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"A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him. Me? I've built a whole house with the bloody things."
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Equipment/Possessions: Formal Wear, Jeweled Dagger, House Mnemon Official Seal and Documentation, Two Belt Pouches, Resealable Inkwell, Fountain Pen, Blank Book
-Pouch 1 Contents: 1kg of Bloodberry Trail Mix, and an extra 0.5kg of dried berries.
-Pouch 2 Contents: Money (2 Koku, 6 Quian, 4 Siu, 7 Yen), Magnifying Glass, and a "Lucky Rock"

Personality: Fergus enjoys life and loves the lifestyle his profession allows him to live. As a barrister (lawyer), he makes a significant sum of jade scrip compared to most. He does show it off from time to time by buying drinks for the whole tavern, buying expensive gifts, and indulging in his expensive snacking habits. He's a bit abrasive to poorer folks, as a result. But he does try to limit that. After all, a barrister can always use more future clients. Er... I mean friends.

Backstory/History: Son of a barrister and a midwife of Dynastic House Mnemon, Fergus was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Lord's Crossing was far inland on the Blessed Isle, and thus safe from the vast majority of the fighting from the Scarlet War. Even the civil conflicts of the Dynastic Houses were minimal there before the war, due to the Imperial City being the center of government at the time. What little fighting that did occur in Lord's Crossing was quickly quashed by House Mnemon's forces stationed there.

Fergus himself had an enjoyable later childhood after the war concluded. He even followed in his father's footsteps and went to finishing school to become a barrister for House Mnemon. His marks were acceptable, his demeanor was as expected of a notable and wealthy young man from a Dynastic family. At the age of twenty-two, Fergus was certified as a legal representative of House Mnemon. Both he and his father were incredibly proud, and he began working in Lord's Crossing with his family. Times were good for a year or so. Then he took a case for a soldier from his noble house, and that changed.

The soldier had been accused of aggravated robbery and murder, and Fergus was assigned to defend the man. Much to most people's surprise, he won the case. A big payday from the Mnemon coffers, and another win on his case record. However, the victim's family was also of substantial wealth thanks to being members of House Cathak. They decided to take matters into their own hands, and target the soldier and the family of barristers who had won him his freedom. Thankfully, they targeted the soldier first. As soon as the man was found executed a week after the case was settled, Fergus surmised what was going on. Noble houses were not usually nice when they felt justice had escaped them, after all.

His father suggested they part ways for a time and leave Lord's Crossing. Given that a barrister for House Mnemon could find work practically anywhere on the Isle, Fergus agreed. Even if he did not immediately find work, he had plenty of money to float himself for a while. However, the day he was to leave for Pasiap's Stair, Fergus got the news his father had been murdered. By this point, House Cathak had disowned the offenders and were trying to stop them from doing more damage to the houses reputation. It was little comfort to Fergus, however. He knew he would be next.

In hopes it would throw off his would-be killers, he kept his travel date to Pasiap's Stair. Instead of going there by carriage, he had called in a favor to a merchant friend and would be tagging along on a trip to the imperial Ruins. Thankfully, this seemed to successfully throw off the killers. As it is now a year after his father's death, and Fergus is now living very comfortably in the Imperial Ruins. He does keep in touch with his mother now and then by sending messages with merchants, but is otherwise completely on his own. No worries, though. While he does not make near as much as he did in Lord's Crossing, he still makes plenty enough to enjoy a lavish lifestyle compared to most residents. His home even has a hearthstone that provides running water!

Unfortunately for him, this too would soon change...

Other: Fergus has a slight addiction (he can stop anytime he wants, Karen... he just doesn't want to stop right now) to Bloodberries. They are relatively expensive (1 Quian for 0.5kg), so he has taken to drying them and mixing them with little crackers and nuts to make a sort of trail mix with them to make them last longer and save money.

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丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW

Axley could get scary when she was angry. He could already tell that she was utterly miffed. But her willingness to help was what he did this for. People helping people. Its the only way Creation will survive this madness it had become. He sighed happily, "Next pheasant that gets donated has your name written on it. With you and the offered money, we could atleast get a roof over everyone's head."

Cilia put her physical stature to work, already going in and saving what was arguably the most valuable items in all the church. The books themselves were all designed for teaching, through fiction and non fiction about the Blessed Isle, and Creation beyond. It was a wonderful thing to read to the children that called the church home. Give them visions and dreams of travel and wonder. Cilia returned and he nodded. "Good call." He told her, though noticed her other items. He knew those knives. That was an interesting day. He hated weapons but now... "No telling if the next place will be completely safe. Hope we don't need them."

Fergus responded to his suggestion. "Old foundries and a lot of soot... Not exactly the cleanest area." He tried to sound civil, but he was still disappointed. The next statement did have Sparrow stroking his chin. "The university?" He hadn't considered that. He listened intently, though his actions had slowed, as if to give Fergus the lead. "I think... I think this just might work."

People helping people... All will be well.

How wrong he was.

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He stopped when something became amiss. His smile faded as he closed his eyes, to listen. He heard a rumbling... he heard a cry. He knew that sound. That was a sound of battle. He heard that sound on the Threshold. It brought back chilling awful memories. Then the explosions, the load gutteral moan that sent shelling through the sky, wisps into the air. The ex-monk had seen horrors but these should be miles, thousands of miles away.

It was a Holocaust.

He undid his backpack, ready to free himself to run. "Run. Run get yourselves out of th-" Then three shells, they landed near, too near... "No..." His eyes went wide as the world seemed to slow. One of those... things. It hit the church. The silver wisps it wrung through the windows, out the door, a poor man vanishing into dust as the essence cascaded over him. Snow stood stunned. Tears filled his sapphire eyes, his hand fell over his mouth. His heart and soul died. He knew instantly, not a man woman or child in his home survived...

Fergus snapped him out of it as he looked back. They could see it in his eyes. Snow never cried. This jolly man. This happy hopeful man. It was a look of utter anguish.

A shame he couldn't just die there... No. He was spared. The dragons spared him. He looked at the others.
 Three people. He could save at least these three. He slung his pack over his shoulder and his legs moved, his arms outstretched to help Cilia, Axley, turn and run. He'd try to save others... if he could. They were priority.

[Assistant]
Cilia Cosgair

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Link to Cilia's Sheet

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cilia watched in utter suprise as the shells starting coming. Then with a howl, she let out a cry for the people that died in the church. In shock she tried to turn back to head for the people, but Snow kept her on track and moving away from the shells. The Barrister went up 100 points on her scale. He didn't kill people, he hadn't used them, and he was trying to be nice. As the shells came down, it was clear that who ever was doing this deserved to be on her dislike list.

As they ran, a shell hit her abandoned building. She started to fight them as two walls of the building collapsed from the shock. She left her her dogs dying from the shell and blunt force trauma of the walls. The shock made her numb and she followed the directions of who ever was leading her this way and that without thought. She klung to anything she could as the anger and confusion welled up in her.

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Axley would have killed for a pheasant in the moment, but she shook her head and offered Sparrow a smile regardless. "Don't worry about it. I don't exactly make much, but I can at least cook for a little bit. If anything, let me cook the pheasant for everyone else." That was the last interaction Axley had for the time being. She wanted some time to think about the situation she found herself in. The place she had called home when she lacked a place to live or a job to keep her fed was being foreclosed upon for seemingly no good reason, and she couldn't fight the powers that be in the process. What a nasty predicament to find oneself in, truly...

Axley found herself straggling behind the others; she truly had no desire to leave the church, even if the man inside it was leaving it and the convoy had moved on without her. She sighed, turning back to look at it wistfully. It might be the last time she saw it under Sparrow's ownership, after all. Best to cherish the time she spent there and the people who had helped her become a real member of the Ruins' society, instead of just a leech and homeless. And yet here it was, simply being taken away from her. At least the building would still stand; she could perhaps visit every now and then...just to relive old times.

Irony had a funny way of striking quickly and painfully.

"What was that?" She could have sworn the ground had shaken ever so slightly, and the low groan of...what was that? A machine of some kind? She couldn't identify the noise, but she barely even had time to consider that when she watched a strange, silver shell smash directly into the place she held close to her. She wanted to go investigate, but from what little she could see and the screams she could hear, that was most likely a fatal idea. No, someone had come to destroy her home....

Again.

Axley locked up. Was it the mafia? Had they found her somehow? No, that couldn't be...whatever was eating away at the church's insides was...sinister. Definitely too powerful to be the work of a criminal organization some hundreds of miles away. Something else had done this, but the thoughts racing through her head were all the same. Why couldn't she just have something? Her legs wobbled like jelly at the prospect of everything being taken from her a second time. She wanted to run back, protect the church to the very end, but the voices around her all were encouraging her to run, run in the other direction, as fast as she could.

It was something she at least knew she could do.

"Move, move, MOVE!" Axley's panicked cry rang out as she barreled through a group of fleeing citizens to catch back up with everyone else. Her lute bounced on her back as she rushed through the streets as quickly as she possibly could, trying to do anything she could do to escape the oncoming carnage. "F-Follow me, I know the fastest way outta here..." Her home was on the outskirts of the Ruins, which conveniently happened to be on the side of town opposite the direction the shells were coming from. She probably wouldn't have any time to grab anything, but at least it'd get them closer to the end of town and relative safety...

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Running away was obviously a good plan, and Fergus made no objections as he followed Axley, Cilia, and Snow. That said, running away without a plan was likely just postponing the inevitable. The shells kept falling. Buildings and people continued to be consumed and destroyed. The groans of the Juggernaut grew louder and louder. Then it happened. Fergus and the unlikely trio he was now fleeing with were retreating across the city and trying to avoid the deadly bombardment, but ground forces were less easy to evade. Three warriors with sickly grey-white skin and wicked curved blades crossed their path, along with a woman in heavy armor who wielded a flaming sword.

"Not far to the remnants of the grid, General. We'll mop up around here while you get it ready for his arrival." The woman gave no verbal response, and simply ran back toward the center of the city. The three men turned their attention to Fergus and the other survivors from the church, and began their approach. Fergus, while far from a warrior himself, had received his share of combat training from House Mnemon. He drew his short blade, but was visibly trembling. This was not training. If he fouled up here, he would be dead.

"Shit shit shit! What do we do?!" cried the barrister mere seconds before the men were upon them. One took a wide swing at Fergus, who barely stepped out of the way. Rather than lose his whole arm, the sleeve of his shirt was very crudely torn and he took a small cut on his bicep. The pain was not immediate, however. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug. In retaliation, Fergus took a stab at the warrior. While his blade atually hit its mark in the foe's side, there was no blood. This caused Fergus to take another step back. Undead. That meant only one thing. Even a man who was not involved in the Scarlet War knew that undead were often a hallmark of a Deathlord. Wait. Could that mean... no. The monstrous roar. Was this going to be a repeat of what happened in Thorns?!

It may have seemed silly, but Fergus took a rock from one of his pouches and hurled it at his opponent's face. It smashed right into the undead's eye, causing him to yell out in anger and pain as the hefty rock did severe damage to his eye. "We need to leave! Now! Follow me! Please, I beg you trust me!" and with that, he fled toaward the northwest. Fergus knew he needed to tell the ruling class in Lord's Crossing about the impending invasion by the Deathlord. If they were informed of the sacking of the Imperial Ruins yet again, perhaps they might take action. But to ensure that, Fergus (and his new friends) needed to recount their tale of survival and escape to House Mnemon and the other noble houses.

They needed to survive. They needed to escape. They needed to live.


[System]
Themes:* Aiden's Battle Theme
Nickname:The Raging Blizzard, The True Dragon Slayer

Age:19

Gender:Male

Guild: Wizards of Fiore

Rank: A-rank mage

Personality: Aiden is generally a calm, collected, and ever so slightly cold individual that is always ready to share what's on his mind with sarcastic comments and quick wit. He's sociable enough, though he rarely goes out of his way to introduce himself to most people and generally prefers his own company when something is bothering him. However, despite this calm exterior, the ice is thin in places and when it cracks, you get a taste of his other side, the on that became known as The Raging Blizzard. Aiden is very prideful when it comes to his abilities, and mocking them(whether you are doing it purposefully or not) is one of the ways to almost instantaneously set off his temper, leading to an enraged outburst and the offender being trapped in a block of ice.

History: The circumstances of Aiden's birth are strange and very unethical. The Cross family, once a highly respected and well regarded mage bloodline, had long since fallen from grace and renown. On the brink of winking out of existence as the guild wars broke out, the matriarch of the family, Freya Cross, decided to begin magical experimentation as part of a deal with a dark guild to give them stronger soldiers. Starting with the children currently in development in several of the families women, she began to implant them(and herself) with a species of symbiotic organisms that would attach themselves to the embryo of their children.

The result was of the 20 women who took part in the experiment, only 5 were able to give birth to healthy offspring. The rest were either miscarried or terminated as failure straight right on the spot. Aiden's group, known as the first generation of the Arondight Project, was an attempt to create a form of genetic super-soldiers with a high level of reliability, but of all of them, Aiden was the only who seemed to be with any added traits among the survivors. At age 7, when the others were able to somewhat manipulate their Symbiotes, it was decided that Aiden, while seeming promising at the beginning, was deemed to ultimately be a waste of a resources.

Aiden's family saw him as a failure, casting him out of the family home in the cold, unforgiving mountains that surrounded the estate. Aiden, a child of only 7 years at the time, druddged through the cold, trying his best to find some form of sanctuary. He would have died if he hadn't fallen down a hidden crevice in the mountain. It was a long fall, but he had a lot of nice soft rocks to slow his descent, his durable body allowing him to survive the numerous impacts. Barely conscious, the last thing that Aiden saw before he fainted was a giant Ice blue eye, and within it, his own face. He looked so much like his mother, and it filled him with such anger that even at such a young she he knew what he wanted more than anything else. "I'll kill her" he said, glaring into the giant eye with burning icy blue eyes of his own, "I don't care if it's the last thing I ever do, I swear that she'll die by my own hands" The anger did not leave him, nor did it warm his core with an emotional flame. Instead, he felt a dark chill creep through his veins, a need to wreak havoc and destruction. As he lost consciousness, he felt the monster inside him finally begin to stir. That night, something inside him had awoken, the beginning of his rise. . . and the catalyst of his fall.

When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of a shallow pool of freezing cold water, feeling better than he had ever been before. Getting up, he turned to see a large dragon, with horns and scales the that seemed to be made of solid ice. It was huge, filling up the enormous cavern with ease. The dragon, known as Chronos, told Aiden that he had saved the boy's life, and he expected the boy to repay the favor by seeing to it that the dragon died a noble death in battle, for he was old and fading quickly, not long for this world, at least as far as a dragon is concerned, and he wanted to go about in a blaze of glory and combat. And Aiden, happy to be of use to anybody and for the chance to become stronger, heartily agreed. And so it was that for 11 years he trained with Chronos, learning the Rare Ice dragon slayer magic from the ancient beast. When he turned 17, it was decided that the dragon had nothing else to teach him, and that it was time. The battle that raged was a fierce one, but in the end, Aiden won that hollow victory and laid his Master, and father, to rest.

After that, Aiden entered the real world, emerging as a powerful force nearing the end of the Great Guild war by taking out dark mages as he encountered them, seeking to stop their misdeeds. After the wars ended, he decided to join the Wizards of Fiore so he could put his talents to good use. A year into it, he returned to the tomb of his father to harvest some of his scales, fangs, and claws. Taking them back with him, he had them forged into powerful weapons and armor that he now uses to enhance his abilities, as well as a way to honor his mentor. From what he took, he created a Naginata from a claw, a suit light-armor that has plates of dragon scales over vital areas, and two spears made from the fangs that he uses in tandem with each other. He can summon them to him through his limited knowledge of requip magic which he only has slight mastery of and little interest in developing it more than he has at the moment.

Magic:Ice Dragon Slayer Magic, Maker magic infused with Dragon slayer magic, and limited requip.

His Naginata can enhance, be imbued with, and be used in tandem with his Ice Dragonslayer magics, It's incredibly sturdy and resilient to all form of magic except that of other dragon slayer.

His armor bears resiliency to magic and increased durability, but due to him choosing speed over protection it doesn't cover a large potion of his body and the resilience only blocks about 50% of the damage at best( works best at against fire, lightning/plasma and heat magics, unless cast by a dragon slayer.)

The spears bear the same effects as the Naginata, but in addition to that, if a foe gets pierced by them, a numbness will temporarily spread through their body, messing with their ability to move the afflicted part( or in general if it hits the torso.

Ice Make: Fallen Grace: A spell that fuses both Dragon slayer and Make magic together, it grants all of the user's Ice make constructs with an aura of intense cold, which helps it resist heat and can cause numbing and freezing of the target's body on impact, depending on the amount of magic put in to it.

Guardians: Comes in variants of Assault, Trap, and Protector as well as normal. Assault have a good balance of armor and offensive capabilities, usually bearing weapons of some kind. Trap is the fastest variant, as it's job is to get in close to the enemy, before unleashing it's payload in the form of either explosions or restraints. Protectors is the slowest, but most durable, bearing many layers of ice, they are employed when something needs guarding, like a fallen team mate or a VIP.

True Dragonslayer Mode: Aiden can call upon his dragon blood to give himself a buff to his abilities, making him a good deal stronger than before and allowing him to fly.

Ice Dragon's Blizzarding Roar

Ice make: Dragonic Ascension: Weiss Dragon's Twin Phoenix strike

Other:He bears an increased affinity with Dragonic magics, so he is able to more efficiently use and manipulate dragon-slayer magic than any other dragon slayer, due to his dragonic blood. Also bears an extreme resistance to ice and cold based magics.Has no real Martial Arts style yet, just a novice in that regard as he only started when he joined Vyper Bolt. Gets Easily attached to any somewhat friendly female due to his lack of any type of caring motherly figure in his life.

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Damon Phobos

Damon was glad to see that everyone had finally made it, despite that Bristlebane had ran off to acquire some unknown object or finish some business. The red haired mage walked over to Nakaru and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. Nakaru was a valuable member of the team and Blanche was basically mom when he was not around Merrian. "Come on guys. I know of a carriage that'll get us to Eastcliff in no time." Damon smiled and began walking toward the edge of town. "We'll pick up Bristlebane on the way." The mission details still bothered Damon to an extent. A Dark Guild was never to be taken lightly no matter how weak they appeared to be. He could remember traveling with Gildarts and having to fight a guild that harbored some cannon that could extract souls. It was a weird experience that left an impact on the protege. Several minutes would pass before they would reach a large carriage, royal in appearance. What was truly offsetting were two massive horses with fire-like magic for a mane and tail attached to the carriage.

"Awesome, right?" Damon commented.

[Assistant]
Taka Shirokawa

Taka looked over at Ira with somewhat of a glare as he said then, in truth, she was actually going to make him pay for it once they were done. This date is only temporary after all, after this, she's consider him an enemy of the guild. She is passionate about her guild, but for her all thinking about this it's due to her personality. Taka noticed that he had asked about her past life, she didn't really remember much of it, due to her being such a young age. But before she could answer, the waiter came and asked what they would like to drink, with Ira replying with drinks for them both.

"Let me start then. My earliest memories was me on a boat of some kind, I was being carried by a man, and I couldn't really remember anything else about the boat to be honest. Then I was adopted by a fire mage, who truly was a professional at all sorts of fire magic. And that's where I learned my magic, Living Flame. For a while I was an independent mage, searching for jobs to do, but then my father told me to go join a guild. So I said. Why not? And that's where I came to today, I know... it's boring." Taka sighed as she leaned on the table, putting a hand on her cheek in boredom.

Alexandre Cross

-El @chukklehed @Vongola_Hasayo @Eklispe

Alexandre softly smiled back to Damon, starting to follow him out of town with the team, they all seemed very nice, this would be his first job in the guild after all. Which means that Alexandre could possibly show off his magic if he wanted to. Eventually they all had reached a beautiful carriage, one that Alexandre had never seen before in his travels. "These horses... are truly beautiful..." Alexandre said as he had widened his eyes, he was tempted to pat the horse, but he could possibly go on fire.

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Kuroku Nagasai

"Meh, if they got dibs, they got dibs. Besides, while the reward isn't as large, it seems easy enough . . . unless you want to hit up this other one instead." Aiden replies as he shows Kuroku the job request he chose.

"Hmmmmm..." the Winter Spirit thought aloud, "I suppose we can do this job... thought I gotta say, it looks kinda sketchy."

It was then when he greeting Nigel coming in.

"Kuroko, hey!" Nigel said and waved back as Kuroko made his way towards him. "I've been mostly good, trying to find something to do but other than that, just chilling here,"

"Haha, good to hear." Kuro replies as he directs him to Aiden.

"...and speak of the devil, I don't think anyone's better suited for a protection job than someone who can always keep an eye on the target. What'd ya say, you pink haired genius, want to help break a vote? I want to go with one mission, Lead-head over here want's to go with another. Here are the request forms, which do you want to do?"

Kuro just rolled his eyes when Aiden called him 'Lead-head', which he was pretty alright with considering he's used to it.

"Oi oi, relax. First of all, hey. Secondly," Nigel told Aiden and turned his attention towards the two request forms. "Hmm, personally, If I were alone, I'd do the second one, protection jobs are pretty easy when you are able to have your eyes on the client and on lookout at the same time. Dunno how you guys would handle it though..." he told them jokingly. "If you would have me, why not. I'd pick the second one," he finished.

"Very well then." Kuro responds after a second of silence, "We'll do the second one. I'm up for it."

He then posts back the job request he previously wanted onto the guild board.

"Anyone up for a hot job?" he asks the whole guild, "Ice-Dragon and Pink-Slushie over here are going for a cold one.

[Assistant]
Bristlebane

Bristlebane gave a sigh of relief. It had been in his left, side middle, top pocket the whole time. How silly of him. Bristlebane sprinted outside backtracking and eventually finding his group again. It seemed they were getting into some sort of carriage, pulled by some fiery horses. They reminded him of a card he had seen once. Rapisash? Rapitash? Rapigrash? Eh he would remember sooner or later. Or not. He called out, "Wait for me." as he caught up and jumped into the carriage eager to be on his way. This was going to be fun. "Sweet ride." he said once he was nice and settled. "Anybody own it or we renting?"

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Ira Amaterasu

Ira laughed as Taka exclaimed her story was boring. It was actually quite interesting. He didn't know of many people who came from adoptable homes and were still happy. The waiter returned with their drinks and two glasses. He began to pour and asked the two ,  " Are you both ready to order?" Ira had no clue what to eat. The menu was filled with delicious treats and savory meats. He looked to Taka for some sort of help,  " What would you suggest for a person who has never ate in a restaurant?"

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Aiden scratched his head in slight embarrassment, having let his excitement get the better of him.

"Sorry, Guess I should've started with a hello, huh, my bad? And of course we wouldn't mind having you on board, Tech-head. With you on board, this'll be easy pickings. Excluding that, I kinda need to talk to you about something anyway." Aiden said, his smile becoming a little more forced for a second, but he soon moved past whatever he was thinking. "But we can get to that later, yeah."

Aiden turned back to face Kuro, only a small smile as the S-ranked mage tried to give them names of his own, and only partially succceded. "Slushie-head was clever, but you're going to have to try harder than 'Ice Dragon' before you can best me in the giving of crappy nicknames, Lead Head. but keep trying, it amuses me."


[System]
Former faction: Decepticons
Role: Engineer/medic

Normal Appearance:

Do not let her streamlined looks fool you - that only means that her weapons are protected in retractable pods. Nightscream stands about 9 meters tall. Her 'helmet' has a retractable visor that covers the entirety of her face when deployed and serves as a HUD.

Alternate form:
Cybertronian jet. As the word 'stealth' is not even in her vocabulary, Nightscream was against hiding on the human world from the get-go, not wanting to 'downgrade' to any human design. Her vehicle mode has the length of about 6 meters and top speed in atmosphere of about Mach 6. As usual with Cybertronian strikecraft, she is fully spaceworthy.

Weapons and tools:
2x retractable blades (Forearms) - Only available in robot mode. A last ditch weapons for when somebody manages to get too close to her.
4x energy blaster (Wings/Wrist pods) - The basic cannons. Not really powerful unless the target is hit with several shots, but with high rate of fire and good energy efficiency.
2x null ray (Hull mounts/Shoulder pods) - High-power weapons that can disable target's electronics (or nervous system) in a single shot and permanently fry it in few, depending on the target's size. The downside is the reload which can take from 60 seconds to five minutes, depending on how much power is Nightscream directing to her other systems.
2x Fusion bomb (Bomb bay) - Only available in vehicle mode. Nightscream's cargo bay can either hold 2 guided glider bombs or minicons/capsule transformers.
Disruptor field (Minicon/Cyber key/...) - When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes.

Personality:
Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

History:
Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she is vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:
- She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream most of the time stays out of a fight or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
- Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
- Voice actor: Alix Wilton Regan
- Theme: Jinki Extend OST, 18 - Game Kaishi
Name: Nightscream

Former faction: Decepticons

Role: Engineer / Medic / Mad Scientist

Normal Appearance:

When choosing an Earth form, Nightscream was hard pressed to keep her body's power consumption low enough. Thus she chose to make her actual body rather small for the day-to-day things and capable of powerlinking with additional parts attachable to her vehicle mode in a larger, more armored and armed Brute mode. In this form she is almost universally grey and silver with purple and yellow accents. Unlike her cybertronian form that was designed to work in labs, Nightscream's Earth form is bulkier and more armored and also capable of flight in a proto form. Her face has a deployable visor and faceplate.
(Same shape as Armada Jetfire)

Brute Mode:

Nightscream can combine with the unused parts of her alternate mode that take the shape of the boosters and external tank. Her main body collapses it's limbs to form attachment points of the larger limbs and additional armor made out of the disassembled ET. The boosters split in half, the bottom transforming into shoulder mounted cannons while the top transforms into a new set of arms ended in a heavy-duty three arm grapples for hands. In this form she is mostly purple with yellow accents and grey cannons and arms

Alternate form:

The space shuttle. Still not a proponent of stealth, Nightscream kept her usual color scheme. The main body of the shuttle is mostly grey, connected to a purple tank and grey set of boosters. The alt-mode is capable of functioning without the parts that form Nightscream's Brute Mode, sacrificing thrust power for increased agility.

Weapons and tools:

Plasma blaster (Protoform): A gun firing plasma bolts. Trades in rate of fire for heavier hit.
Shield (Protoform): A simple bit of heavy armor that serves as a shield.
2x Missiles (All modes): Wing mounted missiles. Nightscream can swap the warheads if she has alternatives available, but usually she will keep one armed with high explosive and another with an EMP warhead.
4x Energy blaster (Vehicle mode): The standard ranged weapon of choice mounted in the leading edge of the wings. Low energy consumption and damage, high rate of fire. Nightscream has the habit of cycling the barrels on her weapons, virtually quadrupling her rate of fire.
2x Rocket blaster (Brute mode): Monstrous cannons capable of bringing down buildings. They require several seconds of charge before firing and five minutes to cool down and consume unhealthy amount of energon, but one or two hits is all it takes to bring down even larger transformers or to disable a key system on a spaceship.
Null field (Minicon/Cyber Key/...): When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes. She can expand the field's volume at the cost of its longevity.
Laserbeak: Nightscream took possession of Soundwave's deployer for the time being. He can launch out of her cargo bay in vehicle mode or chest in her protoform. She is unable to deploy laserbeak in Brute mode.

Personality:

Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being, followed by other Seekers, her mentor Soundwave and then maybe some greater causes. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

Her projects came to be used in a different manner than she intended, having to give up her prototype chassis to extend the life of one of her new 'comrades' and in the wake of the threat of Megatronus, she is willing to enter the battle if it means liberating her brother from his grasp and making sure his influence will never extend to Cybertron.

History:

Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she remained vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:

* She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream stays out of a fight most of the time or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
* Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
* Voice actor: Lexa Doig
* Theme

Relations with other characters:

* Prsim: Nightscream is neutral to the autobot, often amused by her at times naive and always straightforward approach to things, usually involving explosives or other causes of heavy damage. Suffice to say the seeker know whom to call upon if there is a building block that offends her. She enjoys schooling the younger autobot with mean and harsh devices, but does it in fact out of the goodness of hešr spark, trying to expand her ways of thinking.
* Turbulence: She approves of him being in the autobot minority to actually use a flight capable alternate mode, as well as being amazed at his internal design. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't look like she would be able to perform experiments on him any time soon.
* Sklog: Having invested lot of her research resources into the former dinobot turned something greater than a predacon, Nightscream is interested in seeing if Sklog's mind would be able to make use of the newfound processing capability and to what potential he can bring her invention. She does harbor some personal bond to the other decepticon, what with seeing him through his reincarnation.
* Cyclonus: Primus! And I thought I was the relic of an old era here!
* Blackarachnia: Ah, my favorite toy. Too bad it got infested and had to be burned.
* Soundwave: Despite bonding to the point of referring to each other as siblings, one look will identify Nightscream as a seeker when the second will identify Soundwave as anything but, disproving the theory of them being related. Their bond goes just as deep though.
* Trine: Nightscream did not share the names of her trine, whether they are still alive or what faction they fight for.

[User]
Prism wasn't sure to expect when when listed her troubles to Nightscream. There was little that the former 'con could do to help Prism's memory, and it was safer if her head just wasn't touched at all. She felt bad for Sklog, though. The poor guy couldn't get any treatment either, and his problems were far worse than hers.

The orange bot walked with Sklog into the lift once more, her hand slowly raising to touch one of the buttons. Nightscream had told her to stay away from sub-level twenty due to a possibly grotesque sight. Prism followed orders as well as any demolitions expert could. Most times, she'd follow her orders and then some, but there were other times in which her boom sense kicked in and told her what would be far more interesting. Slowly, her hand passed the button to sub three and moved to twenty, pushing it lightly and watching as the doors shut once more.

Hopefully Sklog wouldn't get antsy about her choice to disobey Nightscream, given the fact that they were both on the same faction, and she and Sklog not. However, she was not quite sure if Sklog would care of even notice if they weren't going up as far as originally planned.

[Assistant]
Per Nightscream's instruction, Turbulence came into the hallway once more and turned left at the only door this side of the corridor. It was pretty easy to find but that probably meant the facility itself was immense as hinted at by the array of windows preceding it. Before entering the room, Turbulence could not help but over hear Nightscream advising both Sklog and Prism not to access Sub-level 20 all because of something visually disturbing. The thought didn't sit too well with him but being as this was a Decepticon laboratory, the same thought didn't surprise him either.

Entering the facility, Turbulence could make out several operating tables and berths, most being aligned with the windows as if they were meant to be viewed from the outside. Nightscream lead him to a particular berth that almost appeared more of a torture slab with notable restraints, a console with a set of operating tools, and a mechanical arm of disconcerting appearance. If Turbulence could actually show his face hidden away behind his visor, it would be hard not to tell of his utter disapproval and questionable look. What was this place even for? He was quick to shoot down that question, wishing not to know of its purpose but Nightscream's eventual mention of the robotic limb over the berth never functioning properly had Turbulence in a predicament of quite know how to interpret that piece of detail.

"You don't say..." Turbulence declaimed, not hiding the censure in his voice.

Turbulence as first hesitated but complied soon after he decided to give the Decepticon Seeker the benefit of the doubt, believing her to be acting with good intentions as he laid back into the berth. However, that vaguely positive sentiment was still overshadowed with his skeptical distrust as he refused to be operated on without his own supervision, "Forgive me...But I would rather be online for this."

[User] "You don't want to listen to the medic's advice, fine by me." Nightscream shrugged, "Pay the price." she turned around and faced him, a soldering gun in one hand and an angle grinder in the other. Setting the tools on the berth, the seeker took measurements of Turbulence's weight and rotor, quickly calculating how much power the fixed engine would need to dish out at minimum. "Very least I can do for you is try to zap you with a null ray at minimum setting. You'll be numb for a while and then hurt all over but far less than if I just started digging in your guts." she offered for the last time.


[System]
Age: 26

Appearance:
One could recognize Suzy by her armpit-length black hair with dark brown-colored eyes and rather pale skin, complete with small nose and thin pair of lips. Her modeling manager would always request any journalist writing her profile to always add an adjective of being "doll-like", which was not wrong at all. Being a model, Suzy has her height somewhere higher than average among her kind. Of course, she needed to maintain her weight under the slim proportion and keep her fat percentage low to stay on her job. Her manager has ever suggested Suzy to make her physical "features" more "noticeable", but she has her personal decision to keep it "manageable".

Occupation: Fashion Model, Social Media Influencer, Health Product & Cosmetics Endorser, Cosplay Personality

Personality:
Suzy considers her body to be a work of art, maintained under a discipline craftmanship. Whenever she has her chance, Suzy will always take her time to do a light exercise. Even though she understands that there are secrets which must remain hidden, her friendly demeanor was never a faked one. Even though her job may need her to lie in order to keep some professional matters remain as it is, Suzy never lies about her personal feeling to those whom she considers as friends. She frequently uses her wordplays to get out of any suspicion against her.
Big Five:
-- Openness: Inventive-Cautious Middle-ground
-- Conscientiousness: Organized
-- Extraversion: Outgoing-Solitary Middle-ground
-- Agreeableness: Critical
-- Neuroticism: Confident
MBTI: ISTP

Biography:
Suzy Lawrence had only been famous since four years ago, early 2016 for exact. She was quite a media and internet phenomenon with her reach of followers growing exponentially in that four years period. Being rather discreet with her private information, people still quickly found her past origin: born in Singapore in 1994 and frequently moved around the Southeast Asia region during her childhood. Although Suzy professionally appeared in fashion magazines, both the modest ones and the more sensual pin-ups, people mostly knew her by her social media video posts promoting health and beauty lifestyles. Other than product endorsement, that included her exercise routines, yoga poses, and even belly dancing. She loved to flatter her lightly toned midriff so much in her videos.

Her Secret:
Being a model and social media personality are only her secondary job. Some people calls her using other name.

Other Important Information:
- A polyglot, fluent in 8 languages (Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, Japanese, English, French, German, Malay).
- Exceptional results in her aptitude and physical tests, can run faster than average person, also a great swimmer and gymnast.
- Well-versed in Bajiquan martial art.
- Got scandalized recently when a television persona made a negative remark about Suzy's indecency for her "excessive" showing of her belly button publicly in her exercise videos. She then publicly responded in a rather "cutely" manner for such comment.

Importance: Major character

[User] [mistakenly posted, suggest for deletion]

[Assistant]
"Mayday! Mayday! This is Yamada Airlines Flight 217! We have lost power and are swiftly losing altitude! If anyone can hear us, our coordinates are-!"

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For two and a half hours the flight had gone normally. No turbulence, no weather. A clear, beautiful day above the Pacific. Bored children misbehaving and some college kids caught trying to join the mile high club, but nothing drastic. It had been business as usual. Then...

A jolt rocked the airliner, accompanied by the smell of ozone and the sensation of static in the cabin. Outside the sky had become pitch black, punctuated by the occasional jagged crack of lightning. The "fasten seatbelt" signals flashed on as oxygen masks dropped for each passenger. A voice came over the loudspeakers, sounding as calm as possible despite the circumstances.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Please remain calm, fasten your seatbelts, and put your oxygen masks on. We are attempting to make an emergency landing."

A second, harder impact hit the plane, sending bags, trays, and cups flying. Children cried, their parents trying to calm them down. Prayers in different languages to different gods could be heard in the air.

And yet, through all of it, Yoshinaga felt a kind of serenity. Like she no longer had to worry anymore. No guilt, no worry, no nothing. Soon she'd be relieved of everything. She breathed slowