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Physical Form:

Abilities:
Smarter then thou: What Twich lacks in physical strength and size, he makes up for with a cruel cunning, a twisted intellect and a surprisingly strong will.

Alchemist Training: There are only two things that an alchemist needs to be able to do in order to be a good alchemist; The ability to flip a table and be on the other side of it when what they are working on explodes and the ability to know exactly when to do this. Everything else is just icing on the cake.

If you don't want to eat it just because it has some mold growing on it, hand it over.: Twich is a kobold. They can eat just about anything regardless of how rotten its become just fine without ill effect. They are also immune to horrible smells that would make others sick.

Love the BOOM!: There is something about arson and explosions that just appeals to Twich's soul. The fact that he is very good at creating things that explode and set things on fire makes his inner hatchling very happy.

WHY?! FOR SCIENCE!: Twich doesn't always create or tamper with things to make them explode or catch fire (At least, not as the end goal). Often he likes to create concoctions or perform experiments for a large number of reasons, more often then not because he felt like it or just wants to see if the current theory in his head has any basis in reality.

Personality:
Those who meet Twich would surprisingly discover that he is, above everything else, quite civil. Those above or greater then him will get the recognition that they deserve of course but those of equal and even lower standing will be treated with professional, polite conversation when talking with Twich. They will also quickly discover that he is quite 'mad'; His mind seems to operate on a completely different wavelength then everyone around him and he often views the world far differently from other people as well.

If one really wants to see him in his prime however, all they need to do is suggest a possible alchemy or science experiment within Twich's hearing range. The quest for discovery and knowledge burns within him brighter then the flames of hell themselves; Despite this he has made it quite clear to several demons that have offered him deals for knowledge and alchemist/scientific discoveries in exchange for his soul that he is not interested because 'That was the path of cowards and fools'.

Even the most evil of beings would find the calm, professional and somewhat detracted approach that Twich takes with his experiments rather... unnerving. Almost all of his experiments are performed on live test subjects... often without their knowledge let alone consent.

Wants/Needs: A bigger lab, more resources and freedom to explore with his various fields of science and alchemy. First pick of any group of slaves and captives with no questions asked as to why he wants/needs them. The right to take any student that he wishes.

Relationships: Fairly civil, shows the needed respect to those that require it.

Backstory: Twich was born to the Snakebiter tribe, a kobold tribe that had its tunnels located underneath a somewhat poisonous swamp. Taken to be trained as an alchemist rather early on when he showed he had a knack for it, Twich rather quickly learned everything that his tribe knew about it and found himself consumed by the desire to learn more. At first traveling to other kobold tribes to study, Twich soon found himself learning from many of the other underworld denizens in exchange for his services; At times he even found teachers among the more open minded of the surface dwelling races. When he ran out of teachers who could offer him new knowledge, Twich wasn't satisfied. He needed to know more and that meant he needed to create more things to learn himself.

This is rather challenging as an independent working alone... but with the raise of the Master and his 'Hordes of Darkness', Twich found a patron who could make his dreams and desires a reality in exchange for his services.

Other: -

[User]
A dark figure sits on a throne made out of rock inside one of the abandoned tunnels underneath the Dwarven Outpost. The strange creature is clothed in black robes that cover everything but its head and hands, the head of the creature is like that of a four tentacled octopus with purple skin and pupilless milk white eyes peering at the strange insect that one of its Dwarven mind slaves is approaching with. "My Lord Xallihion, we found a couple of these strange bugs crawling through the tunnel. None of the others know what they are, but they are very easy to kill" The former Dwarven miner will stop about five feet from Xallihion, kneeling down and offering up the dead insect that has a single wound where its head is, obviously from the pickaxe that the Dwarf still has on his hip.

Xallihion will lean forward in his stone throne and after a few seconds the Dwarf will hear a voice in his mind, Get rid of the body and kill any others that approach this area, Now. As the Dwarf stands up and bows, Xallihion will lean back in his throne and watches the Dwarf leave and gather the other five Dwarven mind slaves that Xallihion has under his control. It appears someone else is interested in these Dwarves, I could feel the connection between that insect and something stronger than it and far away. With his tentacles moving faster than their normal slow movements, they are the only sign of Xallihion's growing interest in this new player that is coming into his territory, Well then, shall we see who is more suited to being in my service? With that, Xallihion gets more comfortable in his throne and summons a small orb that allows him to see the Dwarven Outpost above him, fully intending to sit back and watch the show in safety and comfort.

[Assistant]
On the approach to the town Torrens made an effort to keep a low profile. In the darkness of night, his incandescence was all too plain, and any guards looking anywhere near his direction would certainly notice the glow. With any luck, they would just think it was a normal person carrying a torch and glance over it, although that might be a bit of a stretch of expectations. Stealth was not something he was any good at. Most things to hide behind were rather flammable, so cover was very, very limited. As far as he was concerned, the sooner he started his part of the attack, the better.

"Hey, Athinar, how long should I wait before I start burning things?" he asked in hushed tones.

[User]
Athinar looked down on the village, surrounded by his fellow champions of the Master, from a ridge that wasn't that high, but it was far enough away to overlook the town as well. Viewing devices hung from his belt, and one of them was held in a massive palm, spyglass to Athinar's eye. His helmet was on the ground beside him, and he looked around at the town, noting several farmhouses and hunter's cabins in the surrounding area. It would be best if there was a distraction, or if the peasants were all crushed quickly and quietly. The main population was in the village center, and the outliers would be an acceptable loss.

However. If the peasants formed a mob, and attracted enough attention from the village, maybe the guards would leave the town. Maybe. There was also a good chance that they would fortify the town as well, and ignore the farmers. However, this would severely affect the morale of the defenders, and make it easier for the attackers to take down a shaken enemy.

Tossing the spyglass and other viewing devices to an imp, who had been brought for the sole purpose of carrying the instruments, Athinar clapped his hands together, and pulled his helm on. "We don't have that many frontline fighters, other than those Vorhaas Orcs, and they're barely two hundred strong. We'd be needing three-quarters of those to surround the village, so Torrens and Shukra," he said this with a grimace of mild distaste under his thick metal helm, "Unfortunately, you'll be left with 50 or so Orcs. Not as many as I'd like to send you out with, but still. If used correctly, we'll be able to accomplish our objectives."

Looking Torrens over, appraising him, Athinar looked back at the town. "Every moment you stay out here, the greater the chance that some peasant will notice you. I'd like you to draw attention to one of the outlying farms. If a fire starts, and a family is killed inside, or even better, if there's a survivor, it'll draw those sheep-shaggers together like a moth to their filthy lamps. Their sense of community is commendable, if foolish." Turning to Shukra, Athinar pointed out several of the other farmhouses. "Listen, I want your Orcs to ambush anyone foolish enough to go rushing through the woods, or leave the gate, to go help. There are several areas where the woods appear to be thicker, so they would be excellent ambush sites. While this is happening, my team will gain one of the gates on the east side of town, and head towards the temple. Azavarn, feel free to roam and make any deals that you feel would be appropriate to help the cause. Also, as we discussed earlier, the remaining Orcs will surround the town, catching any runaways, and preventing any help from arriving. Torrens, wait for us to get in position to execute the plan, before you burn down the house. Narza, you will tell Torrens when to start, and then come immediately back. Azavarn, to start off, I'd go to the tavern, or barracks." The grin on his mask matched his face, under the metal casing. "Should be FILLED with your sort of people." Athinar stood up, saying, "Head out. And BE CAREFUL to not draw attention before you need to."

Athinar then started to run at a speed that few long-distance couriers could match, loping pace reminding some of a vicious wolf, or other predator. If the others weren't right behind him, well, he would enjoy this all himself.

 Something stirred inside the man. It was not noticeable yet, but over the course of the battle, he would find his need for blood to increase, and his patience fray. This might affect the viciousness of his plans, but it wouldn't interfere with his judgement.

[Assistant] Torrens nodded on receiving his orders. "You can count on me." As the group began to split Torrens gave a casual salute and descended to the farms, approaching the indicated house. He had spied out the area beforehand from the ridge, and had spotted what appeared to be a ditch not too far from his target. As such, he sprinted along a path, his pace unhampered by the need of oxygen or chemical energy, and slid into the ditch, finding it a bit muddy but not full of water, which was alright. In the ditch, which should provide ample cover, he lay on his back and waited. The mud around him dried almost instantly, and after a short while the dirt began to melt, although the glow from that wasn't any brighter than his own, so he stayed put and got comfortable. Although he wanted to move out and burn stuff as soon as possible, Torrens knew he had to wait for the signal from Narza, and so wait he did.

[User]
The wind stirred some of the branches below the weeping tree. The leaves and surrounding grass started to turn brown and wither. Slowly the shadow grew and began to take shape. A image of a warrior in old styled armor became less transparent and a sword of smoke grew from his left hand. The face was a dark shadow under a ragged hood. This image of a nightmare born of mens fear grew denser. It could feel the impending evil descending on this area. Like the eye of pure hate burning the towns soul. Whether or not the inhabitants were aware was irrelevant. Death had come to them like a murder of crows to the smell of carrion.

It knew now was the time. It descended into one of the farming villages closest to the town, greeted by the brief shrills of fear. The sword pierced their souls ignoring the meat. Their hearts stopped and their lips turned blue. The flesh on their bodies turned putrid and a dark green. His image looked real except for the space between his feet and the ground...

