[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance:

Personality:
Kyurai is a prideful individual. He won't condone any trickery or deceit, by all means he's honest--to a fault. Honest doesn't mean kind however, as Kyurai is short-tempered and often a rude speaker.

Bio:
Amnesiac. One day, a 10-year old Kyurai found himself in the middle of nowhere without memories and with electrical powers to boot. After a little walking through the wastelands Kyurai found a lab, where he was taken in and looked after by the researchers. Of course,they had an ulterior motive, they wanted to figure out and replicate his powers. While they didn't quite manage to replicate his powers, their constant urging made it so that he got plenty of training with them.

After little over a year a vicious storm hit the lab and it wouldn't go away. Three days of constant storm raged on before the researchers agreed to send Kyurai out there to calm the storm. Having successfully done this, Kyurai figured out what had caused the storm, a Raiju he would come to call Raika.

In the following twelve years he and Raika would continue improving and practicing with their powers, eventually coming to master them. His life at the lab has been rather peaceful and while a lot of people with powers were brought to aid the research, they were forced to stay silent about him and his powers.

Element: THUNDAH
Power 1: Eye of Truth
The ability to (literally) see through lies. To Kyurai it seems as if people have an aura around them, those with intentions that conflict with his appear to have a purple-black aura while those that align with him seem to have white auras. If someone tells a lie their aura flares up.
Location: A lab with its own power plant.
Family: M.I.A.
Friends: The people at the lab
Sentimental Attachment:
Other:

Pet Name: Raika
Pet Age: 12
Pet Gender: Female (?)
Pet Species: Raiju
Pet Power: Lightning/Thunder Manipulation
Pet Appearance:

Pet Personality:
Raika is loyal and observant. In combat she is ruthless and violent, destroying most everything in her path, occasionally even forgetting her master. As a creature mostly composed of lightning, Raika doesn't eat or sleep.
Raika is only waist-height, but will step up to opponents of any size if allowed to.
As a well-trained "dog", Raika listens to the command of her master and most usually not take direct action unless ordered to.

(The hider is clickbait.)

[User]
Rankon
The Abandoned Mountain Village of Calvern
@The One@XxLyraxX

Rankon was about to accept the King's offer and to surrender himself, when he saw the spirit summoned next to the strange man who had summoned the trees. It was there for one brief moment before it vanished. A beat later, Rankon felt the villagers below also disappear away from where he could sense them. A sense of panic quickly fell to elation as he realized that they were safe. A new surge of energy came with the emotion and he did not wait for the stranger to yell at him again before activating his second ability. His magic spread down the from the top of his head to the bottoms of feet causing small motes of dark green light to surround him. Rankon vanished from his position bowed in front of the King, as his speed boosted body propelled him wildly away in the opposite direction. He pumped his legs madly aimed at a rock wall in front of him where the mountain continued upward.

The rock wall opened up and swallowed him before quickly shutting behind him. Rankon glided through the earth as though it were water. Here buried beneath the ground, he was fully in his element, the thought of what lay behind propelling him to new speeds. He turned upwards heading for the top of the mountain hoping to see what direction the other villagers had gone. He burst out through the top in a shower of pebbles, covered in dust and stone. He glanced around hurriedly not wanting to waste more time than he needed to in case of some type of pursuit.

He did not see the villagers, but the sudden emergence had broken off his connection to the mountain and once again he felt his reserves of power run dry. His legs, pushed far beyond their limits gave out from underneath him. Before he blacked out, he felt the sensation of falling down to the earth below, with no energy left to break his fall.

[Assistant]
BANOKLES

Banokles sat at teh tree for a couple of moments. Then through the forest fire, a group of people were running and shouting, carrying large packs and piles of pelt.
Banokles, now a tad rested, got back on his feet and slowly began walking in the direction from which the people came running. "I knew it. Those were hunters, and here is their camp." He said, as he entered a small clearing in the woods with tents build and a large fireplace in the middle. Banokes first walked to teh fire and sucked it into his body, filling him a little.
Then at his feet he found a large bowl that was filled with some sort of soup. Picking it up and smelling it, a strong urge to eat fill Banokles senses, and without thinking he drank the whole thing and sat down on the ground.
At that moment a strange voice in his head called for help. "Help? Why? Its your problem you got into this mess in teh first place. And i don't know any chosen ones or anyone from there. Help yourself." Banokles said out loud, a little irritated, although no one could hear him.
"I need to get something more to eat, and some water would be nice aswell." Banokles said.
He got back on his feet and looked around him, soon the whole camp will be lost in flames. Yet Banokles was not done with this camp, and simply waved his hands and the flames retreated to teh borders of teh camp. Now that the camp is safe again he searched through it. It took some time to search everything, for teh hunters left in haste and only took the most valuable things.
Now Banokles was sitting on a bench full of food and water, dressed in some good quality leather pants, and shirt.
 He could feel his body brimming with energy again, but this time the energy felt stronger and better. Since he lived in the volcano he never eaten much, because the lava fires took care of him, but it also made him weak. Depending too much on the lava he could not stay away from it for a long time and the energy to use his element was also not entirely his and for that reason it was weaker. Yet the energy from actual food he ate was purely his and it was stronger and better, and above all it lasted much longer.
As he sat there another different voice interrupted his thinking, which he couldn't really make out but it made him remember about teh previous SOS call. With teh smile on his he turned towards teh direction he was going. "It be rude to not help people in need" He said nodding to himself. He sprinted into the woods, the fire was still there but it was shoving weakening signs.

@XxLyraxX@PharaohAtem@The One

Banokles used his powers to speed through the flames to teh edge of the forest. Once he stopped he was amazed, the new energy he has now was hardly affected by his ability just now and teh ability performed better as well. On teh bad side, his shirt got burned off as he traveled through the forest. As he looked towards teh ongoing battle he saw those flying things in the air that were above his volcano not so long ago. Realising what they were and that they were the enemies he decided to try his previous jump again only this time, he will shoot directly for one with full intent on destroying it.
Banokles got ready and jumped teh blast this time was stronger and he flew through the air directly into one of teh ships. As he reached it he flipped so he landed with his feet on the hull of the ship. He quickly looked around for his next target before losing his footing. Noticing a body falling back to the ground. Instinctively Banokles shoot at about a meter beneath it. The energy, from the jump blast, went into the ship which made a whole in it and threw it off balance. Banokles aiming was a little too high and he managed to collide with teh body. The landing was a smooth blast as teh fire softened the fall.
As Banokles looked at teh person he cached he saw certain parts of teh clothing were on fire, and he quickly put them out. Now looking around himself he noticed he was stanidn on a rock high on the mountain, there were some people in the village bellow, but Banokles couldnt tell who was who. One thing he was sure of was that the bird in the sky is an ally, and that teh person he saved is also and ally. turning to the big bird he yelled. "Hey! What do we do now! whats going on!?" His faces expression the sam as a child's, who just found a new place that is full of toys.

[User]
Link

Link continued to sit down and look down towards the clouds. He was alone now, everyone had gone inside. He looked to Storm for a moment, before looking back to the clouds.

"Thanks for coming for me Storm. If you hadn't I would of had to used my powers, and we would of failed. It seems you care about the tests too, don't you?"

Storm gave a small nod, before he looked down at the clouds once more. It was then that he got an sos message of sorts. The Elemental King was attacking the Earth Elemental Chosen One, and that there were eight Chosen Ones altogether destined to defeat the King. Then, if they weren't helped the war would be lost? He then realised something, this information he was getting was coming below the clouds! Which only meant one thing, there was in fact life on the surface world. Link slowly got himself up and stared at the clouds some more. Eight Chosen Ones, Earth, Water, Lightning, Fire, Light, Dark, Metal and finally, Wind. He held up his hand for a moment before moving his hand through the wind quickly, making a powerful gust of wind blow by. That explained everything, he was a Chosen One. That was why he had these powers. Immediately, Link got onto Storm and patted his back.

"Let's go Storm, we're going to the surface world."

Immediately, Storm took off and headed towards the clouds. Just before they went into the clouds, Link made them part open quickly, allowing Link and Storm to fly through. They kept of flying towards the source of the sos message, and it didn't take them long to arrive. Once they did Link jumped down from Storm and landed a little ways from the fight. Storm landed beside him while Link looked around. He spotted the Elemental King as well as Scarlet.

Kai Hioska

Kai had managed to avoid the army quite easily. He continued to walk through the field until he reached the forest, that was when he received a message telling him all about the Elemental King and a little bit about the prophecy with the Chosen Ones. He took a moment to work through it, before looking around. He then looked back towards the forest and stared at it. From the sounds of it there was a good fight up ahead, and this time he wasn't alone. He quickly began to walk through the forest towards the meeting point.

Slade

Slade got the message like everyone else did, and he gave a simple yawn. Honestly, he was too lazy to travel all that way. He would much rather stay in the village and if he wasn't so lazy when that time came he would begin a battle strategy. He gave another yawn and leaned against the wall..

Zuko

Zuko stopped for a moment as a woman came out from a tombstone. It seemed to lead to an underground grave. He gave a small smile, seeing that she was angry. He looked to her little pet before gripping his chain sword. He whipped it slightly against the floor then he slowly stood forward with a cocky smile.

"Awe, you're angry? Come, I'll let you make the first move. Give me your best shot lady."

He gave a smile at her, knowing that what he said would most likely make her even more angry and hopefully less focused after she had become angry.

@XxLyraxX

[Assistant]
One
Lying on a bar of the electic tower, Kyurai's dreams were to be interrupted by a strange vision, an SOS-call manifesting in his dream. In the vision, Kyurai was there, chaos and corpses everywhere. The bloody nature of the vision astounded him, but was quickly forgotten when lightning engulfed and erased everything. Such was the nature of dreams, once out of sight they were quickly forgotten. His actual dream continued, fluffy clouds cushioned him as he fell on them from someplace below them, yet he was lying here on top of them. He wondered about the absurdity of his dream, but his subconscious attention was quickly absorbed as the scenery changed again.

Not having woken up, Kyurai kept sleeping, in effect ignoring the SOS-call. Raika, sensing this SOS call too, responded to it, but no more than by simply being extra vigilant for the coming few hours. The person in need of aid would have to make due without their support...


[System]
Niah Bautista

Character Quote: Do you so swear?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Oath Keeper
Age: 14
Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Manila, Philippines
Godly Parent: Styx
Legacy: Styx
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Centrion
Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah)
Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Petit
Eye Color: Golden brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol
Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors.

She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter.

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Psychology
Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic

Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep.
Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty
Habits: Chewing her lip
Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles
Fears:
* Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it
* Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain)
* Her sister being found dead...or worse

Likes:
* Her cohort
* War games
* Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp)
* Traveling
* Reading
* Horse back riding

Dislikes:
* Oathbreakers (She loathes them)
* Bad/bitter food
* Itchy clothing
* Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early)
* Apples
* Bad movie remakes of good movies
* Fauns

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one)
* Odikinesis

General Skills:
* First aid
* Law
* Botony
* Horseback riding
* Conflict management
* Roman Mythology

Combat Skills:
* Short sword
* Siege engine
* Military tactics
* Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies

Magic Item:
* Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother)
* Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals.
* Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins
* Backpack
* Current reading book
* A notebook (with some sketches and notes)
* A pen
* spare hair tie
* Advil
* Chapstick
* A bottle of nectar
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Possessions In Bunk:
* Spare clothes
* A secondary, non-magical weapon
* A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom)
* A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp
* An extra blanket
* A reading flashlight
* Her next few books that she plans to read
* Lotion
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History

Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath.

Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that.

Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

Extra Information: See Andy's cs
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy nodded, listening to Niah's recommendations. From what she had heard about Portland, it was weird. Weird tended to mean a place with loads of monsters in her experience, so she mentally prepared herself for a few fights to the death in that city. She knew next to nothing, on the other hand, about the Dakotas. They had just about no reputation, at least not that she was aware of. Apparently they were home to dragon lairs. Hopefully just the one. "Please don't jinx us, Mads," Nancy groaned, as Madalyne suggested it would be quick and easy. "And I hope we don't run into your mother... Don't some people go mad or something if they meet Trivia at a crossroads?" Nancy asked. She couldn't remember exactly what happened, but she knew that it was bad.

 She shifted slightly, squinting her eyes to try to get a better look at their surroundings in the harsh sunlight. She wondered briefly if her aunt had heard her prayers. Nancy doubted that they would be answered though. Her curse was hers to bear and likely couldn't be washed away. She wondered also if a god removing her gift of prophecy would offend her father, Apollo. Maybe he was sitting up there in the Sun Chariot, shaking his head at her. Did he know that she had prayed to Diana? Would he scold her?

[Assistant]
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Niah Bautista

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station
Skills: N/A

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Niah was glad she had found a route that took them as far away from Las Vegas as possible. Now Niah just had to hope that they would actually make it all the way to Fargo. It was step one. Though she doubted it would happen. Especially with Mads joking the way she was. At least it wasn't Nancy saying it. That felt like it could be even more dangerous. Sort of a 'Bard's tongue' curse. That was not something Nancy needed. Or any demi-god if Niah was honest with herself.

"I mean there is no way something won't happen. Thank you, for getting the tickets Mads. Was that all of our cash? Are we gonna starve now?" Niah asked half-joking. She was concerned they wouldn't have money for food, but if they could at least get to the Dakotas. From the Dakotas, they would need to figure where Mount Rushmore even was. A part of Niah hopped that it was in the Dakotas because she wondered if it was. She had thought it was on the East coast, but the Dakotas were in the middle of the country.

"This country is huge. How long is this train trip going to take?"

[User]
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Madalyne Crane

Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco
Skills: N/A

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Madalyne looked towards Nancy for a moment and nodded they could still simply run into a monster at any point while on the train ride from California to their final destination as well. And then mentioning her mother she gave a slight shrug, she had only met her once when she came to Camp Jupiter shortly after her visiting Lupa. "I only met her once, but yeah probably people have gone mad after seeing her. I haven't gone mad though, so that is something." She answered as Madalyne gave both Niah and Nancy their tickets.

"Yeah that's all of our money sadly. We could act like hoodlums and steal from people though which would be fun." She said jokingly as she rubbed the back of her neck, they wouldn't have any kind of money for food which would really suck. "I'd imagine it would take maybe a day or two at most, maybe shorter if there aren't any delays on the tracks." Madalyne said to Niah, she hadn't ridden any US trains before, but she did when she was younger before moving to the US. There was a bell sound going off, and she could see the train now coming over in the distance.

[Assistant]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station
Skills: Strategy

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 Maybe it would have been a good idea to get a child of Mercury to go with them on the quest - they were good at stealing. Of course, Nancy was rather skilled at sleight of hand. It was a skill she had unfortunately picked up on the Vegas Strip. "I can steal, don't worry," she informed her friends. Niah was probably too much of a rule following goody two shoes to steal anyways. Madalyne she doubted would have any issues with it, especially given her mother. From what she knew, Trivia tended to have a fast and loose moral code in comparison to the goddess of the Styx. It was only a day or two, according to Madalyne, so they wouldn't even need to steal that much.

 Nancy could probably even earn them food by singing - prophecy wasn't the only thing she had inherited from Apollo.

 "Oh, wotcher," she said, calling the others attention. She had been keeping an eye out at the station for any monsters, especially with how thick the Mist was in San Fransisco. A chill then ran down her spine. Look for trouble and ye shall find. A chimera, a monstrous creature with the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a snake. Practically every part of it was deadly. The snake's venom could kill with ease. The head was able to breathe fire. "Odds that it hasn't noticed us are... well, awful." She pulled her twin imperial gold daggers. Hopefully this fight wouldn't make them miss the train. They didn't have money for more tickets.

[User]
Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station
Skills: N/A

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Days. Why did this country have to be so big? Everything was so spread out. It was ridiculous. She sighed. There was nothing to be done about it. Maybe they should have rented a car. She thought one of them had to know how to drive. She didn't, she had been too young when she had come to camp. Niah resisted the urge to glare at Nancy when she suggested that Nancy would steal. Niah would have nothing to do with that. "I'll have no part in any sort of thievery." She would rather go hungry.

She looked up at Nancy when she called for her attention. There was a chimera coming their way. Three demi-gods, a train, and a chimera. Of course. There was no way that they hadn't been noticed. Niah drew her sword, it would become visible to the demi-gods, but the mist kept it from being visible to the people at the station. "What time does the train leave? Don't want to miss it because some monster decided to be annoying." She didn't dare say the creature's name. If there was any sort of luck in the world and it hadn't noticed them saying it's name would make it aware of the trio.


[System]
ABSTRACT: A painfully creative young woman that has a tendency to get along better with inanimate objects and materials than people.

APPEARANCE: Twenty-three years old, 5'8''. Pale with thick,short, wavy black hair that just touches her jawline. Dark eyes and a lean physique. Scars along her fingers and hands.

DETAIL:
History: Currently, she helps out at her Father's shop and maintains her own on the side. Lee works with precious stones and gems for the most part, polishing, cutting them and engraving them. She's very good with her hands, using her skills for a variety of jobs that range from decorating the hilts of weapons to cutting the smallest gems for jewelry. Her own shop has more to do with the art she creates with paints and her thread, trinkets she makes out of colored glass and sits out for people to see.
She rarely goes outside but if she does she tends to either spend the time alone of with her two younger twin brothers and teaching them about their surroundings or collecting materials for her new project. Her father is almost always busy and her mother passed away of an illness shortly after the twins were born, so she takes on the maternal role in their home.

Personality: Lee isn't against being with others or conversing with them but she is soft-spoken and worries too much about what people may think of her. She prefers to stay in her or her father's shop, singing to herself as she works through the day. While she's a hard worker she doesn't mind to throw the occasional afternoon away to just laze around under the warm sun. She's caring and fairly intelligent, but can be very protective when it comes to her family.

[User]
Gaius Stronurr

The Marketing District

 Not again. Not a god-damn chance. Nope. No way! "Get up. Eh, get up!" Gaius alarmed, stopping several yards before reaching the strewn path that lined the edge of Lee Silvertongue's stall, "We're not doing this again, Forrest. I seriously don't have time for this! I'm due for an audience with the king!" Despite his protests, Forrest did not budge and inch from his rag-doll. The stubborn thief had made his capture a chore. How annoying! Gaius had no intention of wasting anymore time on Forrest than he absolutely needed to, though. With his visor angled up towards a neighboring island, he let free an exasperated sigh and loosened his grip to allow Forrest his freedom. "I'm not dragging your sorry ass all the way through Heron today. Not that it would do you much good if I did, anyways. Keep away from Tiffany's stall, lest another one of my men end up running into you," Gaius parroted with his back turned to Forrest, like he had many times in the past. Although it was slightly different every time he hadn't the patience to put up with Forrest's tomfoolery, it always boiled down to the same message. 'you're wasting my valuable time. Don't get caught again. My guards aren't nearly as friendly as I am.' And it was true, to some extent. Although the royal guard wasn't overflowing with miscreants or ruthless savages, there were quite a few men who'd no sooner throw Forrest in prison for a few days despite his crimes being well-known throughout the candy shops, and considered mostly-harmless. Gaius traced the small outlines of a cloud in disarray and turned to face Forrest for a split second, assuming he hadn't already bolted upon release. With a small flick of his wrist, he was off, headed for the king's castle.

 Or at least he would've been, if he'd nearly been knocked over by a rogue glider, flying far too close to the ground. Gaius fell to his hands in a desperate panic, barely having any time to duck out of the glider's way. Hell, if it hadn't been for the pilot's swift change in momentum, he might have just lost his top. Or his helmet, at least. "Eh! Watch your altitude, kid!" Gaius bellowed at Eli, cupping the edges of his visor with both hands. Troublemakers everywhere. Why hadn't there been any guards watching for illegal fliers? Bah! He'd have to give his men in the nearby districts a stern talking to about the laws regarding safe gliding in populated areas again. It's not like they ever listened to him. Hell, most of what Gaius tried to relay to his guards and the citizens was brushed off as nothing more than nagging half the time. But regardless of how much impact it left, It was his responsibility to keep pressing into his peers. Obligations were not to be trifled with! That's what Gaius always said. Nobody listened to that either though.

 "At least you're not threatening to take somebody's head off, Forrest," Gaius quipped, clashing his metal gauntlets together to wipe off the dust on his hands, "if that day comes, I won't hesitate to throw you in jail myself! Ahaha!" He turned away from Forrest once again with a curt nod and a raise of the hand, heading to see the king, like he'd intended to all morning. He found himself following a few paces behind another man, visibly armed with a sword of foreign quality. It made his own weapon look like an artifact by comparison. Then again, Gaius' Claymore wasn't exactly the newest model, so to speak. Although it was large, larger than most weapons fit for melee combat, his sword was roughly ten years old. He couldn't stand to part with it, despite the many objections that the castle blacksmith howled into his iron carapace. It was a memento! How could he give up the sword that marked his entry into the royal guard all those years ago? He wouldn't give it up, not even for Blank's beautifully crafted weapon from beyond the borders of Heron! Gaius let out a heavy breath, smiling under his helmet as he passed Lee's shop. He turned and offered her a short wave with another flick of his wrist as he passed. "Mornin' Lee" He said softly, keeping on his way through the market at a steady pace.

[Assistant]
Rahna Altema

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Just like she did almost every early morning, she helped her mother grind up herbs and create salve mixtures to sell and use at the shop, or rather, it was more like a small clinic. It was by no means a large establishment, but it did the job for the local folk who just needed something simple for their illnesses and injuries. However, unlike the usual mornings, she needed to change the bandages on her arm. She recently got into a glider accident during a small race she was having with Eli. It seemed that she couldn't control the 'upgrade' that her bestie had done on her glider, a little faster than she was used to and harder to turn.

The wound stung as she applied the salve onto it, she winced as her mixture covered finger touched the long, thin cut that ran down her left forearm. She didn't blame Eli for this at all though, it was her own fault for accepting his impromptu race invitation. She almost never said no, she had so much fun when she played with him. Rahna slowly wrapped the clean bandages around her arm, tying it off with the help of her teeth. She didn't want to bother her mom about such things; running a shop was already stressful, not to mention all the small or big problems the patients had when they walked through the door.

Her eyes moved to the sound of the door opening downstairs, she could already tell who it was. Normally people would knock before entering, but there was one person who never did. And that was Eli, who called out for her the moment he popped his head through. She got up from her chair and gathered her belongings, shoving them into her satchel before slinging the strap over her shoulder. She quickly put her shoes on before dashing out of her room, vaulting over the stair handrail and landing almost perfectly on the timber flooring near the door. She looked up to see Eli's face, she smiled cheerfully at him. "Of course I'm here! Where else would I be so early in the morning~?" She responded in an amused tone. Just as she got up to go over to her friend, her mother came through the back door with a basket of what appeared to be more herbs. "Oh! Good morning Eli! Are you well? How's your sister doing?" She greeted jovially. In that moment, something clicked in Rahna's mind. Oh no. At full speed, she raced to the door, "U-Uh! Mom, we got some urgent stuff to do! Right Eli? Yeah! Let's go! We'll be back later!" She said loudly as she swung the door open, before grabbing Eli by the wrist, pulling him away from the door slightly. She shut the door behind her quickly before looking at Eli with a relieved look. "That was close." She said after a brief pause.

They would've been stuck there forever if she had let him respond to her mother. Conversations with Rahna's mother usually involved coming inside for cookies and tea, possibly lunch and then dinner. Stay the night there too, why not.

"So, what's up? Lemme guess, you wanna race again~?" She assumed in an amused tone, cocking an eyebrow him. Of course, she wouldn't be opposed to it, even if she did get injured the last time.

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Holding the ring up to the light Lee smiled to herself as she watched the rays of sunshine dance over the band. It was a job well done. Standing, she made her way to the back of the shop again to put the ring away in a safe place. People and their sticky fingers were a danger in her line of work. Thankfully she'd only had one incident of theft last year, the circlet returned safely after the person was apprehended. Lee found rather sad that some people resorted to stealing rather than working on whatever they were good at, perfecting those skills and turning them into good honest work. Or at least work that wasn't stealing. Either way, the incident prompted her to get some more solid security when it came to storing finished products, sharp thorns and little scratchy wires covering the entirety of the containers where finished projects were stored. Lee wore gloves and gently wrapped each object in soft cloth before tucking them tightly under the large bundles. It wasn't the best method but the thief would walk away with scratches on their hands for sure if they didn't wear thick leather gloves.
Just as Lee did just that, slipping the covered ring beneath the bundles, she heard voices outside the shop. Near it at least. So she gathered up the gems and tools she'd be using for decorating the hair ornament and made her way back to the front. Midway there she found herself giggling under her breath as she heard parts of something that sounded like a somewhat irked ramble. Lee sat down and spread her instruments out on the large ledge, hands and face bathed in the warmth of the day as she started to work, positioning the gems in certain places then moving them around, trying to see which combination would look best. The woman became so engrossed with her work that when she heard her name she nearly jumped out of her skin, eyes flying up to find it was just Gaius. She raised a hand and smiled brightly. "Morning!" There hasn't been any time to say anything else. The man seemed to be on his way to something important anyway, Lee thought as she watched him go before returning to her work. She had seen Gaius around often enough. The man who he'd been conversing with however, she didn't. Lee was good with faces and names but that didn't mean she knew a lot of people personally.


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Age: 15

Superhero Alias: MindFreak

Superhero status: Aspiring Student

Quirk Name: Imagination manifestation

Quirk Ability: She has the ability to create whatever she can imagine as long as he speaks it into reality. This ability also allows her to warp reality to what she pictures it to be for a short period of time. It was a trick she frequently used to get out of trouble as a child.
The drawbacks to her abilities is that her living creatures take a great deal of concentration to control properly and any damage they sustain chops away at her own stamina. Also, her ability to warp reality has a backlash that renders her unconscious for atleat 15 minutes to 2 hours long.

Looks:

Brief Bio: Koyuki grew up watching heros and villains battle quite frequently from a rather unique seat. Half of her family were labeled as villains, though to her, they were cousins who babysat her and kept her company when she was sick. The other half of her family aspired to be heros and often joined the rescue organizations that aided with fire fighting and police work. This left her straddling the fence for years as both families called for her to join their side. This year she finally had the courage to make a decision and chose to apply for UA. Unfortunately, in the midst of her first exam, she was forced to leave due to a family emergency and was unable to finish her entrance exam. It turns out, her cousin was scheming to make her fail in hopes she would see it was a mistake to join a hero school when her powers could benefit the villain coalition so well.

Now, she waits for her chance to reapply for the program while trying to keep her abilities under wraps as even her family doesnt know the full extent yet. She comes off as a weird combo of shy yet oddly chatty as she hates awkward silences. She loves books and anime as well. She enjoys taking things apart to see how to put them back together again and she is surprisingly clumsy at times. A little goofy, she loves the arts in every form though her true passion is anything music related.

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Tokiko went outside to the training area and stretched her arms and legs. She glanced at her classmates and smirked.

This should be easy. No one looks like they work out.

She lined up with other students at the start line, eyepatch still on.

I don't need to see the future to see I'm going to win.

"Begin!"

Tokiko took off running, reaching the front of the pack quickly. She glanced back at her classmates who were trailing behind her, grinning.

EAT MY DUST! *manical laughter*

Suddenly, the Doll ran ahead of her. Tokiko's smile faded.

What the-

Then, Alexa was ahead of her, too.

HELL IS THIS!

Tokiko took off her eyepatch and threw it down on the ground as she ran.

Oh no you don't! You are NOT going to beat me!

Tokiko kicked it into high gear, running faster and faster. Doll moved further ahead. Alexa was ahead of her, but still behind Doll.

You can't take away my victory!

She closed her eyes and pushed herself even further.

You...you...can't take this from me!

She opened her eyes, and her left eye saw Doll winning, Alexa next, and then-

"Six minutes. Good job, Tokiko!" Gang Orca said. Tokiko gave a forced smile to Gang Orca, and muttered thanks. She then turned and looked at the people who beat her. Her face darkened.

Who are these people? Why do they run so fast? I mean that girl... She focused on Alexa. She was fast, but maybe I could train a little harder to beat her, but that Doll girl? She focused on Doll, glaring. How was she able to make ME look slow? HOW!?!?

As the other students came through, Tokiko shook with rage.

It's not fair...It's not fair! My strength, my speed, my endurance...I've trained so hard...It's not FAIR!

She crossed her arms, and stomped to the next area.

Next, there was the ball test. She watched as Yin threw a ball into a portal, and it disappeared.

Yeah...I'm not beating that.

When it was her turn, Tokiko threw the ball, but it veered left and didn't go as far as she had hoped. Still, it was a bit above average.

Maybe I should work on my aim...

Next, there was jumping. Tokiko managed to jump a bit further than she expected. She managed to get 6 feet out, somehow.

Good, but...I need to add things like this to my training regiment...

Last but not least there was the debris machine.

I forgot about this one. Maybe this is the best way to assert dominance.

"Try to avoid the things shooting out at you, okay?" Gang Orca said.

"It's alright," Tokiko said, her eyes lighting up. "Nothing will hit me." She walked out to the testing area. Debris came towards her, and Tokiko dodged the items with ease.

At least my quirk is being useful now.

Since she saw where the debris was coming from, it felt as if the items themselves were moving slowly.

Now...to show off.

Tokiko began to do more elaborate movements to dodge, cartwheeling out of the way of debris, and even managed to do a flip. The machine turned off, and Tokiko posed after another flip, completely unharmed.

"Ta-da~!" She said, grinning. She walked back where the other students were, and noticed Doll nearby. She smiled at her and stood beside her.

Top THAT!

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Riku watched as Jace walked out the ring, Riku was a bit confused, "the purpose was to win, wasn't it? So why did he?" .....He blinks and Smacks his face. "No time to worry about that now, i gotta focus up."

As soon as he looked up, He saw Endeavor pointing at him. "You........Aizawa's apprentice. Its your turn."

Riku knew what was next. He knew he had to steel himself, he already let his memory of the exam cause him to doubt himself and almost take a hot day and turn it into the middle of November. Then he thought about it...."Cold.....wet....i havent had a chance to fully develop that move but it should come in handy."

He walks into the scorched grass ring, and he catches his fist in his palm and bows to his teacher. Endeavor laughs "Seems he taught you some manners. Drop the formalities, and Brace your defenses boy!"

Riku watches as Endeavor flares and watches him charge with a fist of Flame. Riku watches and side-steps as he counters with a chest attack, however he can't land a solid hit as he feels the heat coming off Endeavor. "Do better then THAT, Boy!" as Endeavor turns for a low kick tripping Riku. As the attack catches Riku Off-guard, clouds start to form.

Others in the class look around and then a chill comes thru the air. Endeavor notices and says "I see, your power is tied to you focus and emotion, if disturbed it invokes a change. Interesting, Riku Staff was your name right? You have an interesting quirk, one that can honed or one that can cause wanton destruction. If you do not master control, You could become a Category 5 catastrophe and major villain."

Riku is startled, "A Villain? Id never be a villain. However, Master used to call me a troublemaker, Only cuz i used to have a bit of a problem with authority.... Wink-Wink" Riku points upward....Endeavor looks upward to see 2 clouds that start to pour down rain as his flames are reduced and he starts steaming. he laughs "Hahaha an interesting tactic, what will you do next?"

Riku takes his stance, drops low, bows his head and closes his eyes. He takes his cloth from around his neck and wraps both his hands in it. "Binding your own hands? That seems rather foolish, don't you think?" Endeavor jokes. Riku smiles " Only one without imagination would think so, Senpai." Riku concentrates, and the water that fell slowly gathers along the cloth and his arms, He opens his eyes. "Poseidon's Chains."

Water formed around him and imbued his weapon with the element of water. It stretched along his cloak, calmly as a stream and flow from one palm to the next. Endeavor smiled "I see....COME....Show me your Potential." Riku charged and as he did the water focused on his fists. Riku struck and this time the hit was solid as it doused the flame on the area he struck. Riku dodged the next swing from Endeavor and as he did he dropped down and spun towards Endeavor's blindside. As he did, Endeavor spun almost as fast, Riku ducked but fell for the feint ad was grabbed by the leg and tossed. He fell and recovered on the edge of the area.

He raised his head with a Smile, Endeavor now getting upset. "What The Hell Are you Smiling at, Boy!" Riku interjected "Sempai could you please not call me boy, after all, did you notice you flame burn lower just now?" Riku pointed and Endeavor saw his arm frozen as if it was a early January morning. "Winter's Dew" Riku said "Your flames burn brighter then Master gave credit for, I'm glad Master taught me how to think outside the box. That attack doesn't freeze you like I heard your son's quirk, however think of something left out in the alaskan night."

Riku recovers and heads to Endeavor and continues their fight focusing on the right arm of Endeavor's that has been reduced to a normal arm. He continues to dodge and attack small yet important places to reduce his Flame even more. Riku continues to push him to edge. he straightens his cloth so stiffen it with Ice and turn his cloth and fists into a Pole and as his does he whispers "Loki's Staff."

he taps both of Endeavor's shoulder and then spins counter-clockwise to hit both his stomach and his ribs. He causes Endeacvor to stumble and loose his footing, Riku uses his cloth and breaks the ice staff and wraps his cloth around Endeavor's ankle, and placing Ice around his feet. Then before he can recover, Riku spins counter-clockwise again and snatches the cloth causing endeavor to fell and spin and when he recovers, Riku points downward. Endeavor looks down and sees his left foot inside the ring and right foot outside the ring.

He Smiles, "Riku...You draw my attention one place and focused your attack elsewhere. Here i was thinking your plan was to physically push me out by dousing my flames but really you just wanted me to lose my footing so you could spin me off and win thru technicality. Interesting use of quirk, and i heard you whisper a couple names and imbue your quirk to an applicable medium. Thats usually something 3rd years learn. Eraserhead showing favoritism huh?"

Riku nervously rubs his head and responds "No....i failed one year but thanks to Master, I never gave up." Endeavor puts his hand on Riku's shoulder "You have definite potential, Lets focus on Your future and not your past. You Pass, Now take a seat. WHOSE NEXT?!?!" Riku breathes a sigh of relief and thinks "Thank god Master had me focus on my attacks and focusing my power. One step down, Can't lose focus now, Master would kill me"

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Giving a long, exhausted stretch, Koyuki leaned back against the padding of the chair. Her arms raised above her head as she gave a soft yawn and looked around the cafe she was in, a sketchpad on the table before her along with a cup of coffee that was slowly growing cold. She got like this at times, sketching silently while her imagination ran wild on paper, rather than in the streets or in this cozy shop. Even now, her mind still ran mad with the events of the previous night as she looks down at her pencil.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?! You already ruined my chances of going to UA and now this? I am NOT joining the 'Family business' don't you get that?!" She screamed, her hands shaking as she clenched her fists together, her chest huffing as she stared her cousin down. The two girls had often been mistaken for sisters and even twins but at this moment, they were anything but close as they stood on opposite ends of one another. Akari scoffed and crossed her arms as those golden eyes, a trait of their family, were as cold as ice as she glanced at Koyuki and looked to the ceiling in annoyance.

"How long are you going to cry over that? The school is a piece of crap anyways and what good would you do there? What would you do if you had to go against one of us, Yuki? Hm? Would you fight us? Would you fight my mom, my dad, ME?! We're family and you need to start acting like it." Akari said as her gaze moved from the ceiling back to her cousin, glaring as she slowly stalked towards the young girl. Eye to eye, she brushes her hand against her chin and smiles sweetly before whispering into her ear, "Besides, who would feel safe with a hero related to villains on the street? You're a liability. Here, you'd be welcomed with open arms and remember, even among us freaks, you're the real one." She giggled and slammed her shoulder into Koyuki's as she pushed past her, walking out of the girl's apartment door with a harsh slam behind her.

Gripping her cup in her hands, she took a shaky breath before taking a sip, doing her best not to focus on the anger bubbling in her throat. She had to learn as a child how to control her quirk, as her nightmares would become a reality and she had been kicked out of countless daycares and playcenters as a toddler for the creatures her dreams conjured. Her aunt and uncle had been her closest supporters next to her parents as her aunt's power was vaguely similar to hers, thus giving her a mentor to look up to. It wasn't until she grew up that she learned she had been, in fact, been grooming Koyuki in hopes of her joining their side of the family. What angered her cousin more than anything though, was that Koyuki turned her back and instead applied to UA, hoping to become a hero to others and to protect those without a voice or without hope. She wanted to save others, no matter what.

Koyuki finished her coffee and set the mug down before packing her bags. Hoisting her backpack onto her shoulders, she glanced around the shop once more before stepping out onto the street, holding her beret down as the wind blows her pale emerald hair into her eyes for a moment. Blinking past the sun in her eyes, she turns and makes her way down the street, humming softly as she smiles, thinking of the second application she sent to UA for possible late submissions. Apparently the school was allowing students to enter in the course through some sort of test. She could only hope that she would be able to pass, even if it wasn't the main hero course.


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A practical lady of the night who has decided it's time to move on.

Ask anyone in the lower quarter of Enn—Lily (although no one really believes that's her name) is a florist. A successful florist. A curiously successful florist, actually, for someone who lives in one of the poorest district in the city, where few people have to coin or the urge to buy the delicate blossoms she peddles. Occasionally, she'll take her wares to the upper districts and actually come home with an empty basket—but that's not really how she makes her livelihood, and everyone knows it.

Almost six years ago, times were tough on the docks of Enn—there was little work, all of it backbreaking, and much too difficult for Lily's widow father or her three younger sisters to keep up for long. For months, as the family got closer and closer to starving, Lily tried to find work for herself, and took any and all jobs to keep the family afloat. Every once in a while, though, she'd dream of leaving the city and finding adventure and riches—but she'd never abandon her family like that.

One day, some rich merchant's boy offered her an entire silver piece for a drunken kiss, and she had her 'eureka' moment.

Things quickly escalated, and these days she's making enough to support herself, her father, and her sisters—all three of whom now have lives of their own, in Enn and in other cities, all of which Lily paid for. The youngest is studying at the Royal University, the next oldest works for a seamstress in the next city over, and the second oldest lives on one of the outlying farms as a stablehand. Their room and board, their food, their tuition, father's medicine—all of it, bought on Lily's dime, and she doesn't mind one jot. As far as she's concerned, once she crossed the line, she might as well do the best she can. 'Shameless' is an understatement—she's actually very proud of how far her family's come.

These days, though, things are not as good as they were a year ago, even if her sisters are largely supporting themselves now. Her father's wasting sickness has only gotten worse, and even with more and more coin going towards his care, his condition declined. Rapidly. With all her experience, she could see what was coming plain as day, but refused to believe it.

She saw the notice calling for Traveller's companions on a Saturday. Her father died on Tuesday. Today is Thursday, and she'll be at the east gates with all she owns at the crack of dawn. There's nothing left for her to do in this city now—time to find those adventures she's been dreaming of.

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The moment Spook explained the epidemic that had apparently spread to these felidrakes, Lily's let loose a long-suffering sigh. For just a moment, she sagged, her head bowing between her shoulders—and then she was standing and brushing off her hands, fast enough the moment of exhaustion might have just been a trick of the light, shoulders back and chin high.

"Thank you, Spook," she said pleasantly, turning away with one last glance at the innocently grassy earth where the magic circle had lain just moments before. She planted her hands on her hips, nodding to the Traveller. "It is quite nice to know what's going on, for once. However, it's also nice to give the little critters a chance, no?" Personally, once the full scope of the problem was revealed, Lily was more willing to listen to Spook, as long as he had a good reason—the felidrakes were cute, but a handful of beasts was nothing compared to cities full of fathers and daughters and aunts and grandmothers.

Lily moved briskly to grab her pack from where she'd set it when Spook called for volunteers at the circle, resettling it on her shoulders and giving one last brush off to her knees. She was quiet—her movements signified her deferral to Spook's leadership well enough, and anyway, she didn't trust herself to speak further for now.

If the surrounding cities had been wiped out by disease, what had happened to her sisters?

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Spook tipped his head at Alex; there were four other cages besides the one now attached to Alex's rucksack, all of which contained ratty, yowling felidrakes. They hissed and clawed at the corners and slammed their leathery wings against the bars with a clanging noise.

Behind them, the Temple of Spring Whistling echoed a beautiful chord.

"We'll manage well enough," Spook said pleasantly, and he reached out a gloved hand, offering to carry a cage himself.

"Yes, I suppose it is," Spook answered, though with an air of skepticism, as if he were smiling stiffly through the words. "I admit, I've been chasing infected potentials for so long that sometimes I forget just that." He watched her a moment. "But I can help you find the person you're concerned for."

Spook had barely taken hold of the cage when a whistle raised his head. The glassy eyes of his mask stared through her for awhile -- or rather, he watched the dreams that whirled around her head, through the magus lenses in his mask.

"You weren't here when I told everyone that it's impossible to tell now whether the felidrake has been infected," he called to her at the back of the group. "There is no blood test, no spell, no examination that could tell the difference between a healthy animal and an infected one -- until it begins to show symptoms, at which point it is imperative it is destroyed as quickly as possible." He spoke more quickly than he had before, his posture straighter -- though it was unclear whether he had shaken a facade or was putting one on. The smile showed through the sound of his voice.

Spook lifted the cage in his hand. "It'll go into a trance, stop eating, and its eyes will glaze over. Then, black crystals grow on its skin, usually behind the ears or under the chin. In half a day, the entire body will be consumed by crystals. When the body dies, the crystals dissolve in the air and infect anyone and anything that surrounds it. Even if the host is killed before the crystals form -- even if the body is burned -- the chance is still too great that the remains will cause further infection."

The felidrake in Meryn's hands stretched its wings and yawned.

Spook laughed quietly. "I've never been much for monologues. Here." With his free hand he reached into his inside jacket pocket and took out three folded sheets of paper. He handed one each to Alex, Lily, Meryn and Emma. On each of the pages was a different circular, geometric sigil.

"Use these in an emergency," was all he said about them, before he turned and began walking down the ruined road, away from the city of Enn. "If we're to get anything done, I suppose we'll take the felidrakes to the Lady of the Lake," he called back to them, even as his back was turned. "This way."

Ahead, the forest was thicker, and the road had been broken and overgrown so well by the intruding woods that very little of it was left. The statues still peeked through moss and vines, watching with grinning faces from beneath fallen rotting trees. Soon, the chorus of whistling and the tinkle of bells would be gone, replaced only by thick trees and quiet shadows.

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Meryn's expression morphed from wary to frightful as Spook fully explained the situation – and the risks. She looked from the yowling felidrakes in the cages, to the one Alex was carrying, and finally to the little devil in her hands. If what Spook said was true (and that was a big if, in Meryn's opinion – she still didn't trust the Traveller a lick) then these creatures were little more than ticking time bombs. Her mind flashed through the people of Enn. Familiar faces appeared behind her eyes, people Meryn had never been close to – and some who'd been less than kind to her – but still undeniable threads in the fabric of her life. She thought of those people, kind, cruel, mothers, sons, friends… were they really in such danger?

She was snatched out of her thoughts when Spook pushed a paper into her hand. A sigil, circular and precise, was drawn on it. Meryn raised an eyebrow at Spook to see him giving similar papers to Alex and Lily. And of course, no actual explanation about them was given.

'Use these in an emergency,' he said. Meryn couldn't help the exasperated huff of air that escaped her. Nothing on what they did or what counted as an emergency. She rolled her eyes and slipped the paper into her bag. But there was an undercurrent of nervousness – or excitement – under her annoyance.

Meryn looked to Lily and Alex before stepping forward, after Spook.

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The path they walked was old and deep; it wound between ancient trees and under dark canopies filled with chattering and rustling. There was barely room to walk single-file between the thick brush and mossy trunks and fallen trees and boulders knotted with vines. Strange insects buzzed, bright butterflies fluttered among hanging tendrils of flowers overhead.

The felidrakes all went quiet and curled into frightened balls of fluff and scales.

Spook slowly closed his fingers around the hilt of his sword.

humans trespassing.

A chorus of flutelike whispers hissed in the air around the travelers. The woods were stifled, quiet and dark.

they burn us.

Something lithe and dark shifted among the leaves. It clung to the tree with graceful limbs, watching them with silver eyes.

they break us.

Something thin and sinister skittered down the trunk of a tree. Its eyes flashed, and it giggled hollowly.

we will burn them.

Leaves rustled all around them. Eyes shimmered in the shadows -- hundreds of silver eyes, swaying and blinking in the darkness.

Ahead, the end of the path was clear: beyond the next bend of the road, the forest ended abruptly and the path continued into a sunny flatland. They just had to break into a run, and within a few moments would be free of the woods and the whispers.

we will break them.

It all happened so fast.

Spook turned, his sword half-pulled from the scabbard, as a child-shaped, wood-skinned creature leaped like a spider upon him. Spook thrust the blade clean through its chest, but the thing clung to him like a parasite, pressed a splintered hand against his mask and engulfed his head in living, churning wood that erupted from the creature's arm.

Spook -- blinded, suffocating and off-balance -- tore at the creature in a fruitless attempt to shove it off of him, but the thing was fastened tightly. The creature shoved a splinter into his chest, and Spook reeled backward and slammed into a boulder like a ragdoll.

The path to the open plain was clear.

Whispers hissed all around them, and a swarm of creatures scrabbled closer.

they burn us.

they break us.

we will burn them.

we will break them.

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The forest would have been beautiful if it didn't make her skin crawl. Objectively, it should have been perfect—delicate flowers dangling from the branches, jewel toned insects flying by innocently, emerald green moss softening the edges of boulders—but the whole place just reminded her of grave dust. Still, suffocating, and ominous, and that was before the whispering started. Lily gritted her teeth, the sibilance hitting just the right spot to raise the hair on the back of her neck, and kept her eyes on the sunlit break in the trees before them. Once they left the forest, she could think about the things she actually wanted to—like which question to ask Spook first, and what to make a new bandage for Meryn out of, and how to politely ask Alexander if she could steal his pistol for a while.

One moment it was tranquil—rather, as tranquil as it could be, walking through a creepy whispering forest with the tension still thick between the group, a neatly folded magic glyph tucked down the front of her shirt when a few hours ago she hadn't truly believed magic existed. The next, a tree was trying to eat their guide.

From a new low, to a newer, even lower low.

So soon after being menaced by a giant dragon, and as a usually levelheaded person, Lily's reserves of panic were spent. Her first instinct was to chuck a torch at the thing, but considering the proximity to Spook's face and the fact that the trees were already understandably upset about being set on fire, that was probably...not wise. She also doubted that reasoning with angry trees would do much good—it wasn't like they were wrong. Which left one obvious course of action: run.

"Buggery fuckwit—" she growled, hand twitching toward her front before she hesitated—she didn't want to waste the only magic she had minutes after she got it. Instead, she reversed its path and lunged, grabbing Spook's flailing free hand with both of hers. She dug her heels in and heaved with all her might towards the end of the path—and the edge of the treeline. One was bad enough; they didn't need to give those other things the chance to attack. "Come on—head for the plain!"


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Tattooed... by Thomas Leuthard, on Flickr
ABSTRACT: Talented robotics mechanic by day; party animal by night

DETAIL: Katrina (Kat for short) has done her fair share of hard work. Growing up as the youngest of four, it was always hard work to get her parents to dedicate any of the limited time they had outside managing the family repair shop to her. It was hard work having to acknowledge that if the shop was going to survive the next generation, she was going to have to step up in place of her lazy siblings and study to be a top-class mechanic. It was hard work jumping through hoop after hoop, test after test, to get her qualifications. And now, after Kat's mother has taken sick and passed the position of head mechanic at the shop to her in the meantime… It turns out that's pretty hard work too.

As if to make up for the hours of exhausting effort which Kat puts into her work as a mechanic (which, despite her protestations, she genuinely enjoys), Kat also plays hard. She can drink a formidable amount of alcohol, regularly goes days without sleeping (in fact, just don't ask how much sleep she gets- it's a little scary) and is rarely seen without trendy tech-specs which keep her constantly hooked up to social media.

Now in her mid-twenties, Kat has managed to establish herself a solid reputation as a all-round mechanic (and socialite), but her talent particularly lies in more intricate robotics repair. Since shop is a family business she intends to run one day, Kat has tried to gain as broad an understanding of areas related to her work as possible (e.g. she can adequately program, and since she often works on bionic body parts she even knows a little biology). Kat's near-obsessive focus on her vocation and going out has been to the detriment of pretty much everything else (her parents are hoping she marries an accountant, as Kat is hopeless with money)- when faced with the unfamiliar, Kat tends to try and solve problems by relating them to mechanics (this can lead to some very odd analogies). Never ask her to cook.

Outgoing and loud, Kat has never found it hard to make friends, but given how she never really has "downtime"- always either working at the shop or on some wild night out- she finds it hard to form deep bonds with other people. Although she thinks they are layabouts, the only people she is close to are her siblings (two older brothers and a sister). Today is a rare day off, as it is her sister's birthday, and to celebrate their parents have given the Meyer siblings tickets for a tour of the top of the wall. Little does she know that, (incorrectly) anticipating their youngest sister will be so hungover the morning of her day off she would be late, the time to meet they gave Kat was an hour earlier than the actual planned meeting time...

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Katrina has tattoos of three sigils, all relating to her work:

A sigil of light is tattooed onto the palm of her right hand (Kat is left-handed) which produces enough light up any nooks and crannies in something she is working on.

The forefinger on her left hand has a sigil of heat tattooed at the tip- she wears a ring on that finger onto which she can screw two augments which allow her to utilise this heat for her work- either a pointed metal cover for the tip of her finger which heats up enough to act as a soldering iron, or a thermocutter attachment which heats enough to melt through plastic of a medium thickness. Without the augments, the heat produced by the sigil can still cause a nasty, albiet small, burn.

Finally, circular sigils of magnification are tattooed along the side of both her thumb and forefinger which form circles when her hands make an "ok" motion- looking through this allows her to zoom in on intricate work.

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The world pulsated and roared around Moth. The sound came to him from a great distance, a dull throb from somewhere out of focus. All he could see was an inky black, like an ocean that never saw sunlight. Sounds coalesced around him, the rhythmic shouts and screams of people scattering around him.

He opened his eyes. Light assaulted him and made him groan. At least, he thought he groaned. It was hard to tell if he was even still alive, or if his soul was experiencing things apart from his body. Ah, okay, yes he was alive. There was pain. A lot of it.

Shapes appeared next, slowly running together into tangible forms and colors. Moth peeled himself off the ground and pushed himself to his elbows and looked around. Behind him, a statue he hadn't noticed before was pointing over the Wall and had its mouth open in mid-shout. The foreman. Forewoman.

"Wh...wh..."

An explosion of light and sound flashed in his mind. Moth remembered. A tremendous light had shot to the sky from somewhere out in the fields. The woman shouted something to her workers, and then there was a sound like thunder and it all went black.

"MWAAP MWOORP MWAP MURRP MAARP!"

He tried to shake the ringing from his ears as he jerkily pulled himself to his feet. There was too much noise, too much sound and roaring and banging and...

Okay, THAT he heard. Moth raised his head and looked around, some things still out of focus. The sky to the south was black. There was no twilight inbetween, just an abrupt break from day to night, directly overhead. Head still pounding, the world still swimming around him, Moth turned and walked unsteadily to the light, towards the sounds of shouting.

[Assistant]
BOOM

Maria's head whipped towards the diamond mine, even as her body wobbled from the force of the noise. "What on earth...?" She held her breath unconsciously as she saw the electrical explosion over the mine. In that moment, it seemed, everything was quiet; everyone had, like her, stopped and turned to look at this oddity, this phenomenon that should not be. A silent explosion, a flicker like someone fumbling the light switch, a second, two. Maria was just starting to relax when-

kkkzzzzKA-BOOOOOOM
"SOUND THE ALARM!"

Holy shit what was that

Suddenly, utter chaos. Alarms were blaring, tolling, beeping everywhere, people were screaming about God-knew-what, and Dazz was yelling at everyone to get inside the wall. Maria wasted no time in sprinting to the nearest shelter, which was a seemingly-defunct trolley that had been taken up and was in the process of being repaired, where she was shortly joined by a young boy; apparently a construction worker, he couldn't have been more than a year older than her. They sat there for a bit, panting together, before the boy asked "D'you think we're safe in here?"

Maria answered with a shrug and an "I hope so."

k-CRACK

Then, naturally, the sky chose that time to split in two.

Maria and the boy rushed to one of the trolley walls, gawking at the split. The world seemed to have gone quiet; there was only the two of them, the trolley, the split sky, and the intruding cold wind.

CRACK

As a huge bolt of lightning struck the Queen's tower, sound returned in a rush, as did the various bolts of lightning rushing around the city, seemingly striking its inhabitants at random. Maria could hear their screams from her vantage point. All she could think was Oh, God, please let Mom and Dad be safe. Please, God, I'm begging you...

Her prayer was interrupted by the boy she was with roughly shoving her out of the way, and before Maria could register what was happening, the boy had turned to stone, a small pink jewel floating just in front of his chest.

Maria was stunned briefly, before working out what had happened. He must have seen the lightning bolt somehow... But what kind of lightning turns people to stone? And how did it even get in here? Did it curve somehow? Her musings were overridden by one specific, instinctive thought.

This place isn't safe. I need to leave.

She got up quickly and was about to dash out of the trolley when her conscience got the better of her, and she walked back to the boy. His arms were outstretched, and his face bore a look of determination and fright. Maria patted his shoulder and said "Thank you" with all the sincerity she could muster. She carefully took the small crystal floating in front of him and placed it in a pocket of her jacket where she was confident it would be safe.

Wait - the statue of the boy... did it just wink at her?

Maria shook her head; this was no time for distraction. She rushed outside and looked for other survivors. Seeing a trolley with a group of people in it, Maria sprinted towards them as fast as her legs could carry her. She passed a young man who wasn't walking so much as shambling his way there; if he kept up that pace, who knew what could happen to him? Maria reversed course a bit and grabbed his hand, trying to yank him towards the trolley. "C'mon, we have to go right now! God knows what could happen to us if we stay here!"

[User] Flor had made it to the trolley and now the old man had sprung into action to get the old thing to work. He started barking orders that Flor took in very carefully. As he ordered Flor and Ethan their two tasks he froze for a moment not sure which one to react to. Flor heard Ethan's order, but didn't really acknowledge it. He just acted. He instantly sprinted out of the trolley looking for people that needed help to the trolley. One couple was already headed towards the trolley and entered as he exited. He searched around frantically but just saw a lot of statues with those crystals. He noticed a few people taking the crystals. Maybe those were necessary to bring the people back. As Flor was running through the statues grabbing all the crystals he could he noticed something moving. It was another couple. Some tech nerd was shambling towards the trolley rather slowly, while some woman tried to help him. Flor pocketed another crystal he just grabbed and ran over to them. "Come on! We've gotta move!" He put an arm around the man's waist and another around the woman's. He fired off his boots, propelling the both of them toward the trolley. They rolled inside of it just as the doors shut behind them. "We're good! That's all we're going to get for now. Do what you need to do." His comment was intended for the old man, but went out to any that would hear it.

[Assistant]
Breathe. Just breathe. Worrying about them isn't going to do anything right now.

Shaking her head softly, Katrina looked around at the trolley they had bundled into. It was a rickety old thing, the rust and wear showing clear signs of poor maintenance. However, the original design had been sound; it would hold up for at least a couple more rides by Kat's reckoning.

She'd notice Vincent grabbing one of those small pink glowing orbs from Randy as they headed over, but had decided not to ask why or what the orb was. Eerily (to Kat, anyway, who was still trying not to panic about her family down in the city), Vincent seemed to be smiling to himself.

It must be the shock. I'll let him deal with it in his own time.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of the others on board. One was a tall muscled man, with severe sharp looking facial features and a military coat. The man in a dark brown hooded robe and safety harness who'd grabbed the supervisor's pink orb from earlier was there too, as well as a younger blonde guy with tousled blonde hair. Noting that the tall muscled man was by the brake, and the (completely shot, Kat could tell even from a distance) motor was in the hands of the blonde gentlemen. So just need to throw the brake and down we go.
What about the other people up on the wall? Are we just going to leave them behind?

Looking about her, Kat noticed a reel of steel cabling lying just outside on the wall near the trolley. If we could tie one end of this to the trolley, and leave one end up on the wall… It would take someone strong or several people, but they could pull it back to them. Her only worry was that it wasn't clear how long the reel would last. Well, we don't have to tie it to the cable car until we reach the other platform.

Kat suddenly hopped out the trolley, grabbing one end of the cable and tying it tightly to a nearby water pump. I hope that's sturdy enough. Ensuring that the reel was in a good position to unwind itself as they descended, Kat jumped back in the trolley holding the other end of the cable. is it long enough? Yeah, I think so. Maybe.Turning around, she quickly threaded the cable through one of the windows of the trolley.

Now I just need something heavy to tie this to-

As she started to think this, she heard a shout and saw a strange amalgamation of people charging towards the entrance of the trolley. Moving out of the way just in time, a man bowled through the doors of the trolley propelled by some kind of rocket boots, taking with him a young woman and nerdy-looking man. The doors swung shut behind them.

The rocket-boots man seemed to be addressing the middle-aged man and blonde guy. Inspiration suddenly struck Kat as she saw the blonde man was holding the motor he had just wrenched off the trolley.

"Hey… any chance you can pass that motor down here? I'm thinking if there's anyone still up there, they could use this cable to pull the trolley up to them . The motor'd be a kind of anchor till we reach the next platform."

Holding the cable was a bad option- if the cable wasn't long enough the impact as it ran out would probably be enough to dislocate an arm if they were moving fast enough. For the same reason, tying it to the trolley could cause it to destabilise if the cable ran out too soon. If she tied it to the motor, the reel would continue to unwind, and although if the cable ran out too soon the motor would be sent flying out of a window, it was probably safer than the other alternative.

Still, if they set off without tying her end of the cable to the motor, Kat resolved to hold onto it for as long as she dared. Despite how desperate she felt about saving her siblings, she had to at least try to do something for the people still left on the wall.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Coyote)

Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.

Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.

Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.

Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.

Color: A light, woody brown.

Emblem:

Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.

Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")

Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris

Music: Endlessly

[User]
The silence faded away as a total of three people made their way to both Sangue and Galla.

She remembered Cian from the recent mission they fulfilled together. A sniper who took things down from afar- something Sangue could not do at all. Sangue had admired her clean shots, but then again, she always commended anyone who could use a firearm to any extent. After all, she had little to no knowledge on properly utilizing a firearm with efficiency.

As Cian approached, the red snake bowed politely.

Sangue blinked as Cian asked her if the dark-haired girl was her sister. She silently shook her head.

Cian seemed to be with someone. Without much of an idea as to who the man with Cian was, she bowed to him as well, only to find a pair of girls approaching them.

They were a happy bunch.

April on one side, and Dawn on the other.

For some reason, it was hard not to look away from how excitedly they introduced themselves.

Bowing yet again, this time at the pair of girls, Sangue blinked as she glanced between the dark-haired stranger and the cheery duo.

The stranger introduced herself as Galla Mindaro.

It was a nice name.

The Naga's eyes remained locked onto Galla for a moment before she glanced at Cian, the man near her, and the energetic girls who Sangue presumed to be sisters.

The snake nodded her head when April asked if she lived in Vale. Technically, she did not have a home, but she still had a bit of room to sleep in at the Noxus Night. It may be a bar, but… it still had a guest room she tended to occupy when she wasn't attending Beacon.

She had no idea as to what the two girls meant by going high, though, and how drugs were related to "going high." What did they mean?

Did drugs make people fly?

Though curious, even Sangue thought that was an odd question to ask. She would save the question for one of her teammates.

Seeing that Galla had introduced her name, she spoke to April and Dawn,

"I am… Sangue…

"…

"…It's… nice t…o… meet you…" She barely managed to finish without making a mistake.

The red-haired woman continued to glance between the people near her, her gaze remaining passive.

@Suku@HereComesTheSnow

[Assistant]
@Suku@HereComesTheSnow

Mindaro Mondays - Galla

"I'm from Central Mistral."

The two sisters were excitable figures, constantly in motion. They were bursting with energy, shooting one another close, communicative glances to one another even as they talked to her and the woman beside her. As if they were barely holding in their exuberance. Galla quietly blinked at their interactions, before turning her head upon noticing the sound of stilted speech. It appeared that the woman, now identified as Sangue, had issues properly communicating.

Her hazel eyes briefly met the crimson orbs of the other woman on the bench once more. She turned her head back to face the cheerful duo of onyx-haired girls, taking in their appearance. They were likely trained fighters as well, although unlikely to be attendees at Beacon Academy. It was more of a possibility that they were attending a combat school, and had come to visit a friend or relative in a manner not dissimilar to her parents.

The bag resting against the varnished wood of the bench rumbled. Her phone was vibrating.

Galla was already reaching in for the aging device, pulling it out and flipping it open to see who had sent her a message.

>g choc!
>c'est classe =D
>nous v1 tds!!!
>bi1to

Her parents would be arriving soon.

She flipped shut the phone and dropped it back into her bag. Her inexpressive gaze once more returned to those around her.

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Docks

Trad stood at the docks watching the crowds of his classmate's relatives disembark. It was interesting to see the diversity of where everyone came from. Current and former hunters, human and faunus families as well as mixed, and all from different parts of the globe with different financial situations. It would be nice to hear the stories of how they came from such backgrounds and ended up wanting to become hunters, but first he had to locate his own. Truth be told he wasn't actually expecting them to show up in the first place. They had never really approved of his decision to become a hunter, but they had done their best to show their support in his choices so perhaps them coming was their way of showing that.

Finally when it looked like the ships had unloaded every last passenger, Trad spotted the fiery beard of his father, Blad, and the platinum hair of his mother, Fern, just getting off. Pushing his way through the crowds he got right up to the two and pulled him in for a hug while he greeted them. "Hey! Glad to see you made it. Hope it wasn't a lot of trouble to get here."

"Eh, there was some turbulence, but it wasn't from waves of Grimm like I'm sure you've had to deal with." His father jested giving Trad a light punch to the shoulder.

"He's only been here a few weeks, Blad, I'm sure he hasn't had to do anything that dangerous...Right?" His mother asked hoping the answer wasn't one that would cause concern.

Trad had yet to tell them of what happened on their mission, if they found out he had lost a teammate on his first mission he wouldn't hear the end of it. Instead he just smiled and changed the subject. "We haven't been given anything we couldn't handle. But we have plenty of time for stories later. Come, they're serving breakfast in the athletics center. I'm sure you two are hung-"

Eager to talk to his parents, Trad didn't pay attention to where he was going and ran right into Sepia's parents nearly knocking them over. "OH! Excuse me! I'm so sorry about that."

Blad leaned closer to Fern and whispered "You'd think people in this profession would be more observant."

"They are still students I guess."

[Assistant]
@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow

Monday
"My name is Cian formerly from Atlas" She stated she was born on Atlas that was true but it was not her home her home was wherever she decided it was that was what Tristan taught on of his few moments of insight if you asked her. "Mindaro so your Gratia's younger sister than?" Cian asked as she pieced together the similar last names to the one person she met briefly before. Sure they weren't really friends or on talking terms but she knew the face at least. Though she tried her hardest to ignore the over excited twins that was practically shaking with excitement. Probably someones younger siblings and by the looks of it they were normally this excited joy.

Tristan Mauve
Tristan looked at the gaggle of girls in front of him all the while he paid attention to what was being said before reaching out of his pocket and pulling a switchblade styled comb and started fixing Cian's hair she was always like this ignoring her appearance for sake of training or whatever it was that caught her current interest. "The name is Tristan Mauve a pleasure. I am from somewhere and my home is wherever" He stated in his usual spiel not looking up from his current spot of fixing his sisters hair. Though despite that he did briefly glance at the people gathered a pair of young twins probably one of those peppy types from the look of it. A young black hair girl that probably wouldn't be out of place just speaking one syllable if needed. Finally a red haired girl form the looks of it pretty awkward with social situations.

[User]
@NarayanK@Suku
Monday

They blinked curiously in unison, wondering at the nature of the red-haired woman's stilted speech for a moment. Perhaps she was shy, socially awkward. Perhaps her speech was impeded by something. Perhaps she was unfamiliar with the language.

It could have been anything.

So without knowing, what heroes of justice would they be if they let it faze them?

"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Miss Sangue!" April said, returning the bow politely alongside her sister, who then turned and repeated the motion to the rest of the group.

"And you as well, Cian, Mister Tristan!"

And suddenly, the united front of the Schwarz sisters split. Sangue found herself coming under scrutiny as the taller of the two peered curiously at a certain new appendage attached at her shoulder, whilst Galla, Tristan, and Cian were met with an intrigued expression.

"Your arm looks really cool, Sangue!"

"Wow. Atlas, Central Mistral, and 'wherever', huh? That's a pretty wide spread!"

[Assistant]
@Suku@HereComesTheSnow

Mindaro Mondays - Galla

"Mindaro, so you're Gratia's younger sister then?"

The short, coat-wearing girl recognised her name. Galla nodded in the affirmative. It was likely that this Cian was a classmate of her big sister's. And given the intimacy that humans ascribed to the tall man's playing with the aforementioned girl's hair, he was most probably a recipient of a close emotional bond to the girl.

That didn't matter to her.

The duo of cheerful girls had split up amongst them. Galla glanced in the direction of the one named Dawn, meeting the hair-afflicted girl's eyes with apathetic, hazel orbs.

[User]
Sepia Russet - Docks

Sepia felt it an instant before Datura moved. As the other student bumped into the already-rattled woman, knocking her into Soot's shoulder, a sudden shockwave of panic radiated off of her and slammed into Sepia's senses. Staggering backwards in brief surprise, the faunus could only observe with fright as her mother, eyes wide and blank, turned and swung full force for the young man who'd accidentally startled her.

An arena. A crowd. A nervous movement from one of the other three in with her was all it took to have her sprinting forward. She wasn't going down, even against her team. Sepia shook the incoming images from her thoughts just in time to see Soot dart in front of his wife. Apparently, the swift man hadn't needed a mind-oriented semblance to predict what was about to happen. Raising one hand while wrapping the other arm around Datura's waist, her fist met his palm with loud thwack. After a tense moment, she lowered her head against his chest and relaxed, drawing in deep breaths with an obviously practiced discipline. Looking over his shoulder at Trad, Soot smiled good-naturedly and explained: "Don't get me wrong, you could probably have handled her easily." His eyes flicked over the huntsman approvingly. "I just know she'll feel bad later if she catches someone in the face."

After her father finished, Sepia stepped forward sheepishly. "I...don't think I've met you before? This probably wasn't the best first impression." As she spoke, she addressed both her peer and his parents.