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Titles: Officially none. Inofficially however he has earned himself the nickname of 'The Phantom'
Race: Human
Age: 35
Physical Appearance: One can easily see that he's unusually pale for a human being and his eyes look somewhat strange. Yet there are no fangs and no fur is sprouting during a full moon. What appears to be quite altered or randomly mutated in his bloodline however are the portions of the genome controlling growth: At more than eight feet while still maintaining a very well visible heap of muscular bulk, he's rather unmistakable.
The clothing/armor shown in the picture should not be taken as a precise reference to how he dresses. Given his job, Hatuum can appear in many different things. Usually it's the one that fits the situation he wants to confront himself with best.

Biography: Hatuum's short history can be tracked back to a small region in the Alps, roughly at the point where the provinces of Westmark, Tyrstria and Veiern meet each other. It has not yet been possible to pinpoint his true origin, but this is the area where the first sighting of him has been confirmed. Given the medieval stage of development, not everybody carries around a passport and a bunch of legal documents which are forgery-proof - and he has proven to be quite elusive and able to go around guard posts.

This is no accident. His profession is not exactly what an 'ordinary' man would do: Hatuum's an assassin. While he behaves like a submarine for most of time, there are secret ways to make him surface. Ways spread only by rumor and reserved for the rich and powerful. He's far beyond working for everyone. It makes it even harder to acquire his helping hand. He knows that the count, duchess or other person of noble rank calling for him today could very well be the one whose court he has spread terror in sometime before. Who knows on which list of suspects someone has put him on ?

It is also the reason why his region of interest spreads across the entirity of Nocturne. The less frequent one returns to the same region, the better. Basically he's always on the search for the most promising contract. Hatuum's time on earth is comparatively limited - he has the intention to make as much glory out of it as possible. He doesn't control any kind of army, but on the smaller scale of a locked room he can be considered a one man variant of it.

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Zero

Alenios fell to his knees before Amelia as if his his strings had been cut. "Of course not, my lady." he said, not daring to rise from this position. Even as his good friend Amyiartis was choked. It was a real pity if he were to die, but he vauled Amelia above all, even above his own person. And though he did not intervene, he did offer the Duke of Magyan a smile. Whether the duke chose to take this smile as a threat or as an apology, he did not care.

As soon as the bell chimed, he rose to his feet and stood at Amelia's side, as he had always done. He saw it in her expressions that she was thinking of how she could deal with this situation. "My lady, know, that whatever you decide to do, you will have my support" he spoke, smiling, though for the first time, this was a genuine and caring smile. "If you order me now, I will gather my men and kill the barbarians to the last man."

Though he knew that the enemy outnumbered his own Blood Guard by a great deal, all of his men were vampire from throughout Nocturne, be they first generation vampires or the weakest of vampires... they were all vampires and they were all loyal. However, he did not delude himself that he had any chance of victory against so great odds, but if Amelia ordered him to charge into the germanic tribes, he would do so without a second thought. Now he simply stood, and awaited her own answer, whatever that order might be.

[Assistant]
Hatuum had to make a considerable effort to stop himself from smirking. Was anyone one the persons in front of him aware of how much unvarnished... unfriendliness... they had just released towards him ? Well of course he could be wrong objectively, but for subjective feelings nothing but one's own and current point of view was relevant.

First of all there was this Alenios or whoever he was. Admittedly, Hatuum didn't have much to do with politics and courtly affairs - at least not from an 'ordinary' point of view. He wasn't completely aware of the man's role here, but suspecting someone of having an intent to satisfy multiple desires while that someone had hardly done anything more but to say 'hello' was quite unexpected. And then the man lost track of his schedule on when to pretend which positive emotion. All this smiling - all this false smiling.

Amiartys, the one he had initially addressed, appeared to be of a much more friendly kind. The person appearing behind him and being called Mycandros however was not. It didn't escape Hatuum's attention that the vampire had been very close to openly threatening him with his impressive long sword and the giant was quite glad about Amiartys stopping the hostility while it was still in its subtle infancy. The vampire bodyguard or whatever he was had already earned his place on the list of possibly dangerous persons though. Hatuum had been hesitant enough not to carry a weapon in here. That was with the exception of his own body of course. Quite a lot of people probably considered him to be a weapon himself. He didn't. Raw flesh was pretty defenseless against a sharp blade, no matter how much there was available of it. Hatuum had blasted his way through a few taverns though...

When Amelia decided to take things into her own hands literally, Hatuum became seriously concerned about the possibility of the situation escalating. How would Amiartys react to this kind of demonstration ? The self-appointed assassin didn't wait for the reaction of the mercenary leader but instead opted for sitting down as told quickly. Given that his biceps were thicker than many men's thighs already, one could probably imagine the extent of Hatuum's own legs burying the bench beneath them. Sometimes he really hated himself for being what he was, but most of the time he did the opposite.

"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He briefly paused, waiting for an reaction before he decided to just go on. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?"

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A small drop of blood trickled down from Amiartys's slightly bruised neck where the markings of Amelia's hands had just been only a few seconds before. He had known that feeling of being strangled once, though that was many years ago when he was younger in age and in spirit. One moment he had tried to amiably control a situation that could have gotten out of hand, the next, he had completely lost that control, leaving Amelia to gasp not only that very heated incident but a tight gasp around Amiarty's neck. Her speed was impeccable, her strike against his pale neck, firm and elegant as she was. Amelia had a tight and very uncomfortable grip around his neck, her fingernails lightly digging into his skin and her hands as tight as steel around his neck. He looked into at her and saw nothing in her face but disappointment and deep into her piercing radiant eyes, Amelia looked at Amiartys as a predator so looks into its prey and in that moment, he understood true fear. Amiartys felt vulnerable in that moment, yet there was nothing he could do in that moment, he didn't resist. He knew that she wouldn't kill him over something as what he considered as frivolous as this though leaders seldom should miss the opportunity to discipline wrong-doers and in that moment, he understood why she did it.

She held him with her left arm, lifting him from the ground as if he were as light as some helpless infant, her hands crushing his throat as he subtly struggled against her might. Though despite this, there was no use in even trying, her hands were both as cold and hard as steel. She even appeared to not be straining from lifting Amiartys, even with his gear on that made him a few pounds heavier. Amelia was quite un-ordinarily strong as the rumors had mentioned, then again Amelia was a very un-ordinary vampire. Amiartys throughout his long life had always been told the tales of the Elders and their vigorous ferocity in battle though he had not witnessed it himself until later in his life in the many wars he had so loyally fought for Nocturne, though never expecting such power to be pointed in his direction. The soldiers during the times of war had circulated rumors that an Elder had strange physical prowess over ordinary people and seldom were rumors ever refuted.

Amiartys took Amelia's words and advice with the utmost consideration, for this easily could've been his last. He was even graciously wanted to thank her for her complement on his appearance as she examined him as if he were some sort of specimen. He smiled at her despite his face turning from crisp red to now a light blue. Amiartys could see that Amelia was almost, as some would say, amused with torturing him. Perhaps it was her way of flirting with him and it was something Amiartys had always grown to be used to though never quite in this manner. After grinning at her, Amelia released the grip she so tightly had over his neck, letting Amiartys almost stumble onto the ground had he not been caught by Mycandros.

"I do apologize, my lady." Mycandros had so apologetically said to her, wanting to drop to his knees if he had not caught Amiartys. He help Amiartys back on his feet and dragged him several paces backward. Quietly, he then apologized to Amiartys. "I am so sorry sir. I would have tried to protect you, Amiartys, bu-"

"You and I would've been dead in this very council hall, of all places to die." He struggled to admit though not because he didn't want to, but because of his struggle to even breathe. "I'm glad you at least understand that." Amiartys managed to say in light-hearted tone. He then cleared his throat before looking towards Commodry, seeing that he and Amelia exchanged a brief look before Amelia turned away. Commodry had always been a cowardly boy, though he appeared to be rather calm and tranquil with Amelia's presence and had a look of admiration towards her, smiling even as she was walking away. Of all people, Commodry seemed to have developed a fond liking to this Elder woman who he had ever saw the privilege of seeing for himself. Amiartys took a few seconds to recover himself and turned back to the giant man who he had just tried to defend earlier. "I do apologize again for what happened earlier, some of my men need to know their place." He turned to Mycandros, who then smiled sheepishly. "Now. What was your name again?"

"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He replied, though there was a strange pause as if to say that he was nothing more than just some soldier. He was modest, which Amiartys could respect. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?" He asked.

"I attend to matters that require my expertise and with a generous amount of coins and both I and my men will be loyal to those who employ us like many other mercenary companies. We mainly focus our business in Nocturne for now and though we are small, we comprise of the best men in these lands and beyond, with the exception of a few." He turned to Commodry, seeing that his eyes were still fixated on Amelia. "And you, Hatuum, what is your profession?" He asked, though he already knew that answer in some form.

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Arielle could not remember what she had dreamt about earlier though she could tell by her mood before abruptly waking up that it was a good dream like the ones she typically had whenever she had slept in a recreational manner during these tedious council meetings. She woke up to the sound of stumbling, only to realize that someone who looked like Amiartys, the mercenary leader who had fought along side both her father and grandfather, had just taken a considerable blow from Amelia though she had not known why.

"What just happened, Contentos? Is that Amiartys?" She turned to her older adviser, who had been pinching the bridge of his nose frustratingly. He was a man no older than sixty and was a hardened veteran of the many battles he had fought alongside Arielle's father many years ago, something Arielle had always been told of since her youth. Though burdened by old age, he carried with him a strong appearance he had conditioned since youth. An excellent swordsman as proven many times in battle as shown by the scar that dragged along his face, just barely missing his eyeball. "Did something exciting finally happen during these boring meetings for once?"