[Assistant]
Narza listens with surprising focus as Athinar gives his orders. Typically she would be goofing off in the background, staying invisible so no one could chide her for insubordination, but after the incident just before the crew had left, Narza was considerably more wary of Athinar now. She nods carefully at Athinar as she receives her orders, watching his soul anxiously for any sign of a change. The presence he had briefly shown earlier felt instinctively more dangerous than anything else she'd felt before, save probably the Master himself. Athinar continues speaking without so much as a slight perturbation and Narza relaxes.

She keeps pace behind Athinar easily as they move toward the one of the gates, floating silently and invisibly over the grass. She leaves a few wisps of fog around her body to let the others know where she was roughly. It would be easy enough to spot up close, but impossible to make out from a distance.

[User]
From the web that was the Master's Dungeon, Twich waited while the skills of his co-workers were put to use.

While Ekusha went out into the world and did whatever it was that she was going to do and That Which Consumes Peace hopefully remembered what he had been asked to do and didn't just ignore it to do his own thing out of pure spite, Twich moved to join Clotho in her 'Command Center' in order to try and get an idea of what they were going into.

The whole 'Dragonfly Eye' effect of the Chamber of Eyes was as unnerving as it was interesting, but Twich attempted to rally himself as much as possible in order to gleam as much information as he could for himself instead of having to relay completely on Clotho for a translation of the raw data that was flooding in. "Good call on sending some of your more... warlike little friends into ambush positions but I don't want them moving in unless we are completely out of options and we decide to abandon all pretense that the humans were responsible for this raid. If the dwarves that scout the place out afterwards find strange, inhuman tunnels leading into their own and find their kin slain by inhuman monsters its going to be hard to blame humans for it..."

"Try to locate as many ventilation shafts as possible while you are at it... I'm sure that I've got a couple of concoctions that dwarves wouldn't be able to breath in but your bugs should handle just fine... I might just get started on that now."

In fact, Twich had already returned to his quarters and was getting to work putting together a lovely little persant for the dwarves in the lower tunnels of the mine which needed those ventilation shafts when That Which Consumes Peace returned with prize and information. Twich listened and inspected what the demon had recovered with glee. "How good are you at forging an official looking document? It just needs to be written in a fancy manner and get across the point that-" the Kobold actually tried to make his voice sound as prim and pompous as possible as he dictated "His royal holiness the Emperor has deemed this land to be part of his sovereign soil and thus to be used for the benefit of humanity alone. He has ruled that all other races found here are merely squatters to be dealt with in whatever manner his honored and humble servant -whomever the local managing noble is- deems fit. Consider this your official eviction notice. "

Coughing a little as he took the chance to catch his breath and return his voice to normal, Twich added "The plan is when everything is wrapping up to nail that to the front entrance of the mine, maybe hang some tasteful banners from the local managing noble as well to add a tasteful dab of color to the horrible defiled and mutilated bodies of the dwarves at the mine; Really drive home the message of what a human 'eviction' means."


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NPC characters

"I am but the instrument through which the ECHO resounds."

(Image is a placeholder until an image is made for the Harp.)
Age: Unknown, has been the Harp for 4 years.

Human/Feren: Unknown (Rumored to be human.)

Nationality: Unknown

Religion: Unknown

Appearance: Unknown, is always seen wearing the traditional Harp garb. (Will be described in more permanent detail when image has been created.)

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Role: The 'Harp' of ECHO.

Font: Unknown (Rumored to have "Seer" font which allows one to 'see' an event occurring from a distance (both in time and space))

Color: Gold

Weapon: N/A

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Personality: The Harp is what a Harp is meant to be, a husk. They do don't show much emotion besides a gentle warmth from which one would get from a loving mother. The Harp seems to know more than they let on and can often be seen as a bit of a know-it-all. Many of ECHOs hunters have yelled at the Harp for withholding information from them. The Harps before this one have all been the same and it's rumored that they simply keep cloning the same man.

Background: Unknown

Theme Song: Little Wonders - Rob Thomas

Let it in...
Let your clarity define you
in the end...

[User]
Yeah... It's going to be one of those missions... Shae thought as she listened and watched the plethora of reactions from the others. She was actually relieved when one of them didn't know who she was. It was a first for her and it felt really good. Shae remained silent while everybody got the shock of realizing who their captain was out of their systems. When things toned down a bit, she looked over to the Harp and nodded respectfully.

"Before I hand this off to your captain, I'd like to introduce each introduce yourselves. I'd also like to mention who your Captain and your first Lieutenant are. They are Shaewyn Arca and Sylvia Sterling respectively. So, if we will... Please start us off Shae. Just simply mention how long you've been with ECHO and something interesting you wish the others to know about you." the Harp said.

Shae took in a breath and looked around to her new team, "Well most of you know who I am so I'll keep this brief. I've been with Echo since its founding and have participated in every major battle that Echo has fought. As for something interesting about me, I'm not all for being fawned over because of my reputation and it'd be greatly appreciated if you all referred to me as a person and not some sort of god."

Shae rounded the table and sat in the only seat left available, the one right next to Isa. The venerated huntress glanced over to the hyperactive feren and smiled to her before following the others as they spoke about themselves.

[Assistant]
Vern listened carefully to the entrance of the, what seemed to be, final member of the meeting. He'd kept quiet as the loud Feren from across the room began yelling at him for his lack of knowledge. She began to pull one of those faces that you can't take seriously, yet you clearly have to. With the tone of voice, it was honestly quite difficult to take the statement she put forward as a priority. Yet it still managed to find a way to make him muse. Vern thought about what she said, and she was treating what he said like he'd just committed mass genocide...

"Before I hand this off to your captain, I'd like to introduce each introduce yourselves. I'd also like to mention who your Captain and your first Lieutenant are. They are Shaewyn Arca and Sylvia Sterling respectively. So, if we will... Please start us off Shae. Just simply mention how long you've been with ECHO and something interesting you wish the others to know about you." The Harp stated. It seemed a bit odd, for a job as important as such to have such a strange Activity as such. To add to it, Vern hated talking about himself. 'What was there to love about it?' He thought to himself. 'All that happens is you find something that you think is interesting about yourself, when in reality no one gives two flying fucks...' Obviously, the Hero of the Feren, and most likely everyone else in the room, spoke up, starting the meeting with her own introduction. She kindly referred herself to not be treated as a god, which sort of let off a little slack in Vern's mind. 'Why have a group where everyone is treated like cannon-fodder, whereas a single individual is treated like someone to praise...at least someone has the common sense I wish I could share...' The room fell silent after her introduction, everyone waited for whoever was going to speak next, which Vern presumed it'd be their First Lieutenant, Sylvia Sterling. Yet, everyone waited politely, or nervously, on whether who was going to speak next. He watched Shae move to the last remaining seat on the rounded table, leaving Vern to awkwardly stand by his original wall-space. It lasted about 10 seconds, the silence, and so out of sheer awkwardness, feeling rude himself for doing so, Vern began to get his part over-and-done with swiftly.

"Uhm...Hello..." He began, stuttering only slightly. Vern knew that hesitating at speech wouldn't exactly make a great impression on himself for the rest of those in the room, especially with the Harp staring at him just as he began to speak. Such pressure, for something so small and minute. "Well...I'm Vern. Uh-Vern Phelps. I've been with Echo for about...Uhhh...Five Years, nearly Six. Though nearly four of those years I spent with the...Uhhh...Weapon Servicing Department as a Designer...So...I like designing stuff. I've been a Hunter for a short time and...uhm...done some of those Low-Key Reconnaissance Missions behind the fronts of Fallen Territory. Something...Interesting. That's a bit...difficult. Let's see...I like to craft stuff, like...Decorations, in my spare time. Wood-craft, that is...spend a lot of time doing that...and also, I guess this counts as somewhat interesting...probably not...I have no clue...Who any of you are, or the majority of the Hunters on here...Minus Harp, if...I can call him...I mean...her...It...The Harp that..." He looked away from the room he was addressing, turning into his arm and muttering to himself. "Dammit Vern, you idiot..." Once he'd been finished with his little monologue, he turned to who he presumed Sylvia was and nervously apologised. "Sorry if I like...spoke before you...I forget manners sometimes..."

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Thank Archon... Sylvia thought when Shae finally showed up. That was too close. Now that the prospect of leading the team was past her and the usual role of second-in-command presented itself upon the Harp speaking, Sylvia could spend less time thinking and more time observing.

Shae spoke first, and predictably mentioned her disdain for her celebrity status. Sylvia chuckled a little; it was always interesting seeing how the famed Huntress would react to exaltation. Naturally, the silver-haired Feren much preferred it that way over someone who enjoyed being idolized, and the two veterans always had each other's backs in missions. Still, it made watching Shae interact with newer recruits that much more amusing.

Sylvia was in no hurry to take her turn, so before she could reluctantly break the silence, one of the people she didn't recognize spoke up. He was clearly nervous - a fact he drove home when he apologized to Sylvia for speaking before her.

She smirked. "Oh please," she replied. "I mean, you did, but who cares?"

"...nobody answer that," she said after a pause.

After a brief look around the room to make sure that nobody answered that, the violinist spoke again.

"Well, I suppose it's my turn now. I'm Sylvia, and if you know who Shae is there's about an...oh, I don't know...80% chance that you know who I am as well. I joined Echo three years after Shae and have also participated in every major battle Echo has fought...except for the ones that I haven't. Shae'll always have me beat in that regard." She stole a grin at the Shindan.

"Something interesting about me is that I'm not as cold as I may seem."

The Chrysocyon Feren paused, and finished her turn with a sly grin:

"...well, not quite."

[Assistant]
Jaron chuckled nervously. Arca had said that she didn't want to be treated like a god. Whoops!

"Well, I suppose I'll go next." He smiled goofily. "Sorry for the outburst earlier. My name is Jaron Edric, I'm nineteen. I actually just joined ECHO. Like, I haven't even been on the ship for 4 hours yet. I guess, something interesting about me...I suppose I'm a skilled healer. Though, that isn't very interesting. One might say that I'm sort of funny, I've got that going for me." He laughed. "Honestly, I'm just glad to be working with you all."

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Isa still felt furiously giddy having Sha Arca in her party, despite how bad she should feel for idolizing the ECHO celebrity. But, Isa didn't care. Half of the reason she stayed with ECHO, though Shae might not remember it, was because of Shae. The words she'd told Isa in passing so long ago had stuck with her and strengthened her resolve to stick with it.

Isa swallowed hard and stood silently, staring down at the table. "I'm Isabelline Carter, Isa for short. I've been with ECHO for a few years now despite not being well known. My entire reason for being here is to become strong enough to protect my loved ones even if it's a struggle just to keep myself on my feet everyday and not crashing into everything. I'm nothing if not determined."

With that out of the way, the small bird feren sat back down, her feathers hitting he back of the chair with a 'floof' wooshing noise. Her heart was racing a million miles an hour and she hoped to Gala no one saw how awfully she was shaking during her little speech. She felt entirely stiff and out of place and hoped to Gala Shae didn't hate her.

[Assistant]
Xander

Xander was a man of confidence. He had hope, a future he wanted to achieve, and a life he wanted to fulfill. He carried his sword to follow his parents' path of battle, and honorable or not, he believed that hardening his heart was a key to becoming a warrior. He trained himself endlessly in hopes of becoming a strong enough warrior who would eventually meet his end outside of battle unlike his parents. Perhaps right after a well-fought battle, he would fall peacefully...

His arms and legs crossed and his eyes open slightly, the blond swordsman maintained a cold look. And as everyone introduced themselves, he thought to himself,

F-Fuck.
These guys are legit.

Despite being a man of confidence, Xander was also a man easily scared by things around him. One of them was the idea that there were always some people who had more experience than him in something.

Goddammit, first there are two war veterans busting out their (sexy) asses on their achievements, he thought, his brain processing at light speed as time slowed down around him. Then there's this mofo who just happens to pretend that he's not confident while slipping in the fact that he was in ECHO for six damn years. Then there's the freakin' bird girl who still has a massive amount of years slipped into her background at ECHO, and she STOLE the touchy-ass shit I was trying to say- without even trying a single bit!

At least there's ONE guy who seems new but dammit he has healing powers.

DAMMIT! Why is everything at such a perfect balance here? I'm totally not needed here no matter how you look at it!

Slowly opening his eyes a little more, Xander maintained his cold and serious face as he screamed internally, Isn't there anything I could say that could get these people to feel like I'm a bit of something? There's gotta be a way...

...

...

I guess I'll have to wing it.

The swordsman's gaze turned to every member in the room aside from himself. From the lean and buff guy to the small and petite bird girl, he took note of how none of them seemed burly. Great. That meant there was room for a burly-

Wait a minute, they're probably strong enough to not be burly in the first place. I hate my life.

Xander took a small breath before sighing, seemingly unaware of the fact that he had not yet shared his own nervousness to the members and only expressed a small bit of disappointment... though it was unclear as to what he felt disappointed about. Straightening himself ever-so-slightly, Xander introduced himself with a flat tone.

"I'm Xander. I have nothing interesting to share.

"That is all."

The swordsman vowed to talk in front of a mirror one day without waking his bunkmates up just to practice socialization. He got the serious part down, but something about the way he talked felt off to himself. Having finished his own introduction, Xander returned to having his eyes slightly closed, his awareness of his surroundings remaining as tense as ever.

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The Harp listened intently to those that chose to speak and it appeared as if the figure smiled though no one really knew. Though, as much as the Harp wanted to listen to the rest of them, another hooded figure came rushing into the meeting room and bent down to whisper something in the Harp's ear.

"I'm sor---Harp. It lo-----------the Lost--------village--------dying-------time."

The Harp nodded slowly, something about the figure's posture suddenly shifted. It's back got straighter and it leaned forwards slightly. "Change of plans. Shae, expect a letter to be delivered to you about the plans for the group. It seems things will need to be put into action much sooner than we anticipated." The Harp explained, it's voice suddenly sounded almost rushed and frantic. "Please show your team to the airship and give them the details when they are given to you. You'll all be dropped off at the location, expect Lost to be there when you arrive. No time to rest, be on high alert." It explained shortly, and was suddenly out of the room in a flash, white and gold robes whipping about as it flew past the door.

Isa blinked, her lips pursed. "Well, that's certainly odd." She remarked, never having seen the Harp seem so flustered.

(Bitty post is bitty, sorry.)


[System]
Age: 20
Position: She Who Makes Things Go Boom (weapons expert)

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Hannah also has a set of birds tattooed on her hips:

Skills: Combat Engineering (Fortifications, Mines, Sensor Surv, Camo), Animals (Riding, Vet), Athletics (circus skills), Carouse, Deception, Drive (2 and 4 wheel, hover), Explosives (she likey), Forgery, Gambler, Liaison, Remote Operations, Trade (Local), Weapon Engineering (Melee, Energy, Ballistic, Heavy, Drones)
Crimes Against The Alliance: Smuggling, Property Destruction, Contempt of Court, Vandalism, plus the ones she won't talk about, Manslaughter, First Degree Murder, Second Degree Murder, and Grand Larceny; she's only been convicted for some of these crimes
Additional Information: Heavy South Carolina Southern accent. Loves small animals and will protect them with her life. Cries at sad and/or animated movies. Has named every single one of her weapons. Ask her about the homicide charges and she won't say a word.
Weapons: Many. Ranges from ballistic knives, to rocket launchers, to bioweapons banned on most planets. Her favorite is a seemingly endless box of tiny, pill-sized grenades that she refers to as her 'fairy dust.'
Possessions: Hannah keeps her weapons in an enormous cube locker with a 10-digit pass, a biometric and retinal scanner, and requires a specific song as a password. She also has the general odds and edds, clothes,
Personality: Hannah might just be the nicest person you'll ever meet. She stands at about five feet tall, she's cute, she has a charming southern drawl, and she's just so damn cheerful all the time it's hard not to like her, because she certainly likes you. That being said, she also regularly blows craters in small towns and cackles while she does it, so either that's all just an act or there's something scary lurking under all those smiles.
History: Hannah was part of a large family on a backwater planet near the edge of the alliance; between the two tracts of land the different branches of the family owned, she got to experience both horse and cattle farming. Unfortunately, when the revolution rolled around, those two branches split right down the middle between the browncoats and the loyalists. It was a long, bloody feud that ended in the death of most of Hannah's immediate family—those records, at least, are public knowledge, but what happened to those that survived is her secret. It ended with a bang, about two weeks before the end of the Unification War and the arrival of Alliance soldiers, when half of the town was razed in a massive explosion. A week later, Hannah was discovered missing at age 10, and she's been with the Heart of Gold since she was 16. (Details will be revealed via IC.)

[User]
Hannah groaned as the Captain's barked order came over the comm, coughing up a lung as she pulled herself to her feet with the railing. Make that foot—she limped to the console and propped her hip against it, fingers flying to input the override that would allow the cargo bay to open even with the alarms blaring.

Captain Lee made it to the release, the hatch opened, and some of the haze lessened. The coughing didn't let up, but Hannah slumped against the railing in relief anyway. She let her knees buckle and she sat on the floor, legs swinging in the open air over the cargo bay and her arms folded on top of the bottom rail.

"Captain," she said hoarsely, "Honest to Betsy that wasn't me this time."

She was just about to try some weak joke to try and brighten the Captain's black mood when the stragglers from outside caught her attention. Her eyebrows rose, and she pulled herself to her feet again, painfully making her way down into the hold. She gave halfhearted waves to the newcomers, but figured that if anyone was going to let them on board, it should be the Captain—and she had crates of grenades to shove in a refrigerator. And a busted ankle to deal with. Christ.

[Assistant]
The firefly started to open, black smoke escaping from the hatch. Waving his hand in front of him, fanning the smoke, Rune heard the captain speak. The captain stated that they were alive and wandered who he was. "Name's Jeff. I'm a small time mechanic here. Saw your ship hurling down, wanted to see if you were hurt or not, see if maybe you needed some repairs." As Rune gave a random fake name, someone else came over to the crash site. A mechanic.

Oh damn it! I hope I don't get discovered so quickly. Rune thought to himself, looking over to them. Inside the ship, a hoarse voice called out to the captain. Betsy? Who is that? Looking up at the voice, he saw a young lady, couldn't be older than himself. Seeing her wave, he waved back. "Anyway, exactly what happened here? Do you have a mechanic, Captain? Because it's dangerous being in the black without one." Rune asked the Captain. "If you need some repairs done, I'd like to offer my services. In return, I'd like to travel along to one of the other planets, if you don't mind." Rune demonstrated a full set of tools, ready to be used for the job.

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Hitting the comms Iean set out a word in between coughs. "I'm fine here capin. Cough. Hack. We got problems of the critical sort." Iean sprayed some stuff that tried to spark up and some areas still holding heat. Iean shook his head as he looked at the damage. Thankful to be alive he looked up and yelled at the ceiling in Chinese. "What the devil are you playing at? You'll not get this ship without a fight!" The only thing to do now was to find a place with better air.

Making his way to the cargo hold the high ceiling would allow the lower level to be free of smoke so he headed in that direction and when the ship touched down and the doors opened the air would rush to great him. Iean didn't have to wait long to breath free. "Ah that's the good stuff." He stayed close to listen in on the damage report from the captain.

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Captain groaned deeply as she pushed herself to her feet, pulling a bloodied hand away from the deep gash in her bicep and taking out a cigarette, lighting it quickly and taking a long draw off of it. Looking at the two that had come up to check out the crash.

 "Yeah, we had one and if I find that gorram mechanic I will drop him in deep space before he can say Browncoat," she spat as she held the smoke between her teeth.

 "All injuries report to the infirmary, if you can't have someone carry you," she yelled into the com before turning back to the two new comers and then over to Iean.

 "Preacher, take these two to the problem and have them get to work," she said as she pushed the smoke from between her teeth. "One of you start working on repairs, the other bring me a damage assessment in the infirmary. I'll hire both of you if you can get this gorram ship off the ground in less than a week, if not I'll pay one and hire the other. Who ever is better at the job," she said before storming off back into the ship and making her way down to the infirmary to patch up her arm and see who else got the blue blazes knocked out of them.

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Gideon looked over with a mental groan at the other mechanic, the man was downright unflappable in the situation. He looked back at those that were talking and cast glance back to the other potential rival. He stowed his bike to the corner and came back to the fellow grease monkey to talk to him as calmly as he could while waiting for the preacher

"Alright, lets keep this simple, we can't be in there butting heads or else we both going to be stuck on this rock. One of us needs to do the hard work and the other one do the reports. Have you ever done overhauls to a firefly before?"

He had done a lot of work in the war, scrapping and slapping ships parts that were shot down or captured alliance pieces. Of them he had to appreciate purple belly tech, it was all built around like lego blocks. Push it in, pull it out, ultimate efficiency.

"Alright, lets assume for a second everything is (insert chinese here), We have the the two shuttles and the firefly made by the same people who make Dragonflies, her kissing cousin.
After that we got the bumble bee which is the inbred cousin, then yellow-jackets who are the brother from another mother and hornets that look like you from a ways off but aint got nothing to do with you. with Scarabs limping in at the last.

If the reactor is gone, A dragonfly has the same make we can use, but we can cobble together something that will limp with a long range shuttle to take apart or take a huge risk with finding a bumblebee to take apart piece by piece for what we need like a compression coil or the kin. The engine is in the same boat, either a dragonfly for a full replacement or a shuttle for parts. And again for the thrusters.
Hell we can get her just about anywhere for a spell if we scrap both of her shuttled for parts. But i'd rather not kill the babies to feed the momma-bird, she'll know and she'll let us know her displeasure.

Sensor packs we can get from both of those as well as any bumblebee, scarab, or hornet. Same for the whole computer. If the coms are down, then we can get it from anything but the scarab. What do you say?"

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The captain headed down to the infirmary grumbling under her breath as she held her cigarette between her lips in the corner of her mouth. Storming in she rolled her eyes at the mess that had been caused by the crash and started rummaging though what was scattered about on the floor to find what she was looking for.

 After a while she gave up and opted for doing it the old fashion way. Grabbing a gauze she cleaned up the wound and flicked her lighter, letting the flame build up heat on its steel surface. Once the top part began to glow she took a deep breath and pressed it against the wound, cauterizing it. Her breath held and her fingers curled against the counter. Pulling the lighter back she shook her grip loose and shoved the lighter back in her pocket.

 Pulling the cigarette from her lips she paced a bit as she swung her arm about. Her foot kicking a small box, tilting her head she looked down and narrowed her eyes, it had been the kit she had been looking for.

 "Figures," she said as she made her way back out of the infirmary and headed right for the bridge. She needed a damage assessment go the electrical and the rest of the systems.

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Rune groaned, physically as the other mechanic waffled on about the ships related to the Firefly, referring to those ships literally as family, with Dragonflies being the cousins, and all the other insect named ships. "Never spoke to another mechanic that refers to all those ships like that. I've done an overhaul from a firefly, can't imagine it to be much different. I mean they are practically like lego blocks."

Of course, he had done work as a mechanic before, actually overhauling from a firefly. And it was like lego blocks, but it wasn't as easy as he made it sound, as he didn't have quite the technical skills. He mostly had the technical knowledge. "Anyway, yeah sounds like a good idea, splitting the work and taking parts from those other ships. We could even use the thrusters and engine from the Wren class ship. I mean sure the engine and thrusters were meant for a smaller lighter ship, so they would be a slightly different model, but it will work as a makeshift to get the ship off the ground and to one of the other planets to get some real repairs. This place isn't really the best place to fully repair it so yeah." He mostly quoted things from the books and what he could remember. He only hoped that he didn't make a fool of himself and compromise himself. There shouldn't have been anything wrong with what he had said though.

Starting to make his way into the ship, he looked up at Hannah, who was on the railings. "Anyway, I'll let you decide whether to do ship repairs or reports. Or we could both do some of both. Up to you. For now, I think that lady over there could use some help." indicating to the girl on the railings. "Need some help to the infirmary young miss?" Offering her some help.

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"Good plan, while you help everyone, find out if anyone knows where we can conjure the parts we need. I'd rather not bleed just my contacts, you know?"

With that plan in motion, he set off for the engine to wonder what hell of the holy dragon happened to the engines. He unslung the multi-took from the hook on his hip as he hung the heavy brown coat on a nearby nut like he already belonged. In the left pocket was three goose eggs for anyone who went looking.

The door opened to both a grizzly and lacking sight as he pulled out a bowens miner mask. To anyone else the place was covered in soot, black from head to toe. Those that knew what instantaneous cremation looked like, it was a different story.

What happened was fairly simple: When a ship preps to leave atmo, it pulls in the last air and activates all the vacuum seals to make it tight as a drum. Now if something happens to the compressors, the air grows heavy from the pressure and usually nothing occurs. But, Something as simple as a blocked intake vent, with shorted compressors because someone is defragging the ships hardrive, while someone cooks in the galley... astronomical odds. All the intake of air came to the engine room as it prepped to make the jump and the oxygen rich area compressed into an explosion like the piston in an old car.

Whatever could burn did burn, the old mechanic probably went up like a microwaved battery with instant death being the best thing to hope to Buddha for as his chemical remains painted the engine room in the black oil of his misted body. Gideon started flushing the air vents by blowing the air compressors to bleed dry before starting on electrical to see which wires melted together from the burst of heat. Every wire that had to be replaced was going to be time consuming more than anything else. Hours were out the window, days of they were lucky and could sleep on the ship.

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"Oh, no!" Hannah called back, using the railing under her arm to pull herself along. "I'm quite alright, thank y—"

She paused at the top of the stairs, looking down the seemingly endless expanse with trepidation. She sighed. "On second thought, yeah. Yeah, I could use some help." As the man approached, she pulled on a smile, quickly cataloging his features—Jeff, he'd called himself. Jeff moved oddly for a mechanic. "Pleasure to meet you!" she piped up, leaning heavily on the railing. "Where'd you spring from? Did Captain sign you on board?"


[System]
Alias: Re-Re, Muffin, Utter Disappointment
Date of Birth: December 8th, Age 733.

Age: 46 (physically 28-33).
Height: 6'0".
Weight: 130 lbs.
Species: Saiyan-human half-breed.
Gender: Male.

Relatives/Relationships:
* Bruss (biological father; deceased).
*Liu Yin (biological mother: alive).
*Beerus (Former Master)
*Whis ('Real' Former Master)
*Soru (Friend/coworker)

Occupation(s): Tempworker (generally Janitorial), Low Class Warrior.
Affiliation(s): None
Former Affiliation(s): College Student

Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Silver

Personality: Careful, Jester, Stubborn, Thoughtful, Patient, Intellectual, Optional Coward.

Power(s): None but apparently can go Super Saiyan according to Beerus
Abilities: Master close combat Fighter, Immense Physical and Mental Strength, Surprisingly Durable, Heightened Senses
Powerful Ki-control, sense, flight, poor manifestation outside of the body, skilled in using it to amplify his own power, medium regeneration.
(Relies more on his own power than blasts due to difficult to manifest)
Sphere of Destruction/Beerus Ball (Taught by Beerus, can't manifest fully), Pressure Point attacks.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=hNtP8zJFL2M

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Kinoko had her gaze upon the clone army, and the only response she visually gave was a narrow of her eyes, before bringing her fists to her sides, and gradually allowing Ki to flow through her body, until she charged towards the army with her brothers, and "sister", who silently reminded them to not harm the weakest clone she had managed to point out. Punches, kicks, grabs, and dodges were performed throughout the assault, and Kinoko put every ounce of strength in her strikes against their assailants.

There was even an instant where she managed to send a punch straight through the stomach of one of the clones, who, no doubt, died immediately, from the powerful harnessing willpower of the Saiyan princess; anyone opposing her or her allies were on her mental-list for termination.

Kinoko dodged the strikes from another clone with multiple uses of afterimage, before having to do some back-handsprings to evade her attacker. Eventually, she came to a stop, only to set her sights on her target, once again, while levitating on the spot. Her hair turning gold, transforming to Super Saiyan 2, Kinoko sent a punch to its stomach, a knee to the chest, and finally, a kick to the jaw, which sent him flying. Afterwards, she launched a huge blast of Ki towards him, obliterating him. 'Who's next?', she mentally thought, with a smirk, before a group flew towards her.

Hearing the clones laugh, the female Saiyan smirked. "Glad to hear that it's helping you", she said almost mockingly; the aggression lingering in her voice. "Allow me to show you its greatest weakness", the princess allowed them to fly over, before letting out a huge wave of Ki from her body with a shout, radiating her assailants, and leaving no trace behind.

Her attention was then diverted towards the forest where a giant blue blast engulfed the entire area, and worry creeped up on her, as her eyes widened. 'Kitsu...', she thought, before flying towards the source.

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A hand grabbed Kinoko's shoulder before she could get too far, it was Vegeta who merely stared at her his gaze moving towards the destroyed forest. He knew exactly what Yuvo had just done, he felt that all of them felt that. Running off however wasn't an option, the fact that Goku didn't fly in that direction with the way his mind worked was a miracle, he wasn't about to have Kinoko pull a Kakarot while he was around. He moved his hand off his shoulder and motioned his head back to the battle at hand.
"Plan doesn't change. The two of them have been fighting the whole time we've been here, that brat is genuinely trying to help. Running off towards him defeats whatever beating he's taking right now. You should have more me in you than Kakarot so consider things like that."

Vegeta turned slamming his fist into one of the clones sending it crashing into a nearby cliff. They had managed to kill a majority of them and avoid the weakest one who was currently trying to hit a dodging Goku.
"Wow you've done quite a number on my clones."
Vegeta turned before a fist slammed into the Prince's stomach sending him flying backwards into Goku, the two crashing into a nearby cliff. Yuvo slowly straightened his body next to Kinoko flexing his hands a few times before grinning at her.
"It's good to see you again Kinoko," Yuvo said holding his palm towards her. "Here's a gift for being late."
A beam of Ki shot out Yuvo's hand towards Kinoko destroying the structure of rocks that rested behind them leaving behind a smouldering crater as Yuvo laughed and lowered his hand wondering if his attack had hit.

Goku and Vegeta climbed out of the mountain to a worried 21 who had managed to safely knock out the clone, but this was a bad situation. She had sensed Kitsu's power level earlier but it suddenly vanished, her eyes narrowed as Yuvo's eyes turned to them a grin slowly making its way onto his features. This was going to complicate the plan, if he made more clones now...and the weak one got caught in the crossfire Yuvo would be unstoppable.

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Kinoko was just about ready to possibly fly at Kitsu's rescue, but then, she was being stopped by a hand. Turning her head, she saw her older brother holding her back; to whom she was giving a look of disbelief upon her youthful features. She listened to him explain the circumstances, yet she still slightly trembling, as if she didn't want to believe what the Prince was telling but then, it was necessary to comply. It was against her nature in leaving someone in distress, but then, they were currently upon something that had to be done, no matter what happened on the side-lines. The princess didn't want to act like nothing drastic happened, but then, she felt the need to...until she remembered the things the Prince had said the day before.

"It's hard to believe that Saiyan blood runs through you, sometimes...don't say you're half of me...how you have my blood and Kakarot's idiocy is beyond me...you are not just any Saiyan, Kinoko; you are a princess, part of your duty is to excel over others. It's your bloodline, whether you accept it or not."

His words replayed themselves, and she remembered them well. They had remained fresh in her mind, since yesterday, and they still left an imprint within her consciousness. She looked down at the destroyed forest, having to wonder whether if Kitsu was okay or not. However, his power level seemed to have disappeared completely, and she still worried. What snapped her out of her thoughts was to hear Yuvo's voice close by. The next thing the female Saiyan witnessed, was to see Vegeta go flying into the cliff, along with Goku. Kinoko gasped to see the villain next to her, and find herself get launched into another cliff, hard, and land with a pained grunt. Within the dust, the princess laid there for a few seconds, with her eyes closed. Months of abuse she had to endure came rushing back, as well as memories of the past.

"My name is Kinoko. I am the Princess of all Saiyans. I have the blood of the first-class, from my mother, along with the third of my father."

Images of Planet Vegeta came to her mind, as well as its destruction.

"As one of the elite, I hold onto my Saiyan pride; through life and death, I represent each and every one of them; both royal and peasant; friend and foe; alive and deceased."

Images involved the death of Vegeta, at the hands of Freiza, came to her mind, and her hand began to twitch. She remembered the time she had killed Raditz, as well as the time when Vegeta had succumbed to the evil magic of Babidi. Kinoko had managed to lift herself up with a groan, and stand.

"And for them, I will keep fighting"

These images have left a psychological scar within her, and it became infuriating. Her aura intensified, and soon enough, the entire mountain nearby collapsed. Her eyes were closed, until she eventually opened them, and look up at Yuvo with stern eyes, and gritting her teeth. Her hair began to grow longer, becoming that of Super Saiyan 3. Flying back up, on the villain's level, she slowly lifted a hand, sending a telekinetic force upon him, downright stilling, or paralyzing, him on the spot.

"I never intend to give up. Whether on Vegeta's, on Goku's, or on anyone's life!"

Hostility, as well as murderous intent became clear, after tightening her telekinetic grip upon him, practically intending to squeeze the life out of him.

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Yuvo's eyes arched as power erupted from Kinoko, 21 tried to yell at her not to show him but by then it was too late. A bright grin rested on Yuvo's face as he stared at the Super Saiyan in front of him. His eyes moving over her form taking in her energy, he didn't have much time as he felt something invisible surround his body before it started to crush him. He blinked a few times surprised at the invisible force, though as his eyes moved to Kinoko he realized that she was the source of it. A small laugh escaped from him before he turned his head towards the sky laughing uproariously as Goku and Vegeta rose back up to join the fight.
"Stop don't show him any more!" 21 yelled.
"Hahahah fantastic!" Yuvo screamed.

Yuvo let out a loud yell and immense power erupted off him, blowing everything back, he pulled at the telekinesis around his body forcing it open before extending his hand grabbing Kinoko with her own power, grabbing her throat and slowly crushing it.
"Power! Power after power! I've finally gained the power of a Super Saiyan 3 and now...now I have this new power! Kinoko! You are everything I want! Show me more! Show me more of your power! Go beyond! I need more! More!"
The three tried to approached but Yuvo held his free hand out stopping them with telekinesis a bright grin on his face as he glanced over at them.
"I'm not talking to you," he said before focusing back on Kinoko.
Goku and Vegeta grit their teeth as they struggled in Yuvo's grip, Goku started to power up to break free but he froze realizing that if he did that Yuvo would just notice his energy, looking over at Vegeta and 21 they had come to the same conclusion.
If they went Super Saiyan Blue his power would go far beyond anything they knew, he might approach a god's level at that point.
"I'll rob you of everything! I'm beyond-"
"Oi."
Yuvo turned his gaze only to see Ryo inches from his with his fist back, the next moment he found himself in the side of a moment. Ryo shook off his hand letting out a small sigh. Adjusting the mask on his face he moved his hands to his hips, the telekinetic hold fading from the group's body.
"You're coming on pretty strong dude...girl's generally don't like that...I think."
"Kitsu!" 21 yelled. "You're okay."
"Of course I'm okay," Ryo said. "He just hit me with some weird blue ball."
His clothes were a tad torn and burned but he wasn't any worse for wear.
Vegeta stared at Kitsu his eyes narrowing a bit, even if it was Yuvo using it that was still one of his skills. Seeing a earthling of all things survive it drew his attention a little.

Ryo looked over at Kinoko before tapping the side of his head.
"Stop showing the guy your power. He's annoying enough to deal with," Ryo said. "Anyway you should be able to kill him, I did my job."
Yuvo shot out of the mountain flying straight towards Ryo, with a loud scream his aura flared before it immediately died his eyes widening as all his ki suddenly vanished. Ryo caught him by his arm to keep him from plummeting to the earth.
"Eh...m-my Ki...i-it's gone. I can't summon it," Yuvo said staring at his hand.
He pointed his hand at Ryo trying to shoot him with a ki blast but nothing came, not even a spark.
"You guys rely too much on Ki," Ryo said looking at the others. "I wasn't trying to kill you during our fight Yuvo, I was hitting your pressure points. Doesn't matter how strong you are...if you can't manifest Ki it's hard to do what you normally do...and you rely on that right?"
"Y-you..."
"It's a shame you can read moves but not intentions," Ryo said releasing him. "Fighting Ki users is my speciality after all."
Ryo floated over and pat Kinoko on the shoulder as Yuvo plummeted towards the earth.
"I'm done here, you guys can do that thing where you kill the bad guy and win the fight right. I'm going to get a soda, he's all yours."
Yuvo fell towards the earth trying to fly but nothing came from him, he raised his hand to Kinoko but nothing came out, all he could do was watch Ryo fly away and Kinoko slowly get further away as he fell towards the ground.
"W-wait! Killing me like this isn't fair right! Don't you want a proper fight?! J-just wait till I get my Ki back and I'll give you a good fight! You want that right Kinoko!"
Goku looked over at Vegeta at this causing the prince to glare at him.
"What?!"
"...nothing...this just seems oddly familiar...hope she doesn't have too much Vegeta in her."
"What'd you say?!"
21 didn't have the heart to say that Goku had fallen for that trick too.


[System]
Rank : Right hand of Michael.

Powers : Super strength, sword mastery, dark matter manipulation and transmutation.

Appearance:

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"500 AD. That was when the last known sighting of the Angels who appeared to Humanity." Raphael lectured his most faithful of angels. "They became unworthy of our love and guidance." He stops and heard a voice that he had not heard for a long time.

But he wasn't the only one who heard. Raphael turned gracefully to his most treasured and youngest angel. "Varia my child. Hail my brother Gabriel." He talked about him so often with a sadness, where his loss left a big hole in his heavy heart.

The golden brown haired angel looked up at her teacher, her mentor and friend who had helped create her in his own image - hope that would spread to all during this time of war.

Varia stood up straight and at the attention of her elder. Others knew Raphael would try to communicate or send a messenger to Gabriel. That was easily predicted by those who did not want this war to end. And then before he could do anything, Angel's burst into their chambers brandishing weapons.

"Varia go!" She did as she was told and ran from the warriors. She turned back to see Raphael captured and unable to contact the Lion. "NO!" She yelled back, Raphael shook his head. He telepathically told her to find Gabriel. 'Gabriel is our only chance now. This war has gone too far.'

'But what of you?' She pleaded back as the warriors gained on her, she threw a force field out toward them in defense.

'Survive!' Raphael cast a hand out to her and a swirling light encased her being. When the warrior's pounced uponher, she had disappeared...

Azazel, of long white hair, burst in growling - Michael's Right Hand. "Find Varia. NOW!" He ordered his legion.

And therein began the Songstress of Hope's descent onto the Earth...

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The archangel Michael walked in disapproving to the sound of Raphael and scowled slightly seeing his pupil was gone and scowled slightly "damnit Raphael" he snapped as his wings brsitled as he wanted to end Lucifer and he didn't care much for how Gabriel felt the coward left heaven and it was not needed anymore.

"Throw him in a prison, the one where he has no powers left" snapped Michael as few of his warriors nodded and grabbed Raphael who gave a fight but was brought down and locked away and he sighed gently.

Gabriel snorted gently his eyes closed as he could hear the sickening dropping of an angel and hears a crash near the church backyard so after the mass he went out and stood above her his eyes confused slightly.

"and who are you then?" he asked his voice was that of a young child a playful one but a kind and firm voice, His eyes looking at the other with sharpness in them eyes glowing slightly. His massive wings over-shadowed hears by a lot since Archangels wings were built to be the strongest of the angel races as they often lead armies and such. His hair was golden brown and almost looked like a lions one.

"Who are you and where did you come from young angel?" he asked slightly his voice had turned seruois and firm now his eyes looking deeply at hers.

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"She came from the Stars."

A single shooting star streaks across the sky. That's what her fall looked like to the rest of the world. During the transition between realms it was a golden swirling tunnel. And then she crashed into a tree that levelled it. She lay unconscious until Gabriel came out to see her.

Her wings ripped and broken as if she had narrowly escaped with her life. She looked around blurry at first. She focused on large wings and then a golden hair. She thought for a moment she saw a lion's mane but it went clearer and the hair belonged to a man. A man with deep eyes with a gentle and calming feel.

'I don't even know what Gabriel looks like…' Her voice echoed from the past just before she disappeared.
Raphael replied with

'You will know when you see him….'

But she didn't know this man. Or her purpose. She didn't remember anything for it was too traumatic for a common angel to go through the realms without retaining memory.

"I…don't know." Varia speaks up at the priest like man. Her body was healing fast but her mind was not. "Where…am I?" She asked as she leaned up, she didn't even know her own name. Her eyes did not glow anymore since falling from Heaven. It was if she had become somehow lesser in power. Maybe she suffered Angelic 'concussion'.

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The male looked at her closely "You are hurt come on I got things back at my house that can help with your head" he said with a friendly tone as he walked her to the house and sat her on the couch and then got some guaze and wipes and saw a small gash on her forehead and started to clean it and put a patch on it "that should heal within a few hours. Mortal wounds are harder to heal then angelic miss" he said as he sat down slowly his hair was bushy and kept though.

"You fell from heaven young one, may i ask for a name?" he asked with a respectful soft tone unlike other archangels that would demand or use a slightly harsher tone but his always stayed friendly and calm. His eyes deep green color as he sat down across from her a soft smile laced his lips. His wings where gone invisble to the eyes of angels and god as well as he looked like a normal human beging eyes stareing deeply into her's

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Varia lets the Archangel patch her upp without saying much. She remained quiet and confused. She tried so hard to remember.

"V." She softly spoke. That was all she knew and when she looked back at him, something in his eyes made her blush and she had to turn away. He was like no other angel she'd met before. They were cruel, intense, angry or devoid of all emotion. Gabriel was not.

"Reya." Another syllable came into her mind. "No that's not it either." She held her dainty fingers to her forehead in pain and frustration. "Argh why cant I remember!?" A memory of Azazel came into her mind that shocked her backward in fear.

She saw Azazel's angry face and his many swords coming at her. Her eyes wide as she held herself tightly, protectively. All her life, they had fought. All because she did not love him back. How could she? He thrived on war. She could not bear to see him tear down other Angels in a cruel way. Azazel's obsession with the songstress caused her much grief and sorrow. But for now she didnt remember much of that life. Always being sad.

[Assistant] The mighty Archangel lookedat her confused and walked forward and touched her shoulders clearing her mind of all sadness and grief and fear "you safe my child your safe nothing shall harm you here. Well it seems you have a concussion it happens when an angel is casted onto earth its normal and nothing to fear" promised smiling gently as he got up slowly and looekd at her "would you like tea ? sandwhich something to eat ?" he asked a voice was that of kindess and care something rare now a days with angels and archangels. On his palm there was a symbol on his hands one that all archangels had it was the symbol of them. gabriels was a strange symbol but it was well known as the forgotten son symbol.

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Varia shook she head in response. "I um...no. I'm fine. Thank you for your kindness....something I rarely see these days." She muffled under her breath. She caught a glance at his palm's symbols. Her eyes fixate on the symbol. She knew that symbol.

"That symbol." She said. That symbol meant something to her and why she was here. For a moment it was on the tip of her tongue. But then it was gone. Shaking her head, her golden brown locks swaying around her shoulders, wavy and slightly messy from her collision with a tree. Still she remained Angelic perfection. Or the idea of perfection. She did feel safe here, for now. She felt as if someone was after her. Looking around with unease, never knowing what was to befall her next.

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The archangel nodded as he went to make himself some tea and looked at the symbol and just nodded slowly "Yep every archangel has a symbol like this. your safe here no worries" he said as he said from the kitchen as he boiled water and looked at the window and past smilinf seeing chilsren outside and grinned gently and closed his eyes slightly.

"so you are here for someone or somwething and you do not know it right now I see" said with a small and soft smile as he looked around and then came back with his tea and drank some. His pet golden retiver came in barking happily running over to gabriel witha small child coming in crying s it had been pushed "Ah, shhh" he said going to the child picking him up and sat with him and they talked

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Varia nodded as he talked about finding someone or something. "Yes it's very important." She insisted as she watched the dog come in. A beautiful animal she'd never seen the likes of and her heart, oh how she felt it melt upon seeing his cute doggy face!

He watches him take care of the child. It reminded her of someone back home. Or what she thought was home. A parental figure comforting her before....darkness took it away. The war.

These children were lucky not to have seen war. And as long as she was here, she was going to see that no child ever did see war. She knew it in her soul as she clenched her fist in determination. The dog came upto her wagging its tail and licked her hand. It was such a shock that she giggled in surprise. Nothing had ever licked her before.

She held her other hand over his head and instinctively patted it, but very timidly, unsure of herself and whatever this creature was.

"So you live here?" She asked as she looked around the house. Filled with small objects she'd never seen before.

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"yes I live here it what we priest do" he said smiling as the dog barked and walked back over to Gabriel and sat beside him as he smiled and gave the kid a band-aid and smiled "See nice and better" he said as the child giggled and nodded hugging hm "thank you father Gabriel" and with that the kid scampered away. Gabriel watched the child leave and smiled softly, he then looked at her.

"How is heaven ? still sparkling and beautiful?" asked a soft and swift smile but it vanished fast as he dared not remember all he left behind there and sighed gently. The dog barked and then went off and went to play with the kids.

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She looked at him blankly. She gulps and turned her gaze away. "It was once." Her eyes twinkle as she seemed very far away in her mind at that moment.

She stared into the distance without saying much. Something clearly had traumatized her. She held both hands together neatly in her lap and looked down with sorrow. "It is a darker place now." She heard screams in the back of her mind. One was her own cry of agony. She gasped. "Raphael!" She stood up and shouted, she couldn't bare the thought of it. Last she saw him, fear in her eyes. "No!" She covered her face with her hands and fell to her knees.

"Father...." She regarded Raphael highly as such.

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Gabriuel looked at her and jumped back slightly as she shouted that name that name he longed to see of that archangel's face. The male looked at her and took her hands "what has happened in heaven dear one?" he asked slowly worried and concerned slightly. The archangel grew worried what had happened to the archangels and what had been going on with the war and feared the worse that it had gone overboard. His inner spirit was starting to glow slightly feeling the lions eyes start to snap open and ready but thats when he hears ....angels. his head shot tothe side of the church seeing dozens of angels and eyes narrowed.

"legions, hmmmm Alright little one stay here and relax" he said as he went out and yelled out slowly.

"HEY! away from the church" he shouted and then saw him, the right hand of Michael eyes narrowed slightly backing away slightly not liking his aura. The wariors stood ready to attack their eyes trained on gabriel, gabriel had grown up but that Aura of the lion was something no one could ever forget.

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Varia was not one to sit idly by. She had follow Gabriel and make sure he was alright. Not knowing the full extent of his powers, she rushed outside to where the church was.

She saw the legion itself but her eyes only fixated on one. The Right Hand of Michael. Azazel.

"The Left Hand of Raphael. Varia." He spoke darkly. Eyes red. "I bring a message from Michael. Return now and he will not banish Raphael." His voice boomed over the church as he backed away from Gabriel. He was not going to pick this fight, he was only delivering a message to his beloved Varia.

She knew he was addressing her. Varia sounded right, that was her name.

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"you shall do no thing to my brother " snarled Gabriel his eyes narrowed deeply his eyes glowing sharply "Raphael will not be banished from heaven understand you prick?" he scowled darkly eyes looking at the other with sharpness and then hears something in the wind and looked up at the sky hearing the breathing of god .

"Azreal what have you been doing sine I left heaven ?" he snarled slightly walking toward the other his wings coming out sharply his eyes turning feline slightly eyes glowing sharply with his rage. No one ever dared to threaten his own family. His hair swirled in the wind that picked up sharply as his rage grew but then he stopped himself and scowled slightly.

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She walked toward Azazel. "Azazel! You have gone too far! Please let us stop this fighting! Together!" She urged him one last time, pleading with the Right Hand.

Azazel narrows his eyes, his long white hair blowing across his eyes. "Together...?" He was suspicious.

"Yes! Together!" Varia reached out for the angel. She just wanted it all to stop. She wanted Azazel stop hurting her, hurting others. But his loyalty to Michael was too strong.

Azazel laughs. "Nice try Varia. Raphael shall suffer the same fate as your Mother. See you in Heaven, cowards!" He vanishes as his message was delivered.

Varia yells out and flew up to the roof where he once stood. "YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!!" Her voice echoed across the skies.


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Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier

Weapons:
* Basket Hilted Broadsword
* Imperial Dagger
* Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)
* Aged Pistol

Physical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt.

Mental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this.

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Cyrdic stretched his neck, placing a hand on his shoulder as he did so. He freely dripped from smaller cuts, and had nearly lost a finger earlier, not to mention a head. But he'd butchered all of the gors and ungors that had attempted to make it through the main entryway. He couldn't thank the Gods enough that Camilla was still alive, as well. And fiery, he noted with a smile. Funnily enough, her Tilean accent made it seem like he was half a world away, serving in a Tilean siege.

Gildenhoof strode forward, his purple armor catching the light of the rising sun with an eye catching luminescence. He chuckled, his chosen warriors of Slaanesh just behind him. "Hello again, beloved," he purred, his eyes gazing into Camilla's as he licked what was left of his lips.

"You have something we want," the Chaos Champion said. He held out a runic gauntlet, opening his palm. "The vial the man had given you. Give it to me, and we shall spare your lives." His voice carried to them just as it had when they were on the wagon. Still as if he was speaking to them only a meter away.

The Champion spoke with a power that almost forced belief. So sure was the Chosen's speech that Cyrdic almost thought his words were natural laws of the universe. But the Ostlander shook his head and gritted his teeth, and he lifted himself up along the parapets with Camilla, his sword out. It howled within his mind, and the Chaos spawn seemed a bit perturbed by the weapon.

"You heard the lady," Cyrdic called. "Fuck off."

"I will feast on your flesh!" the Slaneeshi warrior cried, and as the Beastman began to roar, another sound echoed from within the trees. Cyrdic tensed for a moment, but realized it was no Dragon roar. No, it was a horn. A horn that sounded very much like an empire horn.

Grunting, roaring, and whimpering Beastmen suddenly looked around warily, and then cried out in horror and pain as heavily armored horsemen burst from the trees, lances lowered and helms down. They weren't Reiksguard, Cyrdic knew. In fact they had the sigil of a Templar order. A sister faction of the Blazing Sun, he recognized them as Knights of the Red Sun. Eccentric zealots, the lot of them. But empire men all of the same. And as if on cue, the sun broke from the treeline, and bathed Cyrdic and Camilla with much needed heat and sunlight. Cyrdic wasn't one to revel or celebrate too hard, but he could scarcely believe his eyes. "Come on," he said, and leaped down off the parapets to wade into the routing Beastmen, hacking at their flanks and legs as they tried to flee.

The Chosen of Chaos had disappeared, as if they never had been there. It seemed almost impossible, but there was no trace of them anywhere. Still, Cyrdic was tired enough to fall to his knees as the beasts ran away, rather than pursue.

He was subsequently hauled to his feet by two Knights, Cyrdic slick with the blood of mutants and Beastman. They got him to his feet with a none-too gentle yank, but he didn't care. They were allies at the moment, as far as he was concerned. The Knight astride his powerful warhorse held his sword pointed towards Camilla a moment longer, before roaring an order for his men to clear the area for any more monsters. He sheathed his unbloodied sword, and lifted his Sallet helmet to reveal a handsome, albeit aging face. His powerful beard had refined streaks of silver to accentuate the black of his hair. "Commander Gilderoy Egling of the Order of the Red Sun, at your service." he said, his voice cultured.

Cyrdic was pushed out into the open to stagger beside Camilla, his breath coming in rasps and his face still streaked with filth. "Sergeant Cyrdic." the man said, still catching his breath. "We were with a caravan of troops that were ransacked by Chaos spawn. Not just these Beastman either. There were demon champions with them." Gilderoy seeing Camilla tired and covered in gore, he turned to his men. "Get them up on the horses. We ride back for Castle Geweiht!" he called out, and soon shouts began to fill the air as the men who had circled the tree line fell back into formation. The Commander took Camilla himself, offering to haul her up upon his charger. "Fear not m'lady, we'll get you some food and water post haste." His next words were powerful. "We ride!"

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Camilla's mouth hung open in awe, her mind unable to comprehend the rapid reversal in fortune. She had been just about to dump the fire she had built on the old shield down onto the corpses to create a barrier but now the blaze burned untended. A charge of heavy cavalry was something she had heard of in sagas and poetry but not something she had ever beheld. None of those neatly tuned stanzas did it any justice. The sheer force of it was astonishing, armored warhorses shattering beastmen, steel shod hooves caving in rib cages, lances shattering in ruined chests.

It was so unlikely that for a moment she refused to believe it, thinking it must be some trick or illusion but then she was over the parapet with Cydric slashing halfheartedly at the fleeing beastmen. She looked skeptically up to the heavens and then remembered her earlier prayer.

"Thank you Ranald, I suppose this will do," she said with a faint ironic smile. A moment later the commander of the knights, Gilderoy as he called himself was hauling her up into the saddle. He sat her sidesaddle across his horse his own armored arm providing her support as he led his men into a canter back down the hill. Although there were still woods, they were much thinner, perhaps due to the shallower soil clinging to the edge of the escapement and the knights rode swiftly as though sure of their mounts footing. It was clear to Camilla that although the Sigmarites had routed the beastmen and their otherworldly allies, they didn't imagine that the foe was finished, this was a hit and fade.

"May I have the pleasure of your name My Lady?" Gilderoy inquired politely. The juxtaposition of such formal etiquette while galloping through the forest in fear for ones life made her giggle and Gilderoy seemed to sit straighter as though preening.

"I am Camilla De La Tratio, Marquessa De La Tratio I suppose," she told him trying to remember the honorary title that Count Todbringer had been talking about.

"Ah a Tilean by your speech, welcome to the Empire," he said jovially. Camilla blinked a little non-plused by the strange knight.

"And a thank you for your timely rescue Sir Knight, I am in your debt," she responded, unconsciously mimicking his formal manner. Gilderoy smiled and patted the neck of his armored steed fondly.

"It was my pleasure to be of assistance to her ladyship, your companion did well to keep the brutes so distracted, we might have had a harder time of it otherwise." There seemed a slight reserve in his voice when he spoke of 'her companion' but she chose to ignore it.

"How did you find us Sir Knight?" she asked curiously as they slowed to a trot, to her surprise they were entering a lightly wooded valley with signs of recent logging, a strange oasis in the middle of the mighty Drakwald. At the far end of the valley she saw a fortress, not a ruin but a castle. It seemed shabby as though recently repaired, but the twin tailed comet flew from one of its recently repaired towers.

"It was chance my Lady, we heard the shots and though to climb the wall of the valley to see whence they came, and there you were in the old watch tower." He shook his head as if it were some amazing thing that couldn't be comprehended. Camilla thought Gilderoy was being awfully caviler about the whole business, but then he was a knight and he had just rescued them. The castle loomed larger ahead of them and she saw several dozen outbuildings, occupied by busy looking men in clean smocks. Some were cutting lumber, others were dressing stone with chisels, all looked surprised to see the patrol returning. The castle loomed up ahead of them, brooding over the lightly wooded vale.

"Welcome Lady Trantio, to Savior's Rock." Gilderoy intoned formally, his voice echoing as the horses hooves boomed on the draw bridge.

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Cyrdic had been fighting, running, screaming, and now was following the cavalry with the archer scouts that had followed the flanks of the horsemen. Needless to say, he was on his knees when they made it inside the fort's gates. He swayed and nearly swooned, before pointing to the peasant woman to fetch him some water as well with a rough order. He had quite the barbaric look about him, and the woman skittered over to follow his request, much to the chagrin of Gilderoy, who eyed the woman murderously.

A man richly dressed with the fashionable clothes of a scribe strolled out of one of the back doors. He carried a quill and parchment with the same sense of duty as a man might wield a sword, his nose up in the air for all to gaze upon. "Herr Garmmenn" Commander Egling said, dismounting his horse. A ruddy faced young squire who looked normal in every way save him missing one arm, was already leading the charger away with his remaining hand. "Report. What has she found about the cargo?"

The man halted, and haughtily eyed a dripping Cyrdic, who was currently guzzling a bucket of water, soaking his broad chest as half of the bucket's contents spilled down his body. "Speak!" Gilbrecht ordered, drawing Vitus Garmmen's gaze back to his superior officer. "My Lord, it seems the...specimens are healthy, and the time is almost nigh. However, there are a few complications."

"Very good. Meet me in the great hall within the hour." he said, his hands behind his back and his armored chest out. "Yes, my Lord." the scribe said, giving a bow before making his way back inside. The Commander turned and waved to Cyrdic. "See to it this...Imperial soldier is given food and a bed." he ordered. Two servant men hustled out and motioned for Cyrdic to follow. Cyrdic shook his head as Gilderoy began to offer Camilla a proposition.

"Have you dined, marchioness?" he asked her. Cyrdic blinked, and thought for a moment. He hadn't been paying much attention earlier when Boris had said they were getting titles. He never thought he would get one, so it had slipped his mind they'd been provided until just then. At least Camilla deserved it, he thought.

"I'll stay with her," Cyrdic said. "Just allow me and her to bathe."

"What?" the Knight asked incredulously at his word choice. Cyrdic narrowed his eyes. "Well...just let me bathe, and her bathe, and I can grab some food, perhaps."

"You fought bravely soldier," Gilderoy said, diplomatically. "But Sergeants don't dine in the great hall. You'll receive fine food shortly."

Cyrdic left a lingering gaze on Camilla, and nodded. "I'll be in my room." he said aloud, and went to see about that bath.


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* Appearance:
* Age: 16
* Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They're someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
* Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn't have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
* Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be 'perfect'. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child's life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie's mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie's father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
* Notable Deaths: Korie's Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
* Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.

* Framewerk Code Name: Aester
* Appearance:
* Signature Weapon System: Aester's weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
* Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
* Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie's Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
* Special Ability: Blank.

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"Shouldn't be to hard, since I basically said the same thing to Antwon not just a couple minutes ago." Ian stated in response matter-of-factly, looking rather unperturbed by Korie's revelation. It just proved what Ian had already suspected, Korie wasn't just another cadet like the rest of them, a fact that he seemed eager to show off with his blatant display of privilege by getting food and sandwiches. "As for my desires, trust me when I say that you're not my type. The only reason I'd ever kiss you again is just to see how many times I can get away with it before you really lose your temper. Basically, I'm fucking with you so there early isn't a need to get so bent out of shape. The only reason I did in the first place is because I wanted the card and in the past the easiest way to distract people was to do something that they don't expect. Pickpocketing is a lot like stage magic in that regard, it's all about distraction." Ian finished his sandwich and coffee before he got up and tossed them both into the trashcan, taking this as a moment to reevaluate his comrades.

Antwon seemed to be a reasonable guy, if a bit out-spoken but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Every team needs at least one person who isn't afraid to speak their mind and be the skeptic. Elora was adorably shy, and seemed to be easily flustered. Ian wasn't sure how that would translate on the battlefield, but he'd save his judgements on that for later. Even if she stunk, Ian was sure that she could be pushed to achieve better as long as she was given a proper push in the right directions and encouragement. Sigma would be Ian's first vote for leader, because she had all the seriousness of Korie, but seemed to know that antagonizing the people you want to lead is a bad idea. Tatsuda hadn't really given him enough to say anything bout him yet, but he did notice how the boy had reacted to Korie's comment about Antwon's past, and how he tried to hide it with a smile. Very interesting. Serah was his favorite person here so far, as she was making the most f her situation and having fun with it.

All that was left was the silent girl across the way, one that Ian felt like he'd seen before but couldn't put his tongue on where. Well, she seemed like as good a person as any to mess with, he was sure that talking to Korie any more would just lead to more trouble than it was worth. Ian walked over to where the purple haired girl was, giving off a friendly smile and a wave. "Hello there, I don't think I caught your name and in case you didn't catch mine, it's Ian. Also, have we met somewhere before, I feel like I've seen you from somewhere before?"

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"Hello there, I don't think I caught your name and in case you didn't catch mine, it's Ian. Also, have we met somewhere before, I feel like I've seen you from somewhere before?"

She opened her eyes to the view of a rather delinquent-looking fellow standing right in front of her. Not really the type she'd be surprised to see here. Ian was it? He mentioned having seen her before. It was still a bit exciting when someone said they know her or have seen her perform before, no matter how many times she heard it. He doesn't seem the type to be a fan of her music though, so he most likely have seen her picture in passing, like on the cover of an album or something. Utano did manage to perform alongside a few famous bands though, so that might also be the cause.

Cautiously she assumed her business persona, smiling slightly at the boy. "Hmm, I'd remember if we met before, but it would come as no surprised if you had seen my likeness before. I'm UTAU, an aspiring Idol."

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Sigma sighed. "Serah, go ahead with her. I might catch with you later. I believe i can get more help." The stoic-faced pilot looked at both girls, before looking at the girl who was being approached by Ian. Are they already wisening up? She pondered. Now how would she approach the possible fourth member of the alliance she was trying to brew. The strawberry alliance, it would be called.

Now, the trick was the approach. What would be the best way to do it? Well, of course by keeping act. She had seen those garish outfits in the assorted shows that the civilians kept themselves busy with. Some kind of performer. Well, that could be worked as an excuse...

Walking with brief steps, she then approached the girl and the loudmouth called Ian, choosing to tap the shoulder of the performer in question.

"May I have a second with you? We've got a bad case of scenery panic... and you seem the type to be acknowledged with it."Sigma said, as she said the half truth to the girl."We'll be in the girls bath. Sorry for the disturbance." The clone soldier droned, without waiting for an answer, and then darted off hurriedly after Serah and Elora, creating a false sense of urgence to sell the act.

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Ian's smile dropped the instant he heard the name, taking an step back instinctively from Utau as he tried to hold back the flood of memories that the name brought with it. Sadly, it was for not, and one memory in particular pained him more than any other.

- Militant Cruiser, Turok sector, Outer Rim, 1 month ago-

Ian was sitting in a chair overlooking the empty void, trying his best to tune out his sister and her incessant need to sing along to every song by her favorite Idol, Utatu or whatever she was called. It wasn't that he disliked the music, it was decent enough, he just hated having to hear it a million times on a daily basis. If he heard that goddamn chorus from Kibou to Negai one more time, he'd through her music player out the air lock.

"Couldn't you at least use your headphones? Not everypne wants to listen to that stuff 24/7, you know."

Angela Blackwood, his foster sister and best friend, responded in the only way befitting the daughter of a highly decorated, high ranking officer, by sticking her tongue out at him. She had her hair cut and stlyed so that it resembled that of her Idol, even going so far as to dye her naturally black hair purple as well, though she'd had enough restrain to limit it to only the tips of her hair. So far gone was her obssession, she'd even went through a procedure to change the color of one eye to be the same as UTAU, making it a bright-ish purple instead of her normal light grey. "If you don't like it, you can go somewhere else, Ian, this is the closest thing we've ever had to a vacation, so I'm going to enjoy it as much as I want to, as loud as I want to." With that said, she turned her music up and gave Ian a familiarly mischievous smile that he couldn't help but return, having some fun despite his sister being her usual annoying self.

"I'll do just that, so later Lil' Sis, and have fun listening to your music . . . with out your phone!" Quick as a flash, Ian was down the halls of the ship with his sister's phone before she could comprehend what had happened. Ian couldn't help chuckling when he heard her cry of outrage, happy with the knowledge that she was too much of a lazy lump to get it back, plus she had another one anyway, so it really wasn't that much of a problem.

A couple hours later, Ian was near the lower decks of the ship, listening to some of his guilty pleasure UTAU favorites, like Kono Haato Tomaranai when he heard an alarm rung throughout the ship, the one for Cruxi attacks. His last thought before hearing those alarms, however, had been simple. I wonder how this UTAU chick is in real life.

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That was the last time he had ever spoken to his sister, and the thought of it had been more than enough to cause tears to flow unbidden to his eyes. He came out of his mind when Sugma had left, coming to with a shock before he reached up to feel the wetness on his face, surprised to find tears before he went to wipe his eyes dry, an hollow chuckle escaping hus lips as he did so. "I'm sorry, it's just . . . my sister is, or was, a really big fan of yours. She played Kibou to Negai so many times I could probably recite it you by heart." That was a lie, he could recite it perfectly forwards, backwards, even sideways. He still had his sisters purple music player, had it in his pocket at this very moment. The day after the incident he's locked himself in his room for hours, staring at a spot on the wall while listening to his sister's playlist over and over again. He'd listen to them so much he could recite them all, though if he ever triednhe'd breakdown into an unintelligible mess of sorrow before he got through the second chorus. This is why you never look back. A voice he remembered and despised whispered to him, The only thing that comes from remembering tragedy is more pain.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'll . . . I'll just leave you to yoyr business." Ian walked away from the violet haired Idol so fast he was almost running, heading into the boy's bathroom, locking himself in a stall and just taking a second to compose himself. In a few minutes he'd walk out feeling as chipper as ever, but right now, he just needed to center himself in the present, lest he lose himself in his past.

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After hearing what both Antwon and Ian had to say, and finishing their meal, Korie sighed a bit to themselves and thinking a bit over what they had said. Before smiling towards Takeo and giving him a small wave. Unlike their normal smile, this one seemed genuine as they stood up and approached the vending machine once again, this time getting two more coffees with their card.

Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. "I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you're right, I don't have any real answers," looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling.

"If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I'm in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team."

Exiting the room with the extra can of coffee, but not before waving goodbye to Takeo and Antwon, Korie made their way to the restroom specially made for them due to their specific request. On the way there, they paused and watched as Ian went into the bathroom with a wet face. Sighing, Korie just waited until finally they came back out with their usual chipper attitude.

"Oh, Ian, I almost forgot, this one is for you. You will need something to wash down the taste of kissing a boy out of your mouth," spoke Korie as they shoved another can of coffee into their hand. Giving Ian a small smile, Korie punched Ian on the arm softly before heading towards their own special bathroom. "Sorry for earlier. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must use the little girl's room," they said as they entered the strange room that was undoubtedly a bathroom made specifically for them… which also had a sign that was equally confusing with a pear being strangled by a tentacle.