhere to be found. They were both directed to a friend in the city, a friend of her father's, who would be happy to take care of them. When they met the man, he was of modest means, working in a Mage Guild. Trinity stepped away from the offer, not wanting to add the burden of two mouths to such a man. Instead, she elected to go on a journey as a minstrel, to see the world and write song. She found herself, eventually, in Fiore...

Other: She is not strictly a Caster mage, as she has a number of magic gadgets she can requip, as well. She's a collector, particularly of gemstones. Her most prized possession is an old gnarled tree-staff with a crescent moon of some mysterious metal resting at the top.

[User] Iggy was relieve that the person at least seemed hurt. Didn't look like anything had been done to Karn. So things were all good. He was introduced by Mimi who in turn also introduced the others. "Long as your not here to try and hurt anyone we'd love to have you join." His demeanor hanged. More relaxed and cheerful as was te usual. "And Karn. Be more aware. What if someone stowed away and tried to hurt you?!" He said quickly turning his attention to the transforming Mage.

[Assistant]
"Oh be quiet fur ball," Luka replied as she propped herself upright before jumping to her feet. She stretched her arms in the air and let out a satisfied groan as she felt her energy return from her outburst moments before. She picked up her staff from where she had let it fall onto the floor and with a flourish returned it to its place on her back. It sparked slightly in reply to its mistresses touch. Luka dusted her skirt off, followed by each arm individually in turn. Finally she ran her fingers through her overly long white hair. She scanned the room, very much aware that certain wizards were avoiding her gaze. That was always pleasing.

Luka ignored the prospective new guild member for the moment, the fur ball and the dragon slayers clearly had that firmly in hand. Luka played no part in allowing people to join the guild anyway and rarely brought anyone to join, so her opinion was more or less irreverent in her own opinion. Not that she had a problem with the musical girl joining the guild per see. It was just that Luka's current less than stellar temperament was ill suited for any heart warming conversations. She needed something a little less...enthusiastic. Which is why after scanning the room she made her way over to another wizard that she did not recognise but already seemed to be a guild member. As it turned out his name was Torie.

Luka was often away on missions so it was pretty common to come back to unfamiliar faces in the guild. Fairy Tail would often take just about anyone after all, so she often made at least a token gesture toward familiarity. Besides it was often nice to get an introduction in before the rumours did it for her. Luka came to a stop just a few feet away from from where Torie was sitting and looked at him in an appraising manner. "You should wear a helmet, it would suit you, I think," Luka said conversationally after humming thoughtfully to herself. His hair was a lovely colour.

Luka offered her hand to the wizard. "My name is Luka, Luka...Magnolia. I know, it's the same as the name of the town, there's nothing more to it than that, its just an unfortunate...coincidence." Luka sat on the edge of a nearby table as she spoke. "About what you might have seen earlier," she started to say and trailed off as she blushed slightly in embarrassment. "That was just, ummm, well, you'll get used to that, it happens a lot. People also call me 'Livewire'. I can be a little...erratic."

[User]
Karn chuckled at Iggy's excitement, before tilting his head slightly as the fire dragonslayer got protective over the fact that someone hitched a ride. The beast's ears witches and glanced over to the cart.

"Well, on the way home a lot of people decided to take a ride and nothing happened. And she seemed harmless." Karn answered before sticking his tongue out playfully to Luka and looking to the two dragonslayers as they interacted with the hitchhiker.

A deep purr rumbling as the music playing wizard leaned against him, nodding in agreement to Mimi as she handled introductions. "Nice to meet you!" Karn chirped cheerfully before looking to Iggy with curious amber eyes as he was scolded.

Humming a little, he transformed back into his human form, making sure Trinity didn't fall from the sudden change in shape before brushing down the frilly dress and tapped his chin with a slender gloved finger.

"Well, none of the people I met seemed mean. Though I guess there was that rowdy bunch of fellows in that one town. They ran off though when they found out I was a guy though." Karn hummed thoughtfully before smiling brightly as he picked up a box from his cart filled with sweet. "Plus I was given some nice gifts!" he chirped as he munched on a cookie as he innocently looked at his fellow guild mates.

[Assistant]
"Aah, he's a wizard, then? I had my suspicions, but I wasn't sure." Trinity watched the Chimera for a moment before turning back to the woman addressing her. "You're asking me to join your guild? Aah, haha, I suppose I'm flattered! But, if I joined every Wizard's Guild I walked into, I'd already be in a guild by now." The minstrel shook her head, her fingers still dancing. "But, I've heard much of this town of this town during my travels. I think I'll be sticking around for a bit, and then I might join you."

This other guy, the fire mage, was a little overprotective, wasn't he? A guy with a transformation like that Chimera form shouldn't have too many problems. What a rare creature... which, thinking about it, the two in front of her were dragon slayers. She'd really have to stick around, now. With this many rare things together, there must be something worth a song or two. Probably more.

She had started to pet the side of the Chimera she was leaning on, when he suddenly transformed back to his normal self, and steadied her so she wouldn't fall. A woman? A really flat one. Somehow, she wasn't sure. That girl told her the Transformation mage was a boy, but... maybe it was just the dress.

[User]
Mimi giggled slightly at the way the girl looked at Karn. "I get that his appearance may be confusing but you get used to his way of dressing over time and come to love it." She said smiling at Trinity and Karn.

Mimi then turned her attention towards I guy and smacked the back of his head. "I get that you are protective of our guild mates but you can't be yelling at people for being stupid because if you did that would mean someone would be constantly yelling at you for being stupid. Hopefully that doesn't just pass through your head without you understanding flame brain" Mimi said

[Assistant]
Torie was occupying himself by simply watching the interactions between Karn, Trinity, Mimi, and Iggy, snickering to himself when Karn brought up the part about the guys hitching a ride running off. What he didn't expect of all things was for the girl in white to come over to his table and say that he should wear a helmet. Thinking for a moment before she extended her head, he thought: "...Wait...I-I'm not that homely, am I?"

Once she extended her hand, he wiped his right hand off on the side of his pants and took her hand in for a handshake. "Torie. Torie Derringer. And, don't worry about it. Everybody has bad days." he says, thinking that she was talking about her collapsing onto the floor. He formed a green glyph over his left hand and materialized his helmet, plopping it onto his head. "And, I guess helmets do kinda suit me."

[User] "That's really rich coming from you." Iggy said to Mimi as he rubbed the back of his head. He wasn't that dumb so he didn't get why that was the area she decided to put him down in. "Don't get all high and mighty. You've never beaten me in a match after all. And I don't think you could do much better on a test than me either." He chuckled a bit. "And I wouldn't yell at everyone. I didn't even really yell at Karn. He's just... Easy to take advantage of." He sighed. "And you know Karn. Look at him. He's too trusting and kind. It's... It's worrisome." He admitted as he patted Karn on the head. Then he noticed Luka. "H-hey Mimi..." He changed the subject. "Luka approached Torie. Luka made a move." He whispered snickering lightly no doubt taking a page from Happy's book.

[Assistant] "Learn to tell when people are joking Iggy. I know you are smarter than you may seem but you are dense. You've never beaten me at a match either you know. They always are ended before it's done or we end up equally defeated." Mimi said rolling her eyes at the fact he was taking her to literally. "Yeah I worry about Karn too sometimes. But that's why he's the best of us. His kindness is unbeatable." Mimi smiled before taking notice to Luka's approach to Torie. "She l-l-l-lllllikes him" Mimi whispered back copying the way Happy talks.

[User]
Luka's eyes opened wide as she spun around, her staff gripped in both hands in a clearly defensive manner. A slight blush evident on her face. "S-shut up Iggy!" was the best that she could manage at first. Her blush deepening as Mimi deliberately joined in. Luka was not interested in ANYONE in that kind of way and would have preferred it if such BLATANT accusations could go ignored. Unfortunately she was so easy to rile up that this was never going to be the case. Especially since the scale for brains had caught her off guard. Without thinking she had already grabbed hold of her staff and was cradling it in front of her body in a clearly defensive manner. For a brief moment she had absolutely no idea what to say. And then she regained herself.

Lightning Rod was slowly and very deliberately lowered toward Iggy specifically, held in her right hand as arcs of yellow electricity crackled around its tip. For a moment her eyes seemed obscured by shadow and her expression was grim. But only for a moment. An evil smile spread from the corner of her mouth and her eyes narrowed in a dangerous but playful manner. Her long white hair started billowing as the ground below her took on a yellow hue. "Oh I get it, you want to play Iggy, Mimi," she said with very specific meaning. Several nearby wizards had very quickly cleared a path, just in a case a very regular Fairy Tail occurrence was about to take place.

[Assistant]
Karn chuckled before looking to the new girl with a happy smile at her confused expression and Mimi explaining that it was pretty normal. The transforming wizard nodded in agreement and scratched his cheek a little.

"Yup! I usually end up like this. This time to help a cafe." he grinned.

~One month Ago~

Karn was walking through a town in his Chimera form, humming along as he pulled his cart full of things. Deciding to take a break, he transformed back as a human and stretched ou, wearing his normal clothes of a gray shirt, black jacket and pants and his beige scarf. It didn't take too long for a male cafe owner to pop up in front of him and clasp Karn's hands into his own.

"You're perfect! Miss please I beg of you! My poor Maid Cafe isn't doing so well after my star maid went out sick! Please, I'll pay you, I just need a cute girl to help me for a day or two!" the owner said pleadingly.

Karn blinked a couple times up at him as he tilted his head to the side. "Well.. I would love to, but if I don't get back soon my friends might worry." he said before jumping a little as the man got on his hands and knees.

"Please miss! I'm begging here! Just for a little while!" The cafe owner pleaded.

After a moment, Karn gave up and smiled brightly, and before he could even say yes, he was dragged into the shop and had a outfit shoved in front of him before being shoved in the bathroom. Then he spent a entire week working as a maid.

~Present~
"And that's what happened. He let me keep the costume and some of the cafe sweets. They're really good. Stuff like that happens a lot to me. I got used to dressings up this way." Karn chuckled softly before purring happily as Iggy patted the top of his head.

"Awe don't worry Iggy! I know you just care about me." he smiled brightly before watching the two dragonslayers tease Luka, who in turn reacted at first in embarrassment before getting ready for a good ol' Fairy Tail brawl.

Taking a few steps back, and taking Trinity with him, he softly chuckled. "Always be prepared for a sudden Fairy Tail brawl. They're fun to watch, buuuuut can get a bit crazy." he mused. Awe how he had missed the guild.

[User] This guy got caught up helping some maid cafe, so he was dressed like this? Got confused for a girl, too. "Wow. Most guys wouldn't be too happy about getting confused for a girl." Karn pulled her aside pretty soon, in response to fightin' words. "Oooh, a wizard fight?" She grinned softly to herself, wondering how strong the participants were. "I can take care of myself, but thank you, Karn." Her eyes dart between the three mages, her harp playing slowing down as she anticipates a fight.


[System]
Age:
 Whenever a clone is created, the age of said clone can be decided, issues can happen when the clone is created above the age of forty. The original is sixty years old.
Appearance:

Though their hair is actually dull green.
Personalities:
 They seem pretty sane, but this is compared to everyone else in the building. A little too trusting though intelligent, and lack common sense. Their stories are rather boring, and their social skills are almost nonexistent. The only one who has a very different personality besides the original is one called 'Old Eve'.
 Name: 'Old Eve'
age:?
appearance:
 she looks like an eighty year old version of any of the Eves.
personality:
 She demands that others respect her as a "fragile old lady", though she is anything but that. She can zoom about the place at inhuman speeds, and wack thing with surprising strength using her cane. She likes insulting the youth of today, and gossiping, as well as belittling other peoples lifestyles. Unlike all the other Eves, she is not very intelligent. Actually she's to the point of being kinda dumb.
History:
They tried to make a ninety year old Eve for an experiment that needed some one of an older age group, but the incubator was not made to make older clones, and the result was a freak of nature. The Eve was used in the experiment, and surprisingly survived. After this, she became a freeloader in the building. People naturally didn't like her personality, so they would perform "experiments" which very thinly hide that they were just attempts to kill her. After that didn't work they actually did research based on the question, "can 'Old Eve' die".
History:
The original Eve Tyler has intelligence to match Argent McAllister, and is prominent in the history of scientific discovery. She specializes in biology, but has made breakthroughs in other branches of science. She is famous for her advances in cloning, allowing clones to live as long as non-clones, if not longer.
The clones were first intended to help her with her research, but as they were just as intelligent as her, they did their own thing and were making scientific discoveries as fast as she was. Being narcissistic, and having always thought herself the best, she did not take well to her knew competition. She modified the template that was based on her DNA and neural engrams, so that they would become "Less charismatic" versions of her. These were great at doing the job of assisting, and continued to serve her until she went into retirement at the age of 55.
She then donated most of her clones and the incubator to 'Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory for the Science' as it was her starting place (and they really needed the help). The clones are mostly used more as tools then people, and have a wide verity of uses. They rarely start their own projects, and when they do, it's almost always something to restore the building (this usually ends up destroying the whole building, or large portions of it, but they somehow manage to return the building to its previous state, if not with a new scar, rather quickly, and in a way that leaves people wondering how it was done). Their main job is assisting the other scientists with research (even though they are actually more intelligent than half of them), and doing most of the maintenance jobs. They are commonly used as test subjects and have a high mortality rate (except 'Old Eve' who is almost as unkillable as Rex).
Eve Tyler created a multi purpose tool with the name Eve Tyler, it is usefull for cleaning, assiting reasearch, and preforming experiments on.

Interesting Physical Traits:
 Large glasses. And the fact it's a group of clones is pretty interesting.
Items:
 they all have a device that can do an untold number of things, for example, clean up the miniature black holes that sometimes pop up, fix frayed ends of time lines, and restore the building when it's destroyed.
Other characters are free to use them as much, and for whatever they want.

[User]
Eliana Elatir
interacting with Mari @cynder

Eliana yawned, stretching her arms up over her head and blinking her eyes open. She sat up, stretching again, and easing out of her luxurious bed that was made out of a matchbox lined with beanbags and cotton balls and soft cloths. She padded across the smooth desk, fumbling for the switch that turned on the strings of Christmas lights that ran along the ceiling of her cardboard box suite. Standing before the tin-foil mirror, she ran a pink plastic hairbrush (that looked suspiciously like a Barbie doll's) through her fiber-optic locks. She slipped into her standard attire, fitted blue dress and somewhat sheer white lab coat with a monogrammed "E" on it. She settled her silver circlet (that marked her role as Grand Duchess) onto her head, and threaded her wings through the slits in the back of her clothes, fluttering a few times to get the circulation to them going.

She opened the small swinging doors that split her boxy home in two. She turned on the tiny ultraviolet lamp, sighing in relief as her wings trembled, drawing in the energy. When she had enough to get through the morning, she switched the light back to the normal and roused Aeona. The sleepy puffsprite yawned, leaping at Eliana and clinging to her, all six limbs wrapped around her torso. "We go work?" The little creature chirped, running its antennae over Eliana's face, draping its fluffs over her head and shoulders.

"Yes, Aeona, we're going to work."

"Yay! I play with Mickey and Minnie!" The puffsprite flailed some of its fluffs and its antennae. Mickey and Minnie were the lab mice that were being used to test the effect of the neurotoxin. "Wait, do I get to eats them?"

"Yes, yes.-- wait, no! I mean yes, you get to play with them, but no, you don't get to eat them yet. If you ask nicely Woro might give you a bite of steak."

"But steak is icky when cooked. I like juicy."

Eliana laughed, bouncing the puffsprite on her hip and causing it to say "wheee!"

The Grand Duchess exited her box, fluttering up into what was the lab's breakroom. The others here had been kind enough to give her a cardboard box that rested in the corner, behind the counter. She stretched again, straightening her lab coat, and then exited the break room through the mail slot. She flew straight to the lab, grinning as Aeona detached from around her waist and fell in slow-motion, its fluffs spinning around her, into the mouse cage. The mice flinched away from the small puffsprite, which wobbled over to them anyway and clung to one of them. Eliana giggled, turning to leave - Aeona would take care of itself.

She flew to the bedroom of Mari Suya and tapped on the doorframe. "Mari? Are you awake yet, dear?"

[Assistant]
Mari Suya
Interacting with: @RomanAria

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Mari Suya was blaring My Chemical Romance to adjust to her daily emotions and also to ignore the chaos of the laboratory that was in motion just on the other side of her bedroom door (especially when someone was begging for her help - she was so compassionate, but why would she help them when nobody else did?) when she heard a tiny knock at the door. At first she believed that she had imagined it, but there was a voice along with it: "Mari? Are you awake yet, dear?"

It sounded like Eliana, the token. . fairy space woman(?) who also took up residence at this hell hole of a "laboratory". Mari knew Eliana and she also knew Argent, Philip, Maya, Denny, Worogoro, and all the others who were somehow affiliated with the laboratory as well, but there was always the question of her fondness of the individuals. For some reason, Mari often found that she got along with men more than women and it didn't had NOTHING to do with jealousy. She did like Eliana though. Or rather, she thought of Eliana as a friendly rival who was not as perfect as she was, but close.

"I'm awake," Mari shouted, getting up from the desk that was in her room only to head over to the door and find herself face-to-face with the miniature woman, "Did you need something?"

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Maya stared at the iron door, which she had to scramble away from to avoid ending up looking like a pancake, at her feet. She lifted her head to look at Worogoro, who looked just as confused as she did; and then the moment ended - both started scrambling about. Of course, Maya was trying to escape, and the ork was trying to keep her in. Before she could even reach the other end of the room, the iron door was back up, and Maya ran right into it with a loud clank!

Maya groaned, rubbing her head as she lifted herself from the floor, just in time for Worogoro's entrance:

"Lissen 'ere, you want da meetz den youz gotta annoy da big boss. Also, no eatin' me squig eitha!" Maya looked at the squig, rather unappetisingly; even she wouldn't touch that thing with a 10 foot pole. Unless of course, it was chewing on her leg, as it often would whenever Worogoro and Maya got into a scrap.

"But you're my big boss, Pickle," she cooed, almost flirtatiously, as she approached the giant ork. And much like a spidermonkey, Maya pounced onto the giant figure and scampered about in order to avoid being pulled back off. Worogoro wasn't in any real danger, because there was no way that Maya could actually tear into the little amount of face that he actually left exposed.

Instead, Maya was too busy looking for any trace of the steak that she'd spied earlier. Eventually, Maya stopped scampering around, instead decided to unleash her inner sloth and lock her arms and legs around Worogoro's large arm, her head by his armored hand. No matter how hard she was shaken, Maya didn't seem to care, in fact - she found it fun.

[Assistant]
Worogoro

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"Iz not ya boss, ya zoggin' grot! Wait... akkualy, yes! Iz iz ya boss so listen ta me 'umie!" the ork bellowed as he stamped about, flailing his mechanical body as Maya preformed some excellent gymnastics on his large body, "N mahz not Pickles fo da last time! Gerrroff me!"

There was however, a certain fondless in the way the girl said how he was her big boss that rang in Worogoro's head. Not beacuse of how she said it but the fact she said it at all as all orks have the desire to become the biggest, greenest, meanest warboss. 'Bout time I got meself sun respek 'ere. Worogoro thought to himself as he attempted to shake the girl off as she hunted down his stake. In a desperate attempt to save the meat, the ork threw it at (literally) his pet squid who was sent back as the chunk of meat hit him in the face, "RUN MY SQUIG, RUN!"

Shaking the stars (and possible concussion) it had out of its head, the squig grabbed the meat and ran upstairs. It kept running up and up until it found its way into the office of big boss Phillips. In the mean while, its owner was still wrestling with the monkey attached to him. Worogoro shouted another great roar of anger as he shook the girl, once again shaking the building through sound waves alone.

Wretching the child off with his other hand, the ork threw her back into her padded room and went in, closing the door behind him (some how even though it physically wouldn't work under normal laws of logic) before he stomped ardoun the room in circles around the girl, never breaking eye contact, "I likez ya, rioght feisty 'un ya arr. Ya seem da most willin' to fioght so lemme make ya an offa; woo eva krumpz da otha first winz."

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The walls covered in peeling paint had been charred by the many people who frequently caught on fire. An Eve starred at a burn mark, contemplating how to minimize the amount that would appear. She thought about applying chemicals that were resistant to fire, or setting up force field along the walls. Strangely, it did not occur to her, that she could immediately lessen the amount appearing by putting out one of the workers who had been running around screaming for quite some time now.
 As the Eve starred intently at the wall, oblivious to everything else, the worker finally stopped screaming- because an old lady appeared out of nowhere and wacked him with a cane so hard he fell over. "The nerve of today's youth, when I was young we did things right. Yep WE never caught on fire."
 She continued to lecture him while he slowly burned. Someone was finally kind enough to put him out when they were at the "In my days, anyone who was on fire was looked down" part of the speech. The Eve that had been staring at the wall finally looked up to see that the area had gotten a lot more damaged, and that an employee had had most his clothes burnt off, and was still giving off smoke.

 As all that was going on, another Eve walked to overly complicated door that had an overpowered security system. She looked down at what appeared to be a pile of intertwined metals that wriggled about in her hands like she was reading off a screen. She knocked on the door and waited- for a long while. Assuming the door also had a camera to monitor the area, she spoke.
 "Excuse me, a black whole is currently forming inside your room. Could you please let me inside to clean it?"


[System]
Age: 24

Race: Orc

Appearance: All over his body he has ritualistic tattoos and large scare over his chest he received when he was younger.

Equipment: Gormarr equipment consist of simple iron and leather armor. A two-handed iron battle axe along with two swords for back up weapons.

Personality: Gormarr is a brash, hard-head, and stubborn orc. With a short temper he is quick to resort to violence to solve his problem. Gormarr is a devout follower of orc tradition as well as Gorrmarok the god orcs and honorable combat. Because of this Gormarr has a strong sense of honor that guide his actions. He tends to be gregarious often proudly boosting of his feats and achievements.

History: Hailing from the harsh northern wastelands Gormarr was born into the Ironfrost clan. Under the guidance of his parents he learns the ways of his clan. At his 13th birthday he was sent out with the young orcs of the clan to kill a creature from the wastes alone. Then bring back a trophy from there hunt to the clan's shaman. While tracking a mammoth he was ambushed by a Ankhrav after an intense battle the wounded Gormarr dragged the Ankhrav corps to the shaman. He then spent the next couple of years honing his skill he heard rumors of the Infinity Bridge and the glory he could win inside the rifts. Gathering some supplies he traveled south. After a long journey to the town were the Infinity Bridge was Gormarr arriver. He made sure joined the adventures guild.

Guild Ranking: Wood

Misc: In addition to his orcish strength and endurance he along with the orcs of his clan have a strong resistance to the cold. But have a weakness to heat and fire.

Goals: Gormarr desires to gain glory and honor so he can forge himself a mighty legend.

[User]
In the back of Fariha's mind, she remembered that the Dwarves were following close behind her, so when Marianne was concerned about numbers, the elf merely smiled at the other girl before continuing down the tunnel. As a wood elf, she was expected to have exceptional reflexes, however the huntress could only watch as the mage fell to the ground, face first. Although it was extremely comedic to Fariha; now wasn't the time to be joking around. Fariha couldn't help but look away slightly as she noticed the damaged dress, she wasn't too used to suddenly seeing someone partially naked. It's not something you'd expect in these situations.

"Don't worry, you're just inexperienced. Even though I'm a seasoned hunter, that bell still gave me a bit of a chill." She stated to the now slightly naked girl. Had the tunnel not been so dark, she would've shown the other girl that the grip on her bow was more tense than usual. Thankfully, the spirits coupled with her strong will, prevented her from going into a full panic like Marianne. The wood elf stole a glance at the bugs that swarmed around the mage's legs. It was odd to see, but it wasn't as alarming as others may think. She chose not to comment on it.

"Maybe after a solid decade of training, you'll get there~" She responded, chuckling in kind before continuing down the path with the mage.

A roar echoed through the tunnel, a roar that Fariha identified as an Orc's. Gormarr. Perhaps the bell had sent him into a rage. Fariha caught a glimpse of a rat ogre staring placidly at a fallen torch light. Siph's torch. Of course, Siph couldn't have possibly been bested by such a beast, thus she assumed that he was further ahead, not wasting time on the ogre. There was also a slight silhouette near the giant rat, possibly Sylvia.

Fariha suddenly pressed Marianne against the wall of a tunnel, finding a small gap in the rock for them to squeeze into. The Dwarf group marched passed them, their armour clanking away as they marched. The elf pulled the girl and herself out of the gap as the last Dwarf stomped passed. "Stay behind the Dwarves and Gormarr, they'll protect you. Help them as much as you can. I'm going to catch up with Siph." She said simply as she advanced behind the Dwarves.

Fariha shielded her eyes as a bright light filled the tunnel. Both fortunately and unfortunately, the Rat Ogre was blinded and enraged. The huntress rushed forward, dodging under the swinging fists. She slid under it's legs, ending up behind it at the cost of a few arrows tumbling out of her quiver. She quickly fired a mithril arrow, aiming for the lower part of it's spine before looking for any sign of Siph. She noticed an arrow sign carved into the stone wall. Quickly acknowledging the sign, she sprinted down the tunnel to follow Siph's trail, her eyes quickly readjusting to the darkness.

@Zelosse

[Assistant]
"I see... Indeed, I lack experience... This is my first real foray into adventuring after all..." Marianne replied, a little downcast. At times like these, she really felt the difference between her and her team mates, who were all more experienced than her in life and death combat. But, like the elf girl said, there was nothing else she could do other than continue on and gather experience with time as her only teacher.

Marianne followed Fariha down the tunnel, with the elven girl taking the lead since she had better sight than her. As she walked, she certainly could feel the difference as the white underskirt she was wearing was now gone at the front, so no fabric brushed with her legs and tights. In exchange, she could feel the coldness of the tunnel going straight into her insects down there. She hoped they wouldn't be that bothered with it. Checking the edge of her dress however made her realize that her underskirt wasn't really there the more her hands got near the center where the rip started. At said center, after she felt the fabric of her red outer dress she could feel the silk of her pink panties directly. This made her blush once more as she ordered her insects to cover the area. Luckily, it was dark and she was only with another girl so it wasn't that embarrassing to her.

Suddenly, she could hear a roar coming from her front. She could tell it was an orc's roar, so it had to be Gormarr. So he had gone ahead before them, it seemed. And judging from that roar, he should be in the middle of a battle right now. Marianne soon found out what opponent the orc was facing, as she saw the gigantic rat ogre at the end of the tunnel. She only saw it thanks to the torch lying on the ground. Marianne didn't immediately make the connection that it was Siph's torch, unlike Fariha. She also didn't really notice Slyvia being there, thanks to her poorer eyesight.

Suddenly, Fariha pushed her to the side, into a little crevice in the wall of the tunnel. She had no idea why she would do this until she heard a dozen of footsteps marching from behind them. The dwarves were rushing through, determined to have their revenge for their fallen king. After they went through, Fariha told her to support them in combat versus the rat ogre, while she would go after Siph. Marianne nodded in agreement, as she felt her skills could be served better in a support role, now that her mantis was unusable.

Arriving at the end of the tunnel, she was greeted by a dazzlingly bright room. So sudden was the change in brightness that she had to close her eyes for a moment. When she opened it back, she saw the ogre fighting against the dwarves. But she also saw her comrades fighting as well, with Gormarr being on the front line as usual while Slyvia looked around for a good weak spot for her blade to land.

Marianne quickly ordered her bees to swarm the ogre. She saw how Gormarr had wounded the beast on the neck. And with the wound still being fresh and open like that, it was the perfect target for her to focus her bees' poison into. If she could get the poison right into the creature's bloodstream, surely it would become far more potent, she reasoned. Nausea, dizziness, and muscle-ache. The ogre would soon feel all that. Perhaps even the lethal effect would activate sooner though she doubted that it would kill the creature right away. Nothing was ever that easy in the rifts.

@Zelosse

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"The archer never realized his shots. Triangular pieces of sharpened metal took every arrow out of the air mid flight before a fifth cut the string of his bow. The only shadows in this room would be Syndana. Last of the Lost. When an elf betrays their kind, kills their kin, and forsakes their homelands, they are branded Lost. Syndana was one such Elf.
From the skylight she dropped into the room, a tight roll that put her back on the balls of her feet in a lunging rush at Djin. Twin daggers flashed in a dizzying display of thrusts, jabs, swipes, her footwork was losing momentum as she continued her sudden rush upon her opponent but confidence oozed from every inch of her.
With a quick double slash of her twin daggers, Syndana disengaged with a simple springing kick backwards. Her next move was one of complete grace as the Elf deftly tossed her dagger up into the air and flicked another sharp metal triangle before catching her blade again in the same movement.
Then she came right back in again."

There is an old Sektephi saying about luck, "A nomad can spend an entire day with clear skies, or struggling to keep the sands out of his eyes" It seemed as if fortune saw it fit to hurl a handful of sand into Djin's face as the elf began her assault. Backstepping as fast his feet would allow, the wanderer watched for when it seemed Syndana would cease her advance. After a good number of swipes and thrusts the Lost threw herself back to prepare for another attempt. To see an elf in Omujir, let alone their fighting style, was an extreme rarity. But Djin wasn't some newly arrived Sektephi, her unorthodox fighting style would be met with his own, knowledge gathered along his journey from numerous culture. One such technique was relieving himself of a now useless bow. As soon as Syndana leaped back, Djin hurled his bow as hard as he could at her, spinning as it flew across the room before deflecting the metal projectile. Unsheathing Daityat he charged forward wielding it with a single hand while his free hand formed a tight fist. His only thoughts were, "If only I spent more time with the Sehrai, I could have ended with fight long ago"

Djin brought forth his blade to deflect the first dagger swipe, should it connect he would follow up with an elbow strike to the face and hopefully gain the opportunity to grab the elf's off hand. In his mind it would be a simple thing to do; block the first strike allowing him to disorient his foe with an elbow bash then follow up with a punch to the gut which would send their upper body forward and vulnerable to a finishing strike should he not be able to disarm her off hand. As much as he was against pointless bloodshed, Djin secretly loved duels. The finesse it took to study your opponent's moves and formulating a plan to defeat them as the battle carried on. To see how his opponent fought against him would tell him so much in such little time. It was an intimate thing, intense and eye opening as to what kind of a person your adversary was.

"I would offer you the Nil Miasleten but you are a Lost. One without honor cannot be granted such", Sektephi customs allow for a combatant to offer the Nil Miasleten which gives their opponent the ability to concede defeat without any loss of honor or harmful punishment towards either party. If a combatant is casteless, not capable of complex thought, or is simply deemed honorless then there is no choice but to fight. "A shame really, I would have very much liked to speak with you"

[Assistant]
(Thanks to Zelosse for helping me edit this)

The sanctification of scoring the wound on the Rat Ogre was short lived. The limb of his foe crashed hard into his chest and sent him hard into the tunnel walls with a meaty thud. Standing, though dazed from the strike, the greenskin heritage bubbled to the surface as per usual. The rage of his people filled Gormarrs eyes with hatred aimed solely at the abomination.

Gormarr ignored the Dwarven soldiers that passed by him and readied his remaining weapon, the other having been dropped in the tumble. The burst of light revealed the monster in all its splendor, twisted steel limbs and armor coating its foul body, but if the Orcish battle rager cared at all for this new set of challenge it wasn't shown.

With a shout, the Orc pushed off the wall and charged the monstrosity while its focus was on the Dwarves. Ducking under a sweeping backhand that wasn't aimed at him, Gormarr struck. His axe dug deep into the creatures elbow joint, luck was on his side and the blade cut deep into the bone. How the beast HOWLED!
It's pain drove Gormarr further into his own bloodlust. Muscles bulging from the strain he held on to the axe handle with as much strength as he could muster. The Rat Ogre would not be stalled for long, but its bleeding and nearly severed arm would put the group at a massive advantage.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Of average height and build for his age, Riku is rarely seen without a pair of headphones.
Digivolution Line + Attacks: Iguneetmon (Galapagos Field, Timoniniser, Granadaro, Final Traveler); Greymon (Ash) (Atomic Tail, Horn Charge, Ash Fang); JESmon (Tekken Seibai, Schwertgeist, OS Generics, Un Pour Tous)
Backstory: Always a little different from his peers, Riku has always been curious about myths and legends, spirits and monsters, and generally anything that might be seen as outside the norm, such as conspiracy theories. Because of his shy, awkward nature, he often had few friends. However with the rise of the digital age he was able to find friends online with similar interests. Through his time online, Riku came to learn more and more about bizarre happenings. Sightings of ferocious monsters, reports spirits with unfinished business. But in the background of all of them was the fact that these supernatural beings and Unidentified Mysterious Animals involved these entities just disappearing, as if fading from existence. Since then, Riku has been trying to connect the dots between sightings.
Miscellaneous:

* Obsessed with dinosaurs as a child, and still likes them enough to the point that he'll visit his uncle Kenryu Uchida in the Fukui Prefecture and help him out at digs in the Kitadani Formation in the summer
* Can read and understand English thanks to years online
* Loves animals of all kinds... except bugs; he's outright terrified of spiders
* His taste in music is... unique, to say the least; after all, when was the last time you heard someone listening to a metal song about dwarves digging holes?

Nickname: Bruce
Species: Sunarizamon
Spirit Manifestation: Iguneetmon
Gender: Male
Appearance: Since becoming partners with Riku a red stripe has appeared on his head. Other than that, he resembles a normal Sunarizamon.
Backstory: Before Bruce arrived in Japan, he would travel to and from Australia from the Digital World, where he picked up the local slang from farmers and outdoorsmen. He made friends with two other Digimon, Kangarumon and Sepikmon, and the three were occasionally seen by humans; in one particular incident, a rather hungry Bruce (in his Champion form) attacked and ate several cows. As time went on, he and his friends became rivals to another group of Digimon: Hanumon, Porcupamon, and Ebidramon. In one battle, Porcupamon's allies lost to Kangarumon and Sepikmon, and in a fit of rage, Porcupamon Digivolved into a new form: Lamortmon. Lamortmon quickly defeated Kangarumon and Sepikmon before turning on Greymon and defeating him. The two returned to their Rookie forms, and so began a long and irritating relationship between Bruce and Phascomon. In the last few years, Bruce has made his way from the Digital World to Japan.

[User]
A young brunette walked through the streets of Tokyo slowly. She was only in the city for a short while, there to visit her parents, and was quite lost. Normally she wouldn't be wandering aimlessly like this, but she had heard of a bird sanctuary nearby and wanted to check it out. Besides, the city was way too loud for the girl in the Mametchi shirt, and the buildings and people made it too hot for her to comfortably wear her scarf around her neck. Instead, she chose to wear it around her waist like a belt, which had actually gotten her in some slight trouble with the locals. They thought she was in a gang of some kind! As if she didn't have enough trouble with people...

Finally arriving, she stopped just outside the sanctuary, looking at the cemetery across from it. Music played through her headphones too loud to hear if anyone else was nearby, but something felt wrong, somehow. It didn't take long for her to give in to the feeling and take one of the random paths through the area. She didn't know where it would lead, but she didn't really care. It was more important to get rid of that feeling. So she turned her music up a little louder and kept walking, not noticing the damage on the other path.

♪ ♪ ♪
umaretsuita toki kara
imiko oni no ko toshite
sono mi ni amaru batsu o uketa

kanashii koto wa nanimo nai kedo
yuuyake koyake te o hikarete sa

shiranai shiranai boku wa nanimo shiranai
shikarareta ato no yasashisa mo
ameagari no te no nukumori mo
demo hontou wa hontou wa hontou wa hontou ni samuinda
♪ ♪ ♪

[Assistant]
One week ago…

At that moment the world seemed to be frozen in place. Kana looked forward as a giant knight kneeled down in pain, their body being broken down into digitalizes particles, as if they were just as much of a distortion than the ripple in space that they came from.

"Human, please confirm or deny the contract. Destabilization is eminent, there is no more time and as a reminder the threat to your life will arrive in 3 minutes and 27 seconds."

The knight like distortion stated in an almost mechanical way, as it broke her out from her trance as it reminded her of imminent demise by giant monster.

"Alright, if we're doing this, then yer power is mine to use and yer going to help me, understand?"

"These conditions, are acceptable."

"Alright then, I accept. My name is Kana, what should I call ya?"

"Chaosmon."

Present day

"The Digimon's signal is two miles west and is moving."

Chaosmon stated like the voice of a GPS towards Kana, who was leaning against the wall with her phone.

"Let's see, that's should be around the old bird sanctuary."

Kana had pulled up a map to triangulate the position of her target. Meeting of Chaosmon had not changed her usual plans of trying to find her friend, it merely made it more precise her method of going about things was to try and find the Digimon that was on the photo, it was her only real lead and finding it could finally give her the truth that she was looking for. The delinquent girl got off the wall and started to run towards the monster.

"Kana, are you alright?"

Chaosmon asked their partner, who while keeping up stoic expression, had a slight tremble to her hand. One week ago, she had nearly meet with death after her attempt to find a Digimon went horrifically well. For that response, the rather grumpy delinquent responded back.

"I'm fine. What are ya, my mother?"

Kana growled out as she clenched her hand. 'It's fine, I've got the power to fight back, it won't end up like last time.' Kana reminded herself.

"I do not believe I am your material figure. We are two different species, so it would be an impossibility for us to have any familial relation. Much less one of mother and child."

Kana sighed as she quickened up her pace, this ghost that she allowed to haunted her for exchange for power had absolutely no sense or understand for sarcasm whatsoever. Though that was a small thing to deal with in exchange for being able to find her friend and fight back against Digimon.

"You are coming up in to the area where the digital signal is located, be aware of your surroundings as a combat encounter could occur at any time."

"Thank you Captain Obvious."

Kana snarked as she climbed the chain link fence of the sanctuary, before landing gracefully like a cat on the other side.

"The compliment has been noted, however, I would like to point out that my name is Chaosmon, I do not see why you occasionally call me Captain Obvious, as I do not have the title of Captain. Nor is my name Obvious. I would like to ascertain as for why you use such an incorrect designation."

"Well, it sounds correct to me."

"As I have pointed out previously, that the designation of Captain Obvious is clearly incorrect, please explain why you feel otherwise."

[User]
Asahi hated the fact that his parents didn't want him to leave the house for anything but school, ever since he came back form the Digital World, but while he had made plans to sneak out he never acted on them. He understood why his parents worried after all. So with nothing to do he was sitting in his room, doing his homework . "Ughh, I have been studying for 45 minutes already, surely one quick game can't hurt."

"Don't lie to yourself, you've been only been working for about 30 minutes and spent 15 minutes looking at pictures of those creatures you call cats." Jewelbeemon did his best not to sound too harsh, as he knew Asahi's true issue was feeling locked up, he had heard the human complain about that often enough after all. "That said a five minute break might get you to focus."

Feeling five minutes was too short Asahi wanted to complain but his partner had a point. Misclicking he opened a
news site instead of the game he wanted to play. He didn't really follow the news too closely but ever since finding out about the Digital World he kept an eye out for strange things going on

Feeling that he didn't have enough time to play the game he wanted anymore Asahi decided to just check out if there was interesting going in the forums. It turned out there might be something, apparently some weird noises including a falling tree had been heard nearby Toyo, but so far no one living nearby had gone out to look and it was stated that it was probably nothing. Still, Asahi saw this as an excuse to not spend another evening in his room. "What do you think JB? Worth checking out?"

The Spirit knew exactly what his partner was thinking, but as a guard he also knew better than to ignore a potential threat. "Fine, but if it is nothing we will come straight back."

[Assistant]
It was a simple hop over the outer wall of the cemetery, and a few jogging steps until he was on the path left by the beast. He paused, seeing only the shape, barely, in the darkness.

 "Hey, uh, 'Ogremon'? are you sure this is a good idea?"

 "Are you down wind of it?"

 "I... Think so, yeah."

 "Alright, you're probably fine, than."

 Brian made a face, 'P-probably'?

 "Alright, step one for making this deal work- I need you to draw something on the ground, and stand in the center of it." Ogremon talked him through drawing up something that looked like a summoning circle, but the markings consisted of 1's and 0's instead of runes or something he would have expected.

 As he was finishing as quickly as he could, he asked, "And this will bring you onto the mortal plane, right?"

 Ogremon made a noise Brian could only assume was a chuckle, "Sure, you could say that. Now, hurry, stand in the center and repeat after me: Initiate-Download/cmnd/Digital-Spirit-Contract;Ogremon. This last part of important, so listen carefully! To finalize the contract, the magic word is 'Execute'! Got it?"

 Brian did as he was told, standing in the center of the circle as he recited the "incantation". "Uh, Initiate download slash command slash Digital Spirit Contact; Ogremon-" The circle lit up as he did, by the end being a full, ghostly green glow! The wind seemed to gust around him, giving a rather spooky effect on top of the under-lighting from the circle.

 "Don't stop, hurry! 'Execute', say 'Execute'!"

 "Ah, uh, Execute! >_<U" The glowing sigils rose up and formed what looked like pixels, and began swirling in the air around him! "Agh! W-what's going on? S-somethings- eurgh- making... me..." He seemed to be struggling against something that couldn't be seen, frozen in place except for his head, turning to look straight up as the ghostly pixels rose higher, swirling closer together. "Ggggghhhh-gggghhhh!!" He couldn't even scream properly, his jaw seemingly locked! An onlooker might see his eyes filled with terror, as the pixel storm suddenly streamed straight down, into his eyes!

 Once it had fully entered him, there was a large flash of that same green glow from his eyes, and in his hand (the one that held the tape recorder).

 It faded as quickly as it'd flared, and the circle was gone when he dropped to his knees, panting, and sweating. His terror turned to confusion again as he noticed something was wrong. "H-hey, what...? My recorder- a-and that...??"

 He jumped and fell back as a ghostly... He recalled something, it sounded like... Owe-knee? Some kind of... If not a monster, than the pixelated ghost of one! "Relax, buddy, now you and only you can see and hear me! It's all on account of that newly coded D-tector you've got, there, a manifestation of our Contract! Now, it's time to get moving again!" It raised it's great arm, and ordered, "After that GrounDramon!"

 "I... No! This is bogus, man! What'd you do to me!? And what am I supposed to do when we catch up with- mmmm!" His jaw locked again, cutting him off as he seemed to struggle and fail to part his lips.

 Ogremon stepped in front and crouched to look Brian in the eye. "Can it, will ya? Too much noise and he'll notice us, and we're gonna need the element of surprise! So if you're not going to cooperate, than make room in the drivers' seat!" And with that, he moved into the same position and posture as Brian, both of their eyes taking on that same glow as before! Both spoke at the same time, now, but it was clearly Ogremon calling the shots, "Haha, alright; it feels great having a body, again! Pedal to the metal!" Just like that, they were off to a sprint, the ghost and the mortal moving in unison, with a smirk that didn't seem natural to the mortal...

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Riku began moving forward, slowly scanning the trees. "While there have been no reports of the Hinode Mystery Bird attacking people," he continued narrating for the camera, "some people speculate that some property damage might have been caused by it. And if this is an actual animal, it's obviously had to eat something. Given that this is a bird sanctuary, it might be preying on the residents. If those are too small... well, I'll be looking into missing dogs and cats in the area when I get home tonight."

The area was beautiful. Though the wildife was winding down for the night he could hear plenty of birds singing before the sun went down. "I'll have to come back here when I'm not looking for anything," he commented. "Bring a bento, do some sightseeing, maybe get a souvenir or two." Riku cleared his throat. "Back on topic: evidence points to this being connected to certain other phenomena I've looked into, including the Silver Kitsune sightings and the reports of haunted jack o'lanterns.

"On a note that may or may not be related, it feels like something or someone's been watching me for a while." Riku continued slowly sweeping the GoCam over the trees. "Maybe I've been at this too long, imagining ghosts and monsters and urban legends like Hanako-san..."


[System]
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Too many to remember

Age: 134

Gender: Male

DOB: June 27, 1882

Occupation: Student

Race: Vampire

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height and Build: 6' 4", muscular

Other Appearance: Scar down his left bicep, scar down his right calf.

History/bio: Séamus and Ruaidhrí, identical twin brothers, were born to a working class Irish family in Cork, in 1882. They lived a relatively regular life - for a poor family - until one night in 1895. Their family's home was broken into by vampires, and all of his family except for him, his brother Ruaidhrí, and his sister Mary were killed. Mary was taken away, and the vampires, having fed enough off of their family, decided to turn Séamus and Ruaidhrí into vampires.

Séamus and Ruaidhrí traveled around Great Britain for three years until one night, when Séamus and Ruaidhrí attacked by a group of hunters. They managed to kill the hunters, the first humans they had killed. This had different effects on the two of them. Séamus loved the feeling of killing a human, and became sadistic and kill crazy. However, Ruaidhrí was distraught, and turned to religion. At this point, they separated. Séamus traveled all across Great Britain and Ireland, leaving a path of death as he went.

In 1900, Séamus decided that he would travel through the rest of Europe. He traveled all over Europe for over 100 years, never staying in one place for too long. It was whilst traveling that he discovered his love for languages, although he still speaks in a Irish accent whenever speaking English. He also managed to get a daylight charmed necklace from a witch in France shortly after leaving England, which he always wears. Over the years, he has also trained his body to make sure that he is never killed by a hunter, and can kill whomever he wants.

In 2014, Séamus found his brother Ruaidhrí, and they have been travelling together since, which has lead to Séamus having to kill less people, especially because of Ruaidhrí's newfound religion.

Séamus and Ruaidhrí have come to Gringore Academy to get a proper education, being too poor for one when they was younger, and they still look like they are in their late teens.

Family/Relationships:
Mother - Jonathan: died 1895
Father - Mary: died 1895
Older brother - Jonathan: died 1895
Identical twin brother - Ruaidhrí: living
Younger brother - Alexander: died 1895
Younger sister - Mary: Location unknown. Presumed deceased.

Other/Extra: Séamus can speak English, French, Spanish, Italian, Irish, German, Czech, Romansh, Polish, Russian, and Hungarian.

Full Name: Ruaidhrí ó Faoláin

Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Too many to remember

Age: 134

Gender: Male

DOB: June 27, 1882

Occupation: Student

Race: Vampire

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height and Build: 6' 4", muscular

Other Appearance: Scar down his chest, identification tattoo on his left arm. Always wears a kippah.

History/bio: Séamus and Ruaidhrí, identical twin brothers, were born to a working class Irish family in Cork, in 1882. They lived a relatively regular life - for a poor family - until one night in 1895. Their family's home was broken into by vampires, and all of his family except for him, his brother Ruaidhrí, and his sister Mary were killed. Mary was taken away, and the vampires, having fed enough off of their family, decided to turn Séamus and Ruaidhrí into vampires.

Séamus and Ruaidhrí traveled around Great Britain for three years until one night, when Séamus and Ruaidhrí attacked by a group of hunters. They managed to kill the hunters, the first humans they had killed. This had different effects on the two of them. Séamus loved the feeling of killing a human, and became sadistic and kill crazy. However, Ruaidhrí was distraught, and turned to religion. At this point, they separated. Ruaidhrí became very religious, and discovered Judaism.

In 1899, Ruaidhrí decided to move to Germany to live with more Jews, and try to be as pious a Jew as possible, at least, as pious a Jew as it is possible for someone who feeds on blood to be. On his way, he gained a daylight charmed ring that he still wears. In 1914, with the beginning of the Great War, Ruaidhrí escaped to the Netherlands, and stayed there after the war. However, when it was invaded in 1940 he was captured, and taken to a Auschwitz to work in a factory. He never attempted escape, and was freed when the concentration camp was liberated in January 1945. At this point, Ruaidhrí decided to see what living in the Soviet Union was like. However, after a few years, he decided that he didn't like this, and moved to a Jewish community in the United Kingdom.

In 2014, Ruaidhrí found his brother Séamus, and they have been travelling together since. Ruaidhrí still attempts to keep up his Judaism to the best of his ability.

Séamus and Ruaidhrí have come to Gringore Academy to get a proper education, being too poor for one when they was younger, and they still look like they are in their late teens.

Family/Relationships:
Mother - Jonathan: died 1895
Father - Mary: died 1895
Older brother - Jonathan: died 1895
Identical twin brother - Séamus: living
Younger brother - Alexander: died 1895
Younger sister - Mary: Location unknown. Presumed deceased.

Other/Extra: Ruaidhrí can speak English, Irish, German, Polish, Russian, Dutch, Yiddish, and Hebrew.

[User] All the complimenting Séamus was doing of Julian's lifting convinced Julian that Séamus admired him and therefore was a good person to be around. This, along with the endorphins from the workout, put Julian in a good mood. He thought about starting school, and instead of feeling dread of the workload, felt excitement about learning new things. He thought for the first time that summer that he was ready to go back to school. After Julian asked Séamus how he got so big, Séamus' answer sparked Julian's curiosity, and he greedily pressed Séamus for more. "What is it? Could you do it now?" Séamus' statement that it was risky didn't slip past Julian's attention, and he wondered for a second whether he could really trust Séamus. Séamus was a vampire after all, and he had heard rumours about vampires during his time at the school. He decided that Séamus was so muscular, so he must know what he was doing, and complied with what Séamus told him to do next.

[Assistant]
"What is it? Could you do it now?" Julian asked. Séamus grinned the widest he had grinned in a while. He couldn't believe that someone could be so gullible. In ten minutes, Julian would be eating out of the palm of his hand, and be that was just the first step in the plan.

"Of course I can do it now, just follow me," Séamus told Julian, and began walking to the bathroom. "You see," Séamus said, "vampires have this chemical in their body. It's great for building muscle and getting taller, and it also helps with another thing," he told Julian, winking, "So all I need to do, is bite you, and inject some of that into you." Séamus could see that Julian was looking worried. "Don't worry, it won't hurt much at first, but then it'll stop hurting completely. And the best thing, is that once it's in you, I never need to put more in. It'll just stay there forever, and so will the benefits." he reassured him with lies.

As they entered the bathroom, Séamus led Julian into a stall, locking it behind them. He grabbed Julian's shoulders, "Try to relax, it'll hurt less." Then, Séamus leant into his neck, piercing the skin with his fangs. He sucked some blood, about one pint, being quite thirsty. This, along with the venom that flowed in when Séamus stopped sucking, would be enough to make Julian pass out, but not a dangerous quantity. As soon as Séamus let go of Julian, he slumped against the wall of the stall and down to the ground, unconscious. When he woke up, Séamus would be able to tell him anything, and he'd believe him.

[User]
As Julian followed Séamus towards the bathroom, Julian got the idea that they were about to take some illegal drugs or steroids. Séamus started to tell Julian about the chemicals in a vampire's body, and how Séamus would have to bite him, which sounded to Julian like something similar to injecting drugs. Being the party-lover that Julian was, he did have some experience with drugs although he didn't know which ones, but he had never bothered with steroids because he thought his werewolf genes allowed him to get strong enough. He was a little nervous about what Séamus was about to do. He wondered if anything permanently damaging could happen, since Séamus said the chemical would stay in his body forever.

In the bathroom, Séamus grabbed Julian's shoulders, and Julian was surprised at how tense they were. Suddenly, there was a sharp stabbing pain in Julian's neck. Julian gritted his teeth as stars appeared in his eyes, his body rigid despite Séamus' advice for him to relax. He felt the blood being sucked out of his body and realized Séamus was letting his vampire side take over. Was Séamus trying to kill him? Julian tried to struggle against Séamus' jaws but found himself too weak to move. He felt a sensation of falling, but the world went dark before he hit the ground.

[Assistant]
It's not as though the pseudo-condominium wasn't well designed, after all, the subtle grading of nature into furniture was rather pleasing to the eye, but the small quarters, the lack of any separate rooms... and speaking of separate rooms, Alason had to wonder: "Do you not have a bathr-," ah, a silly question. A solid pat confirmed that the moss which constituted the bed was at least on par with his own mattress, if not better, but Alason's critical eye turned to wonderment upon seeing a rather out of place sword hanging on the wall. Foregoing tact, he ran his hand along the blade, feeling, hearing, tasting the metal with the tips of his middle and forefinger, a pattern of seemingly infinitely complex flora running beneath his hand. Drawing it back down, he rather cautiously examined a permanent living fixation to the guard - a red blossom - from which trailed a web of thorns. Curious.

Alason was whipped back into the present by Anwen asking him something, though he did not quite catch what. He pieced it together, however, when she extended a handful of fresh raspberries. She placed them on a table to his left, and he was about to reach out and grab some when he noticed the spiraling form of a sleeping squirrel. The internal debate as to whether or not to still reach for the fruit was quickly ended by harrowing thoughts of rabies and needing to explain to his mother how he had followed a stranger to her treehouse in the woods and was bitten by her pet squirrel when he accepted her magical fruit. Perhaps I'd best not, he resolved, and placed his hand back at his side.

"Forgive me if I'm insulting you, I'd just rather not-" Alason stopped, his mouth open perhaps two centimeters, as he realized that he was about to apologize for a social faux pas to a woman who had just, somehow without him even noticing, stripped down to the layer most minimally permitted to not be a crime. "Never mind."

When Anwen asked him what his house was like, Alason wasn't quite sure how to answer. Rather, that is to say that he knew what his home was like, obviously, but why was she asking? It isn't as though he lives in some stone fortress surrounded by gargoyles and ravens as he walked about the corridors, filled with erect assemblages of dark, knightly armor, wearing mystical robes and chanting necromantic incantations. However, with a quick perusal of her face, Alason realized something quite pitiful: that's exactly what she was imagining.

"I-," Alason contemplated lying, just for the sake of a story a touch more fun than the insufferably grey reality of his life, "I just live in one of the apartments. Second floor, room 208. That's about all there is to it." Despite his best efforts, Alason couldn't help but let a hint of blush bleed from his cheeks.

[User] Séamus leaned down, and picked up Julian's limp body, putting him over his shoulder. "Damn, he does need some more muscle, he's so light," he said to himself. Séamus walked back to his room, with Julian over his shoulder, making sure to go via corridors that would mean they wouldn't be seen. After a while, Séamus was back at his room, and he opened the door. "Anyone here?" he called out, but thankfully the room was empty. He put Julian down on his bed, and waited for him to wake up.


[System]
Age: 14

Gender: Male

Hometown: Slateport City, Hoenn

Appearance: About 167 cm tall and relatively light skinned, Daniel is a young teenager who is always seen with a short-sleeved gray hoodie (though he hardly, if ever, keeps his hood up) and leg-loose khaki pants. He has a black armband with the Pokeball insignia on it. His appearance is rather plain; he combs his brown hair up and has black eyes.

He also has a moderately sized satchel; his Pokeballs are stored on the sides of the pack. A PokeNav is strapped on his belt.

Personality: A young teenager who prefers to remain active, Daniel never likes to stay in the background and always likes to get involved in everything...which is sometimes his flaw, since his curiosity and need to get into someone else's business can be annoying; conversely, he is rather stubborn and refuses to take help from anyone to "build his image". When not bothered, he makes noises or talks to himself– though this is just one of his few quirks that never actually bothers anyone. He sometimes appears out of nowhere with quiet steps, which can scare others.

In fact, when things are less serious, Daniel likes to have a bit of light fun by pranking others and scaring them. Not surprisingly, his Litwick shares this same trait. He is aware when he's crossing the line, however, and puts safety above his own amusement.

Daniel has a collection of pre-war bits which he brings along with him, preserved in a wooden box. In his past-time, he plays with his yo-yo or cards, and likes eating snack cakes. He is also interested in the supernatural and strange occurring of the world. He also loves exploring new places; in fact, that is what got him to the Johto-Kanto region. He intends to explore all the regions and see every town, city, and landmark.

Profession: Pokemon Trainer.

Talents: Daniel is an experienced card player and cartographer, and can do some magic tricks.

Inventory:
— $800
— 5 Pokeballs
— 3 Potions
— Journal
— Sleeping Bag
— Water Bottle
— Pocket knife

Starter Pokemon:
— Litwick (Ghost/Fire), known as Inizio.

Ability: Flash Fire
Starting Moves: Ember [Fire/Special], Minimize [Normal/Status], Astonish [Ghost/Physical], Smog [Poison/Special]

Biography:
While Daniel was born in the bustling Hoenn city of Slateport, he had always been on the move due to his parents, who were Pokemon researchers and explorers themselves. After a few years of staying in the region, they were off to another one, and as a result, Daniel had just been interested in Pokemon as his parents was. Most people thought that with his dad's similar appearances and personality, he would have liked to use the same Electric-type Pokemon as he did.

Though surprisingly, Daniel never liked his parents' scientific research, and liked the supernatural and strange, much to his father's disappointment, but he allowed Daniel to follow whatever interest he wanted, as long as he wasn't involved in it himself. Despite this, he had never really caught a Pokemon himself.

Until his family took a trip to Undella Town. It was there that he had caught his first Pokemon, and there he would decide to become a Pokemon trainer. While traversing down the roads of Reversal Mountain by himself for some exploration, he had found a lost Litwick that seemed to be away from his original homeplace. Having little choice, he brought it back to the Poke-Center to heal, and attempted to take care of it himself. He had built a relationship with the rather playful thing and eventually had it stored in a Pokeball, though like most Trainers who had developed similar relationships, he hardly keeps his Litwick in it. He named it "Inizio", which meant "start" in a different language, to mark it as his first "caught" Pokemon.

Later on they returned to Hoenn when he was 14 to settle down for a moment after their tiresome journeys, but Daniel now had a change of heart. Seeing many other Trainers around him, he decided to become a Pokemon Trainer as well. Although he lost frequently at first with his first few months, he loved the exciting battles and suspense along with it. On his 15th birthday, his parents finally decided that he could leave by his own, and gave him a ship ticket to Pallet Town, where he could officially start his own journey.

Notes/Other:
– Daniel usually writes letters to his parents every week.

[User]
Around the two, people spoke and laughed and creatures rose from the water. Nothing really different from cities in Hoenn, thank God the annoyances of towns and cities were similar, it would make avoiding them easier in the end. Sybil stared at the ground intensely, blocking out any toxic emotions that dared to claim her brain while Lapis trotted quickly beside her, a look of pure joy on his face. He was obviously enjoying the sun and breeze of Pallet Town, and from his wandering eyes Sybil could tell he was rather curious of the others surrounding them. She clicked her tongue to get his attention, and with playful eyes she seemed to say,

I'm sure you'll make many friends later on

And that simple look was enough to give the Aron an extra hop in his already small step. Sybil turned her eyes to the sea, catching only a glimpse at the blue-scaled body of a Gyarados by the dock she had just escaped from. A magnificent Pokemon, both strong and beautiful, and though Sybil was rather unfamiliar with the species she couldn't help but let her curiosity grow from just a simple look. Glancing even further, she saw many unknown Pokemon with their trainers, most as young-looking as Lapis, and with her growing wondering thoughts she seemed to fail to notice the sudden presence behind her. Until it, well, threw her to the earth, that is.

Sybil collapsed as the sudden force drove her downwards, dust spilling into her mouth and coating her front. Lapis cried out with surprise at her sudden fall, though he didn't attempt to help her up, seeing as he was rather small still. Someone landed behind them after the initial fall, cursing out in what Sybil could assume to be pain or annoyance. She rose after a moment of silent and unhelpful composure, and as soon as she glanced upon the slightly taller girl behind her a feeling of rage seized her brain, causing her cold-like expression to crack with unforeseeable anger. She attempted to control her tongue and her reaching empathy, but this doll-faced girl before her just seemed to emit an unnatural amount of rage. Sybil felt her mouth twitch, eyebrows furrowing as she turned around quickly and jabbed a finger at the girl's chest, her head coking to the side as she hissed out an angry,

"Where the hell were you looking?" She took a second to stand and make a show of brushing herself off before glowering down at the white-haired stranger with growing annoyance, "who do you think you are?" Sybil felt a sneer paint her face at the girl's harsh glare, and she took no time to narrow her eyes as well, feeling tension grow within her like untamed ivy.

This is what they call 'picking a fight', huh?

[Assistant]
Pallet Town was supposed to be a sleepy town. Despite it's reputation as the starting point for Kanto league challenges, it was still very small. The Oak Laboratory dominated over the landscape from a hill, it was clear to see from the entrance from Viridian City. The windmill at the top of the observation room stood out, it's red blades spinning against the lazy blue sky. It was a picture of serenity. So how in the heck was it offset by the collision of limbs and backpacks that Erik witnessed occurring in front of him?

The Sinnoh native dashed ahead as Katya held on, looking to see if things were all right, but by the time he caught up, it appeared everyone had recovered sufficiently from the mash-up. At least until the two girls in front of him looked to be at each other's throats. One was clearly dustier than the other one but both were peacocking something fierce. Now, Erik didn't have enough experience when it came to watching girls fighting, because most veterans of the bar scene would let the two go at it and watch the fur fly. Erik however had been raised better than that, by someone who had seen his share of casino fights. Plus, he didn't need to have to worry about ambulances coming around to deal with the aftermath. So instead, he stepped ahead, intent on trying to quell the scuffle.

"Hey, hey...calm down..." he offered as he tried to step in between the two ladies. "There's, uh, there's no need to fight unless it's...you know...Pokemon I guess." Katya watched from Erik's shoulder, not sure what to do in this situation either. A shame she didn't know Sweet Scent or Aromatherapy.

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As Adrian and Claire entered the laboratory, it looked a little...dishelveled. There were piles of books all over the place and a couple of Nidoran ran through the hallway in front of the two aspiring trainers. There was a bit of a smell wafting through the air, of sawdust and ...old milk? It was tough to place but it smelled off.

A voice called out from the back of the hall. "Hey! Is someone there! Give me a second I'll be up front in a sec. Just feeding some of the Pokemon. Just head to the foyer to the left. Watch out for the Pidgeys perching above the doorway!"

[User]
Fary made her way to Aeris taking her time. She didn't like rushing around all the time; to her it was using up too much energy to make it worth the effort. Besides, she'd much rather enjoy everything around her. After all, that very moment wasn't ever going to happen again so she might as well savor it. Emily looked up at her as she walked.

Emily was just like her trainer, she liked to take her time getting from place to place, but she found Aeris to be a bit annoying. She didn't dislike the girl. She just hated that Aeris had a habit of waking her up from a nap with her fast pasted yammering.

"Zorua zor zor rua Zorrrr Zor?" Can't that girl take a breath?

Fary laughed some petting Emily.

"No no she can't Emily. She may be a ball of energy but she means well and you know that." Fary petted her faithful Pokemon as she approached Aeris and her new annoyed friend.

"I'm sorry about Aeris. She... well, has too much energy for her own good. Anyway, I'm Fary Nitashi. I'm from Nimbasa City Unova. It's nice to meet you. My, what a beautiful Cyndaquil you have there." Fary smiled some trying to be polite to the unknown trainer.

[Assistant]
"Aeris, huh?" Charlie silently regarded the redhead's name as she was introduced a second time. Considering Fary's calm, casual demeanor, Charlie could already envision the dynamic shared between the two girls. One playing straight man to the other's crazy antics. He was hip to the idea. "Oh, i'm Charlie, by the way." He realized he had went this long with introducing himself. "Charlie Delacroix." Quinn fidgeted a bit as she was mentioned, but not much else. "Wait, really? You're from Unova?" That was a interesting tidbit of info, he thought. "I'm from Johto myself."

He began towards the lab (Or, what he assumed to be the lab, the big ol' building Daniel pointed towards), and motioned for the others to follow. "So, how is it in Unova? I thought Goldenrod was a big city, but when you see something like Castelia on TV...whoo! It just doesn't compare! I mean, all those big buildings...and the lights...ohh, it must be beautiful at night." He thought of the region in a dreamy tone.

[User]
Danny glanced at the arriving 'Fary'. Yup, it was the two girls from before...and judging by what she directed her words too, he was being ignored. Nonetheless, he tried to keep his smile, and continued with a reply. "It's alright. There was no harm done," he answered – his cross Ini proved otherwise. "It's nice to meet you, Fary. My name is Daniel, or Danny for short. I'm from Slateport City in Hoenn myself, though I've been moving around frequently in my life. I've been to Nimbasa, in fact."

Now aware of the fact that the two girls, Fary and Aeris, were friends, he bit his lip and muttered to himself, realizing one problem: Danny had no friends here, and he was going to be alone in this if he didn't at least have a human companion along with him. Thankfully they were all going to walk down the same road up to Cerulean, but what were the chances he would get to befriend anyone later in his journey? Maybe going lone-wolf isn't all that bad, he reassured himself while following the crowd toward what seemed to be Professor Oak's lab. But...these Trainers are adults, and I'm a kid. Already he felt intimidated.