"Yes and yes, madam, that is him. I have not seen him in three years. I'm also afraid you have missed that very opportunity of something you consider 'interesting'. May I remind you that you are in a very important council meeting?" Contentos lectured her silently.

"Yes, yes." She said annoyingly. "And when something interesting finally occurs, you don't even bother to wake me." She groaned before wiping the saliva she had left on her boiled leather forearm on her legs.

"I was afraid of what repercussions that might ensue in the event that I should awake you after your 'peaceful' slumber." He reminded her of what happened last time.

"Oh" She caught on. "I never quite expected you to be a man living in fear of anyone." She said teasingly, knowing that he was a proud man.

"I do not, Baroness. Only strong women with a passion to discipline at a moment's notice." He replied, though Arielle could not tell whether or not Contentos was referring to either her or Amelia. They both watched as the meeting progressed.

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Hatuum made a waving gesture with his left hand, indicating that the matter was essentially dealt with for him. "As you can see, I have survived without suffering any physical harm. I think that is what counts on the bottom line ? I can understand that people feel uneasy when they see me and I am, though unfortunately, rather used to this kind of behaviour. However you can trust me that I don't intend and never had the intention to use my few extra feet and several hundred extra pounds to threaten you or anybody else. Even with weapons it would be quite a bit foolish to do such a thing here, wouldn't it ? It would be overly daring to attempt this against an entire group of mercenaries in general, no matter the location."

The man arched an eyebrow and spent several seconds on looking at Amiartys before continuing with the actual topic. "So, a mercenary leader. Well..." Hatuum put his right leg on top of the left one. "Than we are not that different after all. I too am a... mercenary... leader, with the exception being that my 'group' consists of only one member." Logic would dictate that this single and only member could only be Hatuum himself. It wasn't a lie after all - just a bit of an unprecise, generalized wording. He wasn't eager to completely and directly let Amiartys or any of his companions in on the fact that he was an assassin. "I could imagine that one of the upcoming things could be either me asking if you'd have a job for me or you asking if I'd be willing to accept one."


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Appearance:

Class:
Myrmidon

Age:
21

Sex:
Male

Weapon Rank:
Swords - Rank D

Equipment:
Iron Sword
Vulnary
Bullion (M)

Skills:
Vantage - When user is reduced to below half HP, they will always be able to strike first during an enemy's turn.

Prevail - User receives a 25% increase to all stats when below half HP.

Plot subjective: Sure, buddy.

Personality:
"GAHAHAHA!"

Raze is a Feroxian. He enjoys a good fight and a great drink, and also doesn't mind a little praise. He favors situations that are friendly and prefers to have fun, rather than dwell on things. Unlike what most would expect, he actually enjoys being defeated in a spar or duel. It simply means he can still improve and gives him a short-term goal. Though he could never call himself a hero or anything, he would certainly not be able to turn a blind eye to obvious misdoings. He is a fairly loyal person to those he becomes close with and tends to respect power in all forms. Sparring is one of his greatest hobbies, though he doesn't mind a nap or resting on occasion.

Biography:
"A true Feroxian enjoys a good fight and the booze that comes after!"

Without a doubt, Raze's family were paragons of what a Feroxian should be. They thrived in the heat of battle, they often got drunk and had a good time, and they put power above all else. Raze himself wasn't very different. Like any normal Feroxian, he trained with a blade since he was young. He loved to fight and enjoyed praise. Perhaps he was a bit cocky, but for the most part, that was allowed. After all, strength was above all. And he was very strong for his age. Strong enough that people he knew encouraged him to try for the recently opened East Khan position. Though he was strong and a bit arrogant, he wondered if he could actually claim that position. It was a bit of a stretch, wasn't it? Unfortunately, a weakness to having his ego stroked had forced him to enter. Besides, there was very little to lose.

There was some scary looking people attempting to grab the spot, but Raze did manage to succeed against them. He was so very skilled, after all. Who could even stand up to him? Yes, defeating some of the strongest in Feroxi did go to his head, but just as that happened, he was defeated himself. A girl just about as young as him with blonde hair knocked him out of the running, and stole his position from him! Some people might have held grudges, some might've sworn some kind of revenge, but Raze... well, he instead developed what some may call a crush, while others call admiration. He isn't really sure either, but he does know he wants to assist the new East Khan as a champion.

Also Six

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Chloetta was ready for whatever was going to happen. If they attacked without warning or much thought, then maybe Bern was right. If they didn't then maybe she asked questions. If that were not an option. . . Then the worst would come to pass. If it were a possibility, she'd prefer a lack of bloodshed. Perhaps she could join them to stop her church? No, they were likely too cautious for that. She was an enemy. Well, they didn't know that yet, but they would. Eventually. Now, she and Genna needed to play a part. As victim and healer.

If only to play the part lightly Chloetta spoke to her partner as if she had just finished healing her. "Luckily, your wounds seem to be healed now. We'll clean you up later." She then paid her attention to the Caravan that had just arrived. The Ylissian troup had arrived and a few of them moved up. A boy in what she assumed to be Tactician's robes. She saw them once a long time ago. He must be the mark. The other two were a man that looked to be at least thirty and. . . What was this girl? A princess of some sort? How. . . Grand.

As if to the whole lot of them, Chloetta voiced, "Oh? So Ylissian Army shows up. Whatever are they doing out here?" Her voice was monotone with no indication of curiosity or sarcasm. Rather, it sounded more like a question for why they were traveling this way. She could only hope that the Heretic Champion named himself.

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Heather smiled at Matthew, "I doubt it was that simple. She trusts you enough to lead this army, no? As important as your mission is I think the Exalt has the utmost faith in your abilities, especially if she paid for your studies. Have a little confidence in yourself, my- Matthew...." It was odd speaking without titles to her. Her whole life titles had been a part of every day life. It was a show of respect in Rosanne....especially as the Duke's daughter.

She looked around as the cart stopped and was already following Matthew before he even ordered her to. "C-Certainly..." as they approached the wrecked cart, she leaned close to Matthew, and spoke quietly only to him, "That girl used no magic to heal just then. If she had I would've felt it or at least seen it. She was turned to us, but still healing is quite visable. I agree with Sir Jerod. Please, be careful...."

She remained silent after that, thinking it best to let Matthew and Jerod handle things and be on standby if anyone really did need healing.

[User] Brynhild stood silent as she watched the tactician go towards the wreckage something was wrong though in her mind it screamed at her but she could not exactly place what it was. With a soft sigh she looked to the sky as she watched her pegasus comes gently down for a landing. Knowing that she should stay by the wagons she motioned for the pegasus to come closer keeping a keen eye on the tactician as she looked at the distance between her and the wagon with the weapons. "Something is foul here but I cant place what exactly." She muttered aloud as she shifted her stance from one foot to the other.

[Assistant] "Perhaps," Blade spoke to the pegasus knight. "All seems to reek of a trap, don't you agree?" He asked. While the man wasn't stellar with a blade, he had good intuition. It was what had kept him alive all this time, after all. "Our tactician is young. He seems to have confidence in his knowledge, but it still doesn't mean much till he's seen combat, does it?" He asked. "But it's still iffy. Follow orders or move forward? We could very well break the orders he gave us, but that could put the caravan at risk... However, it might be better to not leave our commander in the center of an ambush... Decisions, decisions." He turned to Brynhild and smiled. "You should follow your gut instinct. I'll just follow you."

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Chester walks through the snow heading south from ferox his leads turning up cold as he grips a useless piece of parchment. He tosses it into the wind and uses the nearby treeline for travel along the road he knew a lone man on foot would make an easy target for any band of bloodthirsty killers.

He travels along his path for several hours before spotting a pair of armed travelers down below him. Wordlessly he moves to a better vantage point to get a good look at them. After moving ahead of them he spots the woman's face and his eyes widen for a moment as he realizes who she is. he speaks to himself in a hushed tones " The East Khan and I'll assume this year's champion? I would assume it's not a leisurely stroll based on dress. Where are they heading? I suppose I could keep my head down and cover them for awhile. I feel this walk of theirs may be more interesting and perhaps I'll find another lead.

Chester stand and continues through the treeline beside them keeping his presence as hidden as these snow capped mountains allow for. He tries to get closer to hear where their destination lies but to no avail without being spotted.

[Assistant]
Khan Elesia

Elesia grinned at Raze's behavior, he didn't strike at her back when she had turned it, that was good. At least he was smart, even if that arrogance was going to get them both killed. It was going to take a lot of work to get this kid to be a good champion, but they were off to a decent start. Elesia wanted to be the kind of Khan that Vraig had been to her when she had been championed to him. The kind that was harsh and strict, that helped you see your weak points, but all in all made you a much better person. At one point Elesia herself had crossed that line between confidence and arrogance, but only for a short time. Vraig had been very sure to put her in her place quickly. Something that she hadn't liked at the time, but was very grateful for now.

The Khan turned back around and pat Raze on the head. "Good boy. You're learning quickly. Just remember kid, confidence, believing in your skills, is a good thing. But this arrogance crap? That's how people get killed. There's a fine line between the two, and you have beyond crossed it. The trick is to stay on that line at all times. If you can pull back to that line and realize what you're actually capable of, you'll suddenly find yourself a much better fighter." Elesia motioned for Raze to start walking, they had a long way to go, but this conversation was still important. So, Elesia did both at the same time. She just hoped they didn't run into any sort of battle before she had beaten the arrogance out of him. She didn't want to have to watch both of their backs when she should just have to worry about her own.

"The way you can tell that you're at that line is easy, you can name some of your weaknesses, while still trusting in your skills. When your weaknesses don't scare you, but you can actually name some. For example, one of my weaknesses is initiating combat. I'm a much better fighter if I let my opponent make the first move and see what they can do first. There's a reason nobody attacks me while my back is turned. That doesn't mean I can't initiate combat, or that I will automatically lose a fight if I have to attack first. But, you shouldn't worry about my weaknesses, you should be worrying about your own. Now it's your turn, see if you can name one of your weaknesses, and arrogance doesn't count because I've already told you about that one." She explained, using several waving hand gestures as she spoke.

Elesia's eyes flickered briefly over to their surroundings, where a lone figure was hiding. Of course she had noticed him, despite the fact that he was very well hidden. She was a Khan, and a woman, she knew when there were eyes on her. But, she didn't say anything, for two reasons. The first was that the hidden figure hadn't posed a threat yet, and she didn't attack everybody who watched her out of curiosity. The second was because it was yet another test for her champion. She wanted to see how Raze reacted to the hidden figure, or if he would even notice at all. But still, she let the figure know that she saw him. The Khan placed her hands behind her back, so that Raze couldn't see them, and casually waved towards the figure.

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Raze begun to think this Khan was expecting a bit too much from even the mighty Raze. He could boast claims about besting a giant, a god, or even fate itself, but he wasn't prepared to do the impossible.

Like stop being himself.

That's essentially what she was telling him, at least. Stop being arrogant? Arrogant was his middle name! Not really, of course, but it was a part of who he was. People needed to know exactly who they were blessed (or cursed) to be dealing with. If you don't tell people you're having a party, how are they supposed to know to come? it was the same thing. One could even call it advertising, if they wanted. He was broadcasting his excellence to everyone in the general area, and was that really so bad? Raze knew when he was biting off more than he could chew. He was arrogant, but he wasn't stupid. If he was, then he wouldn't be where he was today. It was skill, not luck that he admired so much.

But at least this showed the Khan was doing her best to impart wisdom to her champion. In a way, this made him happy. Especially since it almost seemed like she was speaking from experience. He had only ever gotten to fight her during the tournament, so maybe she was a bit less Khanly back then? Probably, considering she was not a khan at the time of their fight. Now that he thought about it, he was putting this khan up on a pedestal just for being a khan. She too had definitely worked hard to get to the point she was now. Likely, this meant she had grown as a person. Perhaps she was overconfident at one point and it cost her? Who knew. He certainly didn't. But, he was different, of course. He was Raze. He was the one who would surpass all others in time. He wouldn't let his defining character trait cost him a single thing.

As Raze followed behind the khan, he thought of the first thing that came to mind as she mentioned weaknesses. It was a bit hard, actually. He liked to think he was well-balanced as a fighter, at least enough so that it wouldn't cause problems, but there had to be something he wasn't particularly good at. Oh wait. Yeah, that was it. He was rather impatient, now that he thought about it. At least when it came to fighting. He did not like slow, dull battles. He had the stamina but not the mindset, and that made him a rather aggressive fighter. Almost the opposite of the khan, in that he preferred to start fights and make the attacks than to watch and wait for the opponent to make their move. "Ahaha... well, I guess I might be a bit more offensively inclined in a fight. I prefer to be the one attacking, so I don't think I do as well when I'm put on the defensive." he shrugged, as though he was unsure it'd even qualify as a weakness. "...it's just so boring and frustrating to wait in the middle of a battle, though..."

He mumbled the last part, hoping the khan wouldn't actually hear it. Well, if he just attacked and was never put in that situation where he had to fight defensively, then he'd be perfectly fine, wouldn't he?

Well, she probably heard it. The Khan had become quiet for a minute. It was almost a bit awkward, did he upset her again? He had a pretty high opinion of himself, so it wasn't like figuring out these so-called "weaknesses" he had would be easy for him! Hmm? No, that wasn't it, was it? Since she just hit him for irritating her, then she would probably do it again if he pissed her off. Then, why was she quiet? Raze, assuming something was very wrong, started looking around. Unfortunately, his knack for discovering people who weren't horrible at hiding was nonexistent right now. He did, however, have the feeling that he was being watched. Maybe he could work on that? It should come in handy.

"Hmm." Raze was obviously suspicious, but didn't say anything to the Khan, since it seemed like it could just be a feeling and nothing more. It was clear that Raze would not be able to see the figure until it was less concealed.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] Zoro felt a lot better after the treatment. "Zoro, I think it's best if you stay off the battles until those bandages come off," Shiranui suggested. Zoro nodded, accepting his trainer's suggestion. He needed a good rest to get his mind back into shape.

[Assistant] Blissey bowed to the Zoroark and his trainer. She replied with a cheery 'Bliss bliss blip see Blissey' with a smile, which Liam figured was to the same affect of the phrase many Joys said to the trainers who came to get their Pokémon healed.

[User] "Thanks again, Blissey," replied Shiranui as he recalled Zoro.

[Assistant] Liam recalled Blissey and Vivian noted that Petalburg would host the next contest.

[User] Shiranui was grateful for the news as it allowed Zoro time to heal. "Liam, where do you think we should go next?" he asked.

[Assistant] "Well, we could go investigate Meteor Falls, but we need to get to Lavaridge for a badge." Liam said looking at Hoenn's map. "The best route may be to go back to Lavaridge and then come back and go through Meteor Falls and come out near Rustborro. From there, it would be a quick path to Petalburg." As Liam said that, he heard a scream from outside.

[User] Shiranui nodded before hurrying out to investigate.

[Assistant] A woman was the source of the shriek. She said that some people in red hoods had abducted her husband and took the meteorite that he had found. They ran off toward Meteor Falls.

[User] "Looks like we have a second Team running amok," stated Shiranui, "Lovely(!) It's time we go on over and give them a thrashing."

[Assistant] "Well, let's go stop them." Liam said.

[User] Shiranui nodded and the duo headed west towards Meteor Falls.

[Assistant] Lance had been training a bit in meteor falls when some guys in red hoods quickly passed by, he took cover near a rock and peeked. "shhh" he said to his Pokemon. Lance was contemplating on what to do, soon one of the red hooded people's poochyena picked up on lances scent and started growling, "looks like our covers blown Lombre" Lance said standing up and facing the people. It looked like they had a hostage. "Who are you guys?" Lance asked

[User]
As the Poocyena closed in on Lance, two beams shot down inform of him, revealing Marshtomp and Grovyle. "Who are you?" Liam asked.
 "We're Team Magma." Said a bespectacled man who walked up. "You are determined, but I would expect that from someone who was taken 1st or 2nd in just about every competition he has ever entered." He said. "Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Maxie, and I'm the leader of Team Magma. We want to make the world a better place for humans and land dwelling Pokémon. I'm sure that you can agree that our intentions are noble."
 "You're 'intentions are noble'? Don't make me laugh!" Called a voice. A man dressed like pirate reject walked up. He wore a necklace of an anchor around his neck and his head was covered by a blue bandana with Team Aqua's logo emblazoned on it. "Only Team Aqua has noble intentions! We will expand this world for the sea dwelling Pokémon."
 "Give it up Archie, You and your pathetic Team Aqua will never get your way!" Maxie said.
 Liam could tell this was about to devolve into a three way fight.

[Assistant] "Titania, stand by!" Shiranui arrived and called his Gardevoir out.

[User] The Team Aqua and Magma members started to send out Poochyena and attacking one another. Two of each were fighting each other as well as Liam's Pokémon. At one point, three Poochyea attacked Marshtomp in unison. Grovyle leapt infront, stopping all three bites with Leaf Blade. Grovyle began to glow white and evolved into Sceptile. "Jolteon and Blissey, Helping Hand on Sceptie!" Liam called tossing the two Pokémon into battle. "Sceptile, Leaf Storm!" The amplified attack shoved all of the grunts for both Team Aqua and Team Magma clear out of the cave. Maxie snapped his fingers and one of his admins came an unconscious man draped over his shoulder. Hanging down from the unconscious man's wrist was an open pair of handcuffs. A female admin was next to him holding a briefcase. "We got the meteor sir." She said. The male admin dropped the man on the floor and ran off, being chased by Team Aqua. Smoke pellets were dropped, preventing the heroes for pursuing them.

[Assistant] "Meteor?" Shiranui asked to no-one in particular, "What in Arceus' name would they want with a meteorite?"

[User] "Sounds suspicious though, we should keep an eye out for any information on them." Lance said turning to his friends, "Thanks for the help" lance said smirking.

[Assistant]
"Give credit where it's due," replied Shiranui, implying that Liam did the bulk of the work.
"I sense a mind that's been dormant for a long time here," stated Titania.

[User]
"I have no idea, but it can't be good." Liam stated. Liam heard a voice in his head. He recalled his Pokémon. He also told his Pokémon that something was telepathically communicating with him and wanted him to come. Liam ran through the cave. When he got to the back he saw this.

"Are those bad people gone?" the voice said to Liam.
 "Yes, Team Magma ad Team Aqua are gone." Liam replied.
 The voice expressed concern that the may come back for it. Liam pulled out his Pokédex.

"Jirachi, the Wish Pokémon. Generations have believed that any wish written on a note on its head while it sleeps will come true when it awakens."
 Liam understood why people would want this Pokémon for selfish ends. Jirachi wanted Liam to prove he was worthy of his power. The battle began between Jirachi and Liam's Blissey. Bliss's Metronome turned into Blast Burn and scored a critical hit. Jirachi used Doom Desire. On Liam's next move, He used a Luxury Ball and after many minutes of shaking, it finally clicked shut. Liam collected the ball as it shrunk and the center dot had a steady red glow since Liam already had a full roster. on the way out back to Fallabor, Liam caught a Bagon as well.

[Assistant] A Swablu landed on Shiranui's head as he made his way back to Fallarbor Town. Shiranui gently tapped a Poké Ball on it and Swablu was drawn in. The Poké Ball barely shook and no more than ten seconds later, the ball snapped shut. He named his new catch Senritsu.

[User] Lances ralts soon evolved into gardevoir while in the cave, Lance also found a water stone and evolved Lombre into ludicolo. Sook they were on their way to fallabor town.

[Assistant] Liam healed up while in Fallabor and made an adjustment so that he was back to six Pokémon.

[User] Shiranui healed his Pokémon as well and made adjustments to his party. "Our next stop is the cable car to the summit of Mt. Chimney and them down the Jagged Pass to Lavaridge Town," he stated, "If that blockade is still there we may have to force our way past."

[Assistant] "Well, ;et's go." Liam said.

[User] "No problem" Lance said.

[Assistant] Onward our heroes trekked through ash-covered grassland and desolate plains until they came to the cable car terminal at the foot of Mt. Chimney.

[User] Lance looked up at mt chimney, "isn't this an active volcano?" Lance asked preparing to enter the cable car.

[Assistant] "You ask this now after being covered in ash twice?" Shiranui rebutted with amusement.

[User] Lance smirked, "I was spacing out hehe" Lance said scratching his head

[Assistant] "Besides, we don't have to worry about this place erupting any time soon," Shiranui assured, "We haven't felt any tremors from here."

[User] "Well, let's just get up the mountain." Liam said.

[Assistant] Shiranui nodded and boarded the cable car.

[User] Lance took a seat in the cable car waiting for it to take off.

[Assistant] Soon enough, the cable car began an upward ascent.

[User] Shiranui admired the view.

[Assistant] Once it had dropped the heroes off at the top, Liam saw two copters perched above, one red and the other blue. Liam cursed under his breath as e called them to his friends' attention.

[User] "A volcano summit is not really the best place to have a turf war," stated Shiranui, "We should halt their activities posthaste!"

[Assistant] Liam found that all of the grunts from both sides were busy fighting one another, and at more or less a standstill. The heroes climbed the volcano and were at one point stopped by a man who introduced himself as Team Magma Admin Tabitha. He tried to halt the heroes' progress.

[User]
"I challenge you to a battle, Tabby! Or should I call you Tubby?" Tabitha was furious at the name calling and sent a Koffing out. Shiranui sent Titania out and one Psychic was enough to knock the explosive gas bag out. The admin switched for a Numel.
"Numel, the Numb Pokémon. Numel is extremely dull witted—it doesn't notice being hit. However, it can't stand hunger for even a second. This Pokémon's body is a seething cauldron of boiling magma." Shiranui switched Titania for Hoshi and one Scald took Numel out, though it took a while for Numel to notice being hit.

"One side, fat man!" said Shiranui before hurrying past.

[Assistant] Lance followed as some magma grunts tried to take him on, they sent out numels. Lance smirked, "time to show them what we can do ludicolo" Lance said sending out ludicolo he let out an ear to ear grin. "Water gun" Lance said, the water gun splashed the numel with a critical hit easily dispatching of them.

[User]
Liam charged ahead while his friends kept the rest of Magma busy. He found Maxie ahead. Maxie figured that the others must have distracted Tabitha to let Liam get to him, pegging Shiranui specifically as the culprit. He called out a Mightyena. Liam sent out Blissey, who one shotted Mightyena with a single Focus Blast. Maxie next used a Crobat, who was knocked out by Sylveon. Maxie decided to show Liam his Mega Evolution. Maxie got a message on his comm piece.
 "What's that?" He asked. He paused for the other person to speak. "You found a new lead on the orb? Excellent! We will Rendezvous and investigate." He turned to Liam. "We will meet again." He than ran jumped off the cliff. Liam ran to the edge only to see a Magma copter to rise up with him in it and take off. Other Magma copters followed suit.
 Archie ran up and saw Liam.
 "It's you." He said menacingly. "Where did Maxie go?"
 "Even if I knew, why would I tell you?" Liam inquired.
 "Don't mouth off to me boy!" Archie sneered. He must have found a new lead on the orb."
 "Halt!" Called a voice. Liam and Archie looked toward it source. It was Looker charging forward. "In the name of the International Police, you are under arrest!" A Team Aqua copter rose up and Maxie hopped on and it took off.

[Assistant] Shiranui heard the cracks about the orb from Archie and Maxie and went over to Looker. "I'd like to give you a statement about what they're doing," he requested.

[User] Looker said he would accept it, but it would be better to wait until they are in a air conditioned Pokémon Center.

[Assistant] "Well, we were heading to Lavaridge Town via the Jagged Pass," replied Shiranui, "You can tag along if you want."

[User] "Sounds like a plan." Looker said with a smile. With that, the heroes went to Jagged Pass to reach Lavaridge.

[Assistant] The heroes eventually descended the pass and reached Lavaridge Town.


[System]
Gender: Male

Role or Title: Former Slaver/Human Trafficker

Appearance: In his mid forties, Trask has not aged well, with scars and age-lines forming a maze across his features. His blue-grey eyes defy his age, shining from within weathered, sunken sockets. Simple clothes sit beneath a long leather coat with heavy duty boots adorning his feet. Aside from the long grey hair, tied back into a ponytail, the major feature of Trask is the scar on his right cheek. A gnarled sigil had been deliberately cut into his flesh and burned, the sign of a former slaver. The people who had branded him, his former slaver colleagues, had also taken all four fingers on his left hand, down to the palm. Despite his age, Trask has great reflexes and combat awareness. However, due to the life he has led, he walks with a limp.

Weapons: To compensate for the loss of the fingers on his left hand, Carrigan has commisioned a gauntlet made of hundreds of steel tesselating plates and sheet steel. The glove is heavy duty and is used almost as a shield, to deflect blows and open an opponent up for counters. To compliment his gauntlet, Trask carries a straight edged, double edged, rapier. Despite being only an inch and half across and almost paper thin, the sword is strong and capable of punching through toughened leather with ease.

Background: Born into slavery, Carrigan's parents were killed by the owners of his family whilst he was only young. As he grew up, Carrigan showed an aptitude for violence and combat. Before his fourteenth birthday, he had taken his first life, pitted against a boy a few years older than him, in a combat arena used as sport by his masters. At sixteen, he was won from his existing masters by a slaver named Balthor Rend. He was thrust into the world of people trafficking and trading. He left an impression on Rend and, by twenty-one, had been freed and made a partner in the slaver's business.

Reasons for Joining the Resistance:After witnessing the aftermath of one of the Crown's raids into one of the poverty stricken areas of the city, he reassessed his life. The soldiers didn't care who they killed, criminal or no. Men, women and children lay slain in the streets, brutalised and mutilated with no mercy nor remorse. He hated the world for what it had become and himself for so callously playing his part. He vowed to no longer be a part of a system that destroys and corrupts.

Notable NPCs:
Balthor Rend - Trask's former owner, mentor and business partner. Rend still operates a vast network of slavers within the city. Rend is now in his early sixties.

[User]
After a while the men had returned to meet with their commanders and Ramia had given the command to the Avar twins - despite her insistence on a second round of patrolling the area the brothers instead decided to keep the morale of the men up and gave them the rest of the night off. They themselves headed to Stillwalker's Fall for few tankards of ale where they would drink until they'd be asked to leave.

Ramia on the other hand made her way to her meeting with the Lord of Swords. When her presence was announced the Lady Crow had politely removed her hat, dropped on one knee and greeted the Lord of Swords very politely before taking her place on the table.

Soon the talks turned in to the matter of dissidents and executions - Ramia's father had been very cozy in these kinds of talks, but then again he had been a psychopath who had gotten away with killing his own wife and eldest son. He had loved the chance of sending out the Crossbowmen to the streets to spread chaos and bloodshed. The black haired woman listened every word with an expression of icy calmness, but at the same time her mind was racing.

When Ramia had been asked a question she pondered the answer for a good while - it had felt like an eternity for her. When she finally spoke her tone was quite cold, but nonetheless very polite. "I could spare you a few squads - though my sharpshooters might not be the best option for quelling dissidents. If the very best of the best men of the Royal Guard Houses are seen spilling blood of peasants, thieves, whores and other such it will first of all lower the morale of the Crossbowmen since they have been forced upon such a task which is in their own - and in my - opinion well beneath them." She stood politely and moved her left hand behind her back while continuing. "As you know, m'lord the Crossbowmen of the Guard Houses have over the years proven their loyalty and skill under the leadership of the House Crow - My house, which has served you and your family unquestionably for generations. Now, please m'lord, take no offense in my words when I ask you; should these skilled men and women who have honed their skill for years be sent to deal with a minor uprising of whores and thieves? Is it a reward worthy of their years of service?"

The Lady Crow turned her attention to the Counselor and continued with a slightly more icy tone - which she would have not used if she had been in any lesser position, or if she hadn't already proven herself to be a skilled and charismatic leader with years of experience under her belt despite being in her early 30's. "Is the House Raven perhaps doing their job poorly? Do you perhaps lack the will to honor our Lord's orders? Or is it perhaps money you lack?" The dark haired woman paused for a moment and actually smiled at the old Counselor like she had just caught him lying. "Or perhaps the lack of money isn't the option after all..."

Ramia lifted her right hand in an apologetic gesture and bowed her head towards the Councilor. "My apologies, implying that the good men and women of your House would be so spineless, disloyal and dishonorable towards our Lord that they'd accept bribes would be most impolite of me. Also implying that the men under your command are badly out of shape and in need of some good training if they are having troubles with what must be a small handful of disloyal curs... Would be most impolite of me."

She took a deep breath and bowed her head towards the Lord of Swords. "My apologies, m'lord - if my bluntness has insulted you. I take full responsibility and accept any kind of retaliation against myself as you humble and royal subject."

[Assistant]
At the fire stood a peculiar young lady, one more fetching then the average wench who scuttled in this unsatisfactory town, timbers tied to there backs and the soot and coal dust prying to there every inch, forcing them to gag in desperation, there lungs dreaming of a day when the former youth and cleanliness of their's is returned to the highest they had seen, like a new born baby.

Instead, Hilde seemed polished. Her cheeks were not particularly rosy and she was clearly not a woman in the prime of her youth, but her beauty perused her even in these middle ages. She kept a sly promiscuous way to her. Her hip cocked to the side, and her eyes showing a fake lust in them. As she watched new face near her she couldn't help but smile, but did well to keep it friendly rather then the ruthless one she used often. He was new here, and he must have money then the average man. It wasn't called the town of rats just because of what she was 'selling'. The streets were filled with urchins and crooks, eyeing anyone they could use to get a quick buck, even if it meant they needed to thin the populous. Hilde and her accommodates were the kings of such swindling, and it was about to show.

Unannounced to Mandis, two more where waiting for him. Both set to run, sharing an equal smile. One covered like a mummy, ready to bump into the man, and rush away and the other drooling old coot ready to give an alibi. They seemed to know what they were doing, and with each holding various tools for the job, they wanted this done soon. Raul wasn't about to let some newbie get the best of him, the 'king of the guttersnipes' the 'master of sleaze', and to him this was just a way for showing people the ropes in town. With a surprisingly stock built man with blond hair and dark brown eyes, his clothes nothing more than burlap and an ax dangling by his shoulder, he walked to Raul and sat a paper down, walking to the end of the alley to watch for others. This was sven.

"He carries some knife, but it looks dull and fragile, not worth taking but knowing you I bet ya will" The man blustered in an Irish accent, slurring words. Raul merely chuckled.
"I don't care if he's armed, tell me about the bags, or money" Replied the other man, only to back down when Sven clenched his fist,
"By the way. I think this man's attempting to find you three. Be weary, it may be another Solvmed incident" Sven dully murmurs.
"As I stated before, those assassins were sent at the expense of perhaps three ounces of silver, no one was trying to kill us, just gambling or enjoying a break with there cash" Raul growled.
Silence follows as they watch the area before them.

[User]
Though he didn't know who he was waiting for, when he heard the password murmured from behind the bolted door and the same door he had walked through swing open, he knew it was those same enigmatic conspirators who had walked in. He didn't turn in his seat, he didn't look at them, he didn't need to, he knew there would be a rallying cry of some sort. He would be foolish to think he was the only on in The Stiltwalker's Fall who was here for the same meeting. He finished his tankard and gestured to the barkeep for another. He had a feeling this was to be a long night. What he did see was a hooded figured disappear into the back of tavern. Whilst effective at concealing one's identity, a hood is not a subtle way of hiding the fact that is what you are doing. Trask always found his eyes drawn to those who appeared to be hiding something, and this new arrival was no exception.

When time was called by the tavern's owner and the drunken patrons voiced their disquiet with various degrees of aggression, Trask found himself on edge. He had noted the sigils on the shoulders of guardsmen who had been drinking in there and, when the tankard was thrown, his hand twitched towards his sword. The last thing he needed tonight was to get sucked into a brawl. But the assorted assembly vacated without incident until he found himself with a choice.

He still couldn't quite put his finger on what had led him here. Bad decisions, most likely. But he could either finish his drink, rise from his stool and follow the rest of the shambling, booze-soaked mass out the door and back into the night, or he could still finish his drink, rise from the stool and follow the hooded stranger into a meeting that would likely cost him everything for a chance at atonement. He finished his drink, slamming the tankard back down on the bar. He stood before pausing after shuffling his leg into a comfortable position. Crunch time, Carrigan... He thought to himself.

The things he had done and the life he had led had forged chains for himself to match those of the countless others he had sold into servitude. As he got older, those chains grew heavier and longer. It was time to break them. With a nod to the bar owner, he walked past him and into the back room.


[System]
Age: 14

Gender: Female

Nationality/Birthplace: ?

Current Residence: Republic City

Appearance:

Occupation: Student/Babysitter

Elemental Affinity: Air

Theme: Fireflies - Owl City

Background: Asha is a young girl with a talent for air bending. She resides on Air Temple Island with the other air benders, spending her days learning of skills and techniques to come ever closer to becoming a master. Not much is known of her parents, other than they arrived in Republic City with their infant daughter to try and start a new life; they were not seen since dropping Asha off on the island. She often wonders where they are, or if they are even alive, but tries not to focus too hard on the issue.

Asha is fairly young to be roaming the streets of Republic City, but likes to earn a little bit of income from babysitting jobs. She is good with children, probably because she is still a child herself. Despite this, she shows maturity and responsibility when looking after kids. She is often employed by the Tsukiko family, as they are busy people with hectic schedules and need someone to watch out for their youngest, Sesi.

The brunette is a bit awkward and awfully innocent to the point that she seems oblivious to what is happening around her. Asha is sweet and honest, wanting nothing more than peace within the world. True to the air bending culture, Asha does not have many worldly possessions. The items most precious to her are her ancient but useful glider, a lemur plush, and a necklace with the air bending symbol.

Asha hopes to explore the world someday. With so much out there, she feels she is missing out on the wonders of the world.

[User]
Asha smiled over at Hiresh and shrugged, "Most air benders do, but I am not of that age right now. The elders like us to wait until we are a certain age so that we have all the basic training down. They don't want really young kids flying around..." she replied with a small giggle. She could understand why the elders didn't want young children running around out on their own, but it was kind of nice to be able to adventure out alone at times.

"Yeah that would be awesome! We could all go together and have fun," The brunette said in response to Hiresh. He seemed to really love his job but it appeared that maybe he did want a little time off to go and do as he wished. Asha frowned at the thought that people were so tied down to their jobs. She remembered hearing about the past and how most people traveled around the world, their job unable to tie them down. Maybe she only liked the thought of travel because she was an air bender.

Asha looked up at Siku and cocked her head to the side. Uncle Yakedo? So she knew that man. "I hope he will help Katsu find out what to do from here on out," she said with a nod of her head. She obviously didn't know Katsu very well, but could tell that he was a nice person and only wanted to live life how he wished. She moved her gaze over at the door as she heard mumbling of voices and footsteps from outside the hut. "Oh! They must be back."

[Assistant]
"Heh... And here I was thinking I finally got away from it all... I was never free, was I?" Katsu asked bitterly, giving a short, curt laugh before looking away. "It's not like I have a choice in the matter do I? My own route was going to be to live how I wanted, but obviously that's not going to happen anymore. Fine... If I have to do this then I'll get it over with." At the very least he supposed he'd do his training if he must, but after that it was back to doing what he pleased. Just because he was the Avatar didn't mean he'd be behaving like a saint, not so long as he wanted to have fun and live as a thief. No doubt there would be complications in the days to come, but he did really hope he could return to that life, or at the very least something similar to it.

Being consoled and told his friends should be able to handle this did little to alleviate his stress; handle it or not the fact remained the same, their lives were going to change drastically because of him. Maybe he just didn't want to deal with the guilt, but he'd prefer to go this alone than drag anyone else along with him. Talent meant jack all when you had no desire to train, he was a testament to that much. How much motivation might the others have, he wondered, once they were made to leave their homes and follow him wherever he went? That was a lousy part of it too, they basically were going to end up shadowing him, whether any of them liked it or not. "They could stay and train... Then they could protect themselves," Katsu suggested lamely, knowing even as he spoke his words were moot. The members of the White Lotus, or what formerly was the White Lotus anyways weren't pushovers; the men they had fought today must be out of practice or something, he certainly didn't think he was capable enough to take on a handful that easily.

The mention of family brought a horrid realization to the Avatar: what had become of his own family? Neither of his parents had any part in this, yet if these people were after him it was only natural they may go through his mom and dad. Fearing for their lives he nearly had an episode when addressing Yakedo about it, feeling a proverbial weight lifted from his shoulders when he was reassured they were okay. Releasing the old man's shirt he nodded his head slowly, managing a faint smile as he closed his eyes, "Good... Good... I'm glad to hear that..." In the state he was in Katsu loathed to face the others, but knowing they had to be informed and given the news he couldn't well put it off. Following alongside Yakedo they made way back to the hut, pausing outside the door and looking at the handle somberly. "No, let me do it. It's my fault they're in this situation, it's only right I'm the one to tell them."

Taking a deep breath Katsu opened up the door slowly, partly hoping that everyone might be asleep and he could put it off. When he stepped inside however he saw all three of them sitting there, feeling himself becoming uneasy again as they all looked at him. Sending one brief glance back at Yakedo he swallowed nervously, closing the door behind himself and forcing a smile as he stood along the wall. "Hey... So uh, about today..." he began, having to avert his gaze as he rubbed at his neck, struggling to find the words to break it to them. "Those people that attacked us, they're dangerous, and they uh... Might try coming after you, which means people might get hurt. So uh... Oh jeez..." Shaking his head disdainfully the Fire Bender let out a deep sigh, rubbing at his head before glancing between Siku and Asha respectively. "You two have to leave home and come with me! I don't even know where we'll go, but we can't stay here. Hiresh is safe, but we can't live in or near Republic city, at least for a while. I'm so sorry things worked out this way," he added, bowing down as he'd been taught as a young boy, holding the pose as he felt his eyes sting slightly again, "You can even just leave me after we get away, that's fine. I just can't let either of you stay here and be hurt because of me, so we have to leave tomorrow."

[User]
Siku nodded enthusiastically, "He will. He's brilliant," She said without a modicum of doubt. The door opened and she beamed at a man she'd known most of her childhood, giving a wave. "Uncle Yakedo, how are you?" She asked. The man gave her a somber smile and replied with a wave, but gave no more. He was going to respect Katsu's wish and allow the boy to speak.

Once he'd said his piece, Siku snorted slightly, a grin on her face. "Yeah, right, and as it turns out, there are two Avatars. I'm the other one," She said, waving her hand and looking to the Grand Lotus. "Hideki has a plan to get this all straightened out, Katsu. No worries," She reassured him, shaking her head, "Besides, you're the Avatar. People can't really run you out of town, can they? They'd sooner move the whole town than you." Her eyes caught the look of sympathy coming to her from Hideki and she furrowed her brow... He shook his head.

"N-no... Uncle Yakedo, we've... We've guards and officers and all sorts of things at that house - nobody would think of coming after us..." She couldn't help but blurt the first things that came to her mind, "What kind of danger could I possibly be in?! Or Asha, for that matter? We were just witnesses! We didn't even know he was the Avatar!" She stamped her foot to the ground aggressively, "Send them here, after me, I'll tell them myself. I'm not afraid of those... Bullies." That was... the dumbest choice of word she thought she'd ever made.

Hideki's face became serious as he stared her down, "That's the understatement of the century, Siku. You're not staying here and you're not staying at home. I'll help you guys get back to your house to get some things and talk to your family, but you're not going to stay in Republic City. Not when nobody even knows who the enemy is. Hell, apparently they've been under me for years and I didn't notice it. So no, I'll not let you be subject to this place. At least if you leave, they won't have any clue how to find you. Here, they can easily surround you and ambush like in the restaurant. Nobody knew anything was going on until you were all attacked - they could do that again, with more people... stronger fighters. They'll learn from these mistakes and not make them again," He explained flatly. "This is not up for debate, do you understand?"

Siku's gaze remained defiant as she squared off with the man... "Ugh! Fine." She looked at Katsu and saw the desperation on his face. It was his fault, she knew that, and he knew that. Pointing it out now would only make things worse. So what did she do? She lied, "Stop apologizing. It's not your fault, it's theirs, whoever these people are. The world just forgot how stupid it is to piss off the Avatar... And they certainly don't realize how stupid it is to piss me off." She took a breath, sighed, looked to Hideki once more and nodded, "Fine. I need to grab some things from home too, then."

Hideki hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck, "It might be better if I go alone and get them, I know what you're looking for..."

"No. I'm not disappearing without a trace." Siku glanced to the side, "Sesi wouldn't forgive me if I did, anyway..."

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Hiresh remained a silent observer through the exchange. He didn't even know that Hideki was close to their family, but something caught him off in Katsu's explanation. "Wait, wait... what do you mean 'Hiresh will be safe?'" He asked after Siku's exchange with Yakedo. "So it's too dangerous for a talented bender and swordswoman of high esteem, but for a single cop living on his own, it's fine? Look, I don't want to leave either, but... Why am I allowed to stay?"

The Lotus nodded, "You're correct. Under normal circumstances, I'd probably have you leave as well. However, I have no doubt the chief will want you helping the force get to the bottom of this, at least here in Republic City, to stop anything like it from happening again. My recommendation carries quite a bit of weight, I'm sure you're not long for guard duty either way."

He then turned to Asha, "Are you okay with this? I'm sure we could speak to the other elders of the island... And even if you're not a master, I'm sure at the very least, Katsu could learn the fundamentals of air bending from you. Nomadic at heart; from the sounds of it, you've been itching to leave for a while anyway, right? What better way than with the Avatar?" Asha's youth made her both the biggest liability and the probably the easiest to convince that this was fine. Not to mention, folks of the Air Nation who were part of any monastery didn't usually have too many problems leaving home and making a brand new one. However, she was young, which meant she might just be as hard-headed as Siku. Katsu had to be ready to deal with either of them, at least until they separated. If they did.

The Lotus looked to all of the people in the room... Children, all of them, even Hiresh in his eyes. "I promise, as soon as we can, I'll find each of you and personally see to it that you're safely returned home. And yes, Siku, we'll go and get your things... Soon. Once everybody's ready to go - we're not coming back here, so... Asha, gather anything you want to pack."

[Assistant]
Asha watched as Mr. Yakedo and Katsu came through the door; Katsu looked rather unsettled as did the older man, but not as much as the boy. She cocked her head to the side in curiosity, wondering just what had transpired between the two as they took a walk. Her gaze flickered between all of the people in the room as they talked, things becoming more and more clear with each word.

"So wait...those guys think of Siku and us as accomplices? Yeah...I suppose that makes sense," the brunette said with a small shrug, getting up from her seated position and dusting herself off. So they weren't allowed to be in Republic City anymore because of some Grand Lotus members who turned bad? She sighed to herself before looking at the others and putting her hands behind her back.

Her gaze settled on Hiresh, who seemed a bit put off by being left behind in the city; she certainly hoped he would be able to join them sometime in their travels.

"I'm fine with leaving. Air benders are taught to leave worldly possessions behind and be free," Asha replied with a small smile. She tried to live by those teachings, but there was one possession that she just couldn't possibly leave behind: A plush Catowl stuffed animal. It was her most prized possession and she wouldn't leave without it. She looked over at Katsu and smiled at him, hoping to convey that she was honestly fine with what was happening. Life was constant, so that meant things were subject to change.


[System]
Age: 27

Sex: Female

Race: Marked Human

Appearance:

Taking after her mother, Nalia has the Platinum Blonde hair and eerily blue eyes of the Dolona family making it rather easy to impersonate them. Her pale skin and clear complexion was the only thing she truly inherited from her Delorano blood, not that she was complaining. Due to her constant travel, she is usually always seen with a black cloak upon her shoulders, though she never wears the pauldrons or the articulated plate sleeve as seen in the photo, rather, she simply wears the lacquered breastplate and a pair of dark brown leather gloves.

Personality: Nalia is typically Sarcastic or completely serious, sometimes it can be hard to tell. If she does not know someone, she keeps her words short and clipped, not wanting to waste any more time with them than she must. The only people she ever shows any semblance of kindness to those that she may call friend, giving advice when asked and distributing punishment when needed, but only killing when not given another choice.

Biography: A child born of both the Delorano and Dolona families, Nalia was the first, and only, child of Leon and Anasi. As she grew up, she was raised to be the heir, meant to take over the family when it was time for her parents to step down… or be killed. When she was only a year old her mother came down with an illness and passed from the world, her father remarried rather quickly at the behest of those around him as none believed a woman could be a heir and that he needed a son. Despite managing to have a son only a year later, it seemed Leon was set on the oldest child being the heir, this never changed.
 When the feuds were claimed, she was sent away at first as a means of protecting her, but she simply came back, refusing to be told otherwise. It was during an attack on her home that Nalia had been forced to fight to defend her family, her attacks brutal and unforgiving until she came across a male who seemed far too young to be leading an attack. As she had chased him down in his attempt to flee, she was rather far from the main house, which left her far more vulnerable than she was willing to admit to anyone.
 Despite this, Nalia refused to kill the child, even went so far as to tell him to run but make sure that she never saw his face again. No… she had no desire to kill someone who was nothing but a boy, a boy whom was doing the best he could to make sure his family was going to be ok. That had been her first mistake, her second? Simply looking down at the sword that had found it's way through her back and stomach, though it seemed to have missed any vital organs. As the blade slid from her body, she heard the sound of someone hitting the ground behind her and the oddly warm spray of blood against her back. Moving slowly, she turned to see the man that had attacked her dead on the ground, and a man standing where the other once was before her world went dark.
 When she finally woke the following morning, back in her bed and her wound treated, she found what appeared to be a rather odd scar along her right forearm and bicep… she had been marked, and by what appeared to be a dragon no less.

Position In House Delorano: Heir

Equipment:
* Rapier
* Pistol
* Cloak
* Lacquered Breastplate
* Stiletto
* Draconomicon
* Standard dark brown leather gloves

Skills: Human +1 to chosen field (Dueling)

Gifted: Dueling +4 Brawling +4

Above Average: Athleticism +3, Acumen +3, Grace +3

Deficient:  Archery -2, Soldiery -2

Marked Ability: Bronze Dragon - Mark is on Right Forearm, when initially given it was the color of scar tissue only to be traced over as a black tattoo in an effort to make it inconspicuous to those who do not already know her to be marked (Which is now only her First Mate as her father is deceased). Her mark gives her the ability to control liquid substances OUTSIDE the human body, however, once blood is outside it is fair game.

Unlisted Skills:
* Skulduggery
* Reputation

Side Note: Takes -1 to all Athletic checks for 30m period after unboarding ship

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The Soldier

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It might have been a comical point in a melodrama, for the Guard Captain to walk in and defuse the situation. Only, of course, for the new and beautiful Head of the House to saunter in and claim the glory of berating Lucien. However in truth, Meldyr respected Nalia and was silently appreciative of her taking the reins. Meldyr was here to keep the peace and protect, but he would rather fight the enemies of the Delorano and not the Delorano themselves. He gave Nalia a small bow as she passed him by, his face more at ease than before.

Just as he was about to take his position, he saw the flirtatious Lorenzo striding in and shaking hands. He shook Lorenzo's hand as well, happy he was here. It was one less thing to handle, at least. He'd rather not go about the House looking for missing family members. Not at such a critical time.

He would not sit with them, for it was simply not his duty to lounge about. It was then he realized there was a distinct lack of protection for the family he was sworn to protect, and Meldyr snapped his fingers thrice. Two men hustled into the room not moments later, swords and pistols at their sides. He turned to them and held up two fingers, and then twirled his hand. They nodded, and set off to take positions parallel to the dinner table, standing at the ready. As they did so, Meldyr strode around the table. His cloak swaying lightly, and one hand on his sword, he almost walked with the air of a tragic hero.

He gave nods to every family member that looked his way as he passed by. He even had a slightly reassuring look to Fiona, for he could see the tears glimmer in her dark eyes. He held no love for her son other than an appreciation of his dueling skills, but he understood what it felt like to lose your home.

He halted just to the back left of Nalia, standing at ease in body, though his gaze was ever wary. Within seconds, he let out a breath, and realized that this was where he needed to be from now on. Lord Delorano was truly dead, and this was the way of things now. He'd served under the command of many people less worthy than Nalia, he knew. He would get used to it quickly, and in fact he already felt himself getting accustomed to it. Perhaps he was just hungry. He even gave a chuckle.

Not everyone could adjust however, it seemed. First Lucien, and now Juniper was openly full of contempt.

"My lady, I could have a few of my men escort the Lady Juniper to her chambers..." he voiced to Nalia.

[Assistant]
Lucien Delorano

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If anyone could crack the harsh facade that Lucien had constructed for himself since learning of his father's death it was Pieter. The troubadors smile yearned for others to join it, and Lucien could not help but smirk slightly as he remembered stealing basket-loads of those very same buns from the kitchen as a boy. Pieter and he had ruined many a dinner gorging themselves on the savory treats.

"Lucien, try these cheese buns, they're just like when we were kids."

"Well they are, Pieter,"said Lucien half-heartedly. His anger was subsiding and the shock of the past few days events was fading, replaced by a dismal certainty that nothing would ever be the same in House Delorano. "I would speak to you in private when we have the chance, Pieter," whispered Lucien to his friend. He was about to attempt a lame joke-something about buns-when Lucien noticed the extra guards enter the room and take up position on either wall of the dining hall. Captain Meldyr was strolling along the table, heavy hand on the pommel of his sword.

The casual manner in which the guard captain had spoken to Lucien earlier left a bitter taste in his mouth; and it was on Meldyrs watch that his father had been killed after all. As Meldyr took a position beside his sister, Lucien could not help but feel that the guard captains loyalty would be unwavering to Nalia-something about the way he looked at her unnerved the young lord.

And then their was Luciens sister, unnoticed until now , such was the fury that had engulfed Lucien. Sweet Juniper, Junebug, their mother had called her. Puffy eyed and looking like a wilted flower. A soft spot in Luciens heart opened at the sight of his forlorn sister. The girl was clearly shaken. She must have been up all night in tears, he thought. But their was suddenly a look of contempt on Junipers face and Lucien followed her gaze to Aunt Fiona and Lorenzo. The girl flailed, emotion spilling out and her heavy wooden chair upended, filling the room with a deafening crack. Lucien shifted uncomfortably in his chair, not helped by his rapier digging into his side. He shifted his blade awkwardly to rest on his lap instead.

Juniper had always been an awkward girl, Lucien remembered, but spirited. Some of the choice words his little sister seemed to conjur from the mouths of sailors had been supplied by Lucien whether by slip of the tongue or her inquiring mind. And it was Lucien who had first shown the girl how to fire a pistol with proper accuracy. The force of it had shot her arms into the air, but the clay pot they had swiped from Anathagos' chambers had been obliterated. "A natural, dear sister!" Lucien had shouted.

"My lady, I could have a few of my men escort the Lady Juniper to her chambers...", said Meldyr.

"I would take her," said Lucien, surprising even himself. "With your leave of course, M'lady?" Lucien asked Nalia, perhaps a bit too sweetly. Whether or not Nalia consented was irrelevant, at least Juniper would know she still had an ally in her brother.

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Otto had merely watched the conversations between the house members, not finding it in his best interests nor his place to speak in such a conversation, he was merely a doctor. The foreigner exchanged a sigh as he closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the past when he had first met Leon. Those were indeed the good times, a smile creeping to his voice as those thoughts dared to come to him.

"Those were the good days, the most fortunate day of my life as I dared exit the galleon in which had taken me to a strange a foreign place. 'Twas a place of majesty and a land for hope in the eyes of the younger, if not more cheerful and unmanly, me. I barely understood the native tongue, it differing from mine to such a large extent, but I managed. And yet, it was then, as I left the ship and docks behind me, when I had met Leon Delorano, a most magnificent man and a most kind man. We made talk as I left the docks, I told him in how I was searching for a new occupation in these lands and I remember that I complimented him on his extravagant wares. We conversed for hours, Leon touring me through the city and showing me much of his family estate. It was as if two parts of a puzzle simply clicked together and formed a picture in complete unison. As luck permitted, it was that very same day that as one of Leon's friends had fallen sick and I rushed to help the fool who had merely contracted a small bout of food poisoning. After such a treatment, Leon hired me and thusly I joined his family, quite happily as well. I remember being more intune with the family then, this family in which I am forever grateful for. Forever, shall I be grateful for my friend Leon."

Though, the words of Lucien and the Guard Captain to Juniper snapped him back to reality, reminding him that he lived in the present and not the past. Otto's smile seemed to disappear within an instant at the notion that someone have to leave this meeting which was in remembrance for someone so grand, offended. "No," Otto spoke up towards them, "I do not believe that anyone is unimportant here as this is Wake is in remembrance for Leon, as we all should know. It would be disrespectful to his very being should we not all attend." With a sigh of disapproval he continued, "And look at us. None of us are celebrating, there is no joy here. Where is the merry we are supposed to be making? Why have we simply been moping when Leon is in a better place?"

[Assistant]
 Nalia watched those who spoke, annoyed with her siblings reactions to what was going on as it made no sense for Lucien to be upset about his place. He was on her right hand side, that was the position of Honor, not the left. Letting out a slow breath, she wrapped her knuckle on the table twice before her eerily blue eyes went straight to her sister Juniper. She loved the child with all her heart and had threatened her far share of people who had tried to get too close to the young woman. "No, there will be no leaving the table," she replied calmly, her eyes shooting to Otto before she turned her head to look at her Captain of the Guard, "I appreciate your off Meldyr, but it will not be needed as it seems there are a few things I will have to clear up before anyone can at least pretend to find comfort in knowing the man no longer has to look over his shoulder."

 "Juniper, Father is the one who wanted Lorenzo as my stand it," she told the young woman, "I would have rather taught you to do so and had you as my stand in than my cousin seeing as that puts our Aunt far too close to the seat for my comfort. However, it would be wrong not to respect his wishes now that he has passed." With this said she pulled a letter from her pocket and chucked it to the younger woman with a slightly annoyed look on her face. It was in their father's writing and it outlined exactly what she had just shared with the hall. As far as Otto was concerned though, she was rather annoyed by the fact that he had told them no when it was not his place to do so.

 "Now, enough with the drama, I am tired of the useless bickering and the childish antics from those who are supposed to be honoring the deceased. The last thing we need is infighting, no, now is a time for strengthening our bonds and being there for one another. Juniper, move to your place next to our brother please, this is where you should have been since the very beginning and I am sorry that I did not say so sooner. You are a daughter of Leon and Gloria Delorano, it is time you be as proud as one my dear sister." She motioned for her youngest sibling to take the second chair, it was time for her to stop acting like a young child. In these days, a 15 year old girl was usually already married off, something Leon and Nalia refused to allow so instead, she will learn all the things Nalia did if it pleased her to do so.

Accumen roll - Natural 20 +3 for everyone to sit down and stfu
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[System]
Notable Parents:
None. Auron, however, is a relative.
Age: ???

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Black and Blue

Eye color: Blue

Appearance:
Most accurate for her hair.

Saina is a 5'1 woman, standing currently as the shortest of the group. Her skin is pearlescent white and her hair dark as a crows, with the end a strange hue of blue that only matches her haunting shade of pale blue eyes. She wears it up in a high ponytail the majority of the time, as when it's down the amount of mana coming off of her gives the strange side effect of her hair appearing to move like it's underwater. Something she finds weird, and doesn't like to flaunt given the way she wears it. Her attire is as mostly seen in the images above with a few exceptions; that being that her cloak does not have sleeves. A scar runs across the side of her abdomen and she frequently wears full fingered black gloves to aid her grip on her katana. Her skill with the katana is only so-so, used instead mainly to place more precision into her unique ice magic and to kill the stray fiend here and there when necessary. Her black katana rests on her hip usually and when drawn, snow falls from the blade. She carries items on her belt to grab and use when needed without having to rifle through her larger stores of belongings.
Weapon: Black Katana, Magics

Limit break:
"Lance de Glace" - Several black ice lances form around Saina in midair, then with a snap of her fingers move to impale the enemy directly

Any Armor: Black Cloak

Skills:
-Ice Magic
-High Agility
-High Speed
-An excellent dancer

Shortcomings:
-Only so-so with a sword
-Secretive
-Has difficulty forming relationships

Occupation: ???

Biography: ???

Personality: Saina is a mysterious woman who often appears to be aloof, yet when you look in her eyes there is some sort of deep understanding seen there. She is stoic, vigilant, and very blunt when asked for her opinion.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?: Arriving on her chocobo, Mercury

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"Hey stop this you blue chocobo! My chair isn't food or a toy!" Naisha exclaimed when the bird began nibble on her chair. It was bad enough with it being broken, but this chocobo now was going to make things even worse with making scratches and dents all over the thin external metal plating.

 Then the missing people showed up and they seemed like a mess… especially the strange machine guy, Sifen, yeah that was his name. He missed an arm! Now he came here talking all strange about her chair." What do you mean vrooOOOOOOOOOOOOMWHOA…!?" Nai began saying when suddenly Alex picked her chair and rose it above her head. It wasn't that the chair was going to be heavy for the red head. Due it's floating magic it was basically light as feather and generally floating on a certain distance above the ground. When Alex picked it up it meant she was only lifting and keeping in the air only about Nai's weight, which frankly wasn't much.

 The mage felt insecure in the air like this though oddly the fact it was Alex who held her fixed the situation somewhat. Still she felt very thankful when her friend put her next to Urick again." Yeah we better get moving… we need to get some serious treatment for you people." Nai agreed with her friend." What happened to you guys anyway? And why are you missing an arm?!" She asked Sifen." Also this chair isn't a vroom! It's a hover chair!"

[Assistant]
Braska just watched as the members of the guardian team got together. Apparently they were missing another member but it didn't stop Braska from feeling a sense of not belonging. He was usually a very ecstatic person but right now it felt weird. His eyes locked on Nai, who appeared alongside another female. That face was unforgettable and it made him feel a bit better especially with Gippal being one of the main people talking. Gippal patted Braska on his back and told him to come on. Braska sighed and started walking beside Gippal until he got an idea. A thought to bring some attention to himself and maybe make a few laughs. Braska broke into a mad sprint and once he hit full speed, Braska dove forward into three front flips. His feet landed on a boulder not too far from the group.

"To all that don't know me, the names Braska Jr. I'm sure you all know me as the Star Player of the Zanarkand Abes!" Braska exclaimed.

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Gippal and Urick Looked over to Alex as she fell to her knees, But before they could react she got up and acted like nothing happened. Squinting at her they both looked at each other in unison. What the hell was that?! But before they could talk to her Suddenly the blue chocobo came running out and nestled Alex. Looking to their left they could see Saina, Maximus and Sifen walking towards them. Well...Maximus and Sifen being dragged by Saina that is.

Urick smiled as he saw Saina walking towards them. Good She was safe. He thought as she spoke to Eva. He looked over to Alex to see Maximus face plant in between her breasts. Though it was a breast plate still the concept. He even blushed at the thought. He looked away as Maximus was slapped in the head, Surprised he didn't get a fist.

He looked to Saina as she immediately walked to him and blushed even more as she looked up at him. She paused, with her mouth open, as if deciding a better sentence to say. When she said she was glad he wasn't hurt he Shyly looked down and away, but then looked at her and noticed her cut on her cheek. He slowly lifted his hand but suddenly he was grabbed by the shoulders and moved a few feet away, Looking to his right to see Alex with her head over his shoulder with a casual grin. Saying that she shouldn't worry, that he was a tough guy. At which he gave two quick slight nods. His face turning a brighter red.

He then rubbed his left arm with his right hand for a movement thinking if he should heal Saina's cut. Or if it would be over stepping his bounds. As Alex was dealing with the Chocobo and Sifen he reached out with his left hand and placed just a finger on her cheek, whispering a cure spell, he pulled back just as suddenly when it sealed up. "I...I'm glad your safe..." He Swallowed hard. "As well." It was at this point Alex had put Nai's chair back infront of him and walked over to Sifen and Urick, dragging them to Kilika.

He pushed Nai's chair and kept his head down as the group began to move. His cheeks and ears beat red. Gippal glanced back and Saw this, giving him a queer look, his eyes glancing between Urick and Saina, He gave a single chuckle. "Heh" Before shaking his head and looking forward as Braska sprinted infront of them and performed an acrobatic feat to gain attention to himself, He then introduced himself as the star player of the Zanarkand Abe's.

Groaning slightly at this sight, he felt embarrassed as he saw it. He then added quickly, "That is after I left the Abe's. " He walked passed Braska with a smirk. It always riled him up when he brought that up. He looked to their group. All bruised or at worse, loss of limb...not even a day on their journey. He sighed. It was going to be a rough one.

The group would walk for an hour or so through the trees, Gippal explaining to Braska what had happened to him and Urick during his five years disappearance, who Eva was and that they were going to fight Thane. Just after explaining this they came to a clearing, they had walked too far inland and now found themselves on the steps of Kilika Temple.

[Assistant]
When Saina came with everyone she moved towards her, when she bowed she watched as Maximus moved away raising an eyebrow at at how both Sifen and Maximus was acting. She looked at Saina as she asked if she was alright, She smiled and hugged her quickly, "I'm fine, And no it wasn't." She smiled and looked to Sifen who was looking at the chair and noticed his arm was gone. Gasping she moved to him, looking at his stump. It was wrapped, rather poorly that is. She placed her hand on his arm and whispered a cura spell on his arm, sealing the wound properly.

"What the heck happened? Who chopped it off?" She noticed that the cut was realllly flat and clean. "Seriously chopping off an arm and leaving it for infection." She was saying mostly to herself.

She then watched as Maximus planted his face in Alex's chest, adding. "Seriously what happened to you guys?"

Moving to Gippal as Alex grabbed sifen and maximus she walked closely to him. Braska suddenly did some flips and landed on a rock, introducing himself. She looked at him with her head cocked to the side and smiled. What a strange fellow. Gippal made a small remark and she slapped his arm. "Oh be nice."

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When they reached the temple Eva grew silent, as she was the entire walk...this place seemed so familiar... But it was when she saw the temple. Her eyes went wide as her memories of her dreams flashed in her head. She looked to her left to see the tree where she was sitting with that blonde haired boy. Her eyes quickly looked around as her heart began to race and she looked towards the sea... No...This wasn't...

She started hyperventilating. She didn't know why, but she freaked the last time she was here...and it was starting again. She just didn't want to be here. She couldn't be here. Pain. So much pain. Flashes of a battle in her head. Being tossed around. "No...No no no no no no no!" She Gripped onto Gippal, tears coming to her eyes. "Not here...why are we here? I don't want to be here! GIPPAL!" She started to sob. Curling into a ball as much as she could while standing. She gripped Gippals shoulders and hung on him till he held her in his arms, as he started to comfort her.

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When Saina was hugged by Eva, her eyes had widened before she slowly placed her own arms around the slightly taller woman and closed her eyes. She did love affection, and she soaked this up with an oddly content look on her face especially when Eva assured her all was fine. When she'd moved to Urick she gave the red haired woman a quizzical look at how she put distance between her and the pale haired man but mostly brushed it off. She watched Urick as he contemplated what to do next, cocking her head at his blushing and... oddly finding herself having a tiny blush as well.

At that moment, the significantly larger man delicately placed a finger on her cheek and her eyes widened in that instant. She found herself focusing on his lips as he whispered a cure spell to heal the cut on her cheek and blinked fervently when he pulled his hand back to look into his eyes.

"I...I'm glad your safe... As well."

As he moved away Saina could internally hear the sound of a tea kettle whistling as her toes curled back in her boots and a shiver ran up her spine. She forced herself to exhale and turn away before moving up to be directly beside Eva. She didn't miss the look that Gippal gave them and she merely raised a brow at him as she forced a smile from touching her lips. She noted Braska's introduction, spacing out after he'd introduced his name as she wondered where she'd heard it before. Sounded familiar and some of the others seemed to know him. Still, he fought valiantly with her against the kraken in the sea and regarded him with high respect. He would definitely be a worthy guardian. As for the wheelchair girl, she still needed to find time to speak with Eva about... Her thoughts churned in her head as she walked with everyone in comfortable silence, her gloved fingers rubbing the sphere in her pocket along the way.

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Ah... The infamous Kilika Temple. As she stopped with the crew in its shadow a small part of her leapt at the sight of it. She'd only been here very briefly before really in her travels. She put her hands on her hips and her thoughts wandered into dark corners, reminiscing of how she'd been told--

It was at that moment she broke from her thoughts to notice Eva hyperventilating and clutching to Gippal. Her heart sank though her expression remained neutral as her eyes narrowed at the summoner. She... felt something here then? Interesting... Then again... She examined how the summoner clung tightly to Gippal, using him as her rock. How much did they mean to each other? She had to wonder. Were she one for using humor, she might have even given Gippal the same look he had given her and Urick a few hours ago but decided against it. After all, her summoner was distraught and she would do her best to calm her, and she would somehow need to do it without tearing her away from Gippal. She folded her arms, keeping her expression entirely neutral. Should this be a painful experience for Eva, she wanted, more than anything, to be strong for her.

"Lady Eva,"

She blatantly disregarded the summoners earlier request to drop the honorifics in order to catch her attention now. Her voice remained calm and collected as she looked to the strawberry-blonde headed woman. She paused, choosing her next words very carefully.

"This temple appears to hold pain for you... but it is an important part of your journey as a summoner. We can wait to go in until we strategize a plan to proceed, if you desire."

Even if the summoner wished to neglect this temple then so be it. She bowed her head, wishing she could be more help. Though it seemed that the young woman she had resigned to protect was desperate to do anything but enter. An afterthought made itself present and she held her fingers out in front of her and gently swayed her fingers inward as she pressed her heel in front of her on the stone ground with a soft 'clack!' From her heel a small blue line shot across the ground and beneath the feet of Eva and Gippal. Above their heads a alchemic circle formed slowly and rotated slowly as gentle snow fell onto them. It wasn't much, honestly. After being in a shipwreck and washing ashore, walking for hours in the muggy island heat and now breaking down into tears... at least she could bring the threat of heat exhaustion down. The cold always seemed to make people think more clearly as well anyways. She sighed, rubbing her own eyes. The heat here was extremely miserable to herself as well, come to think of it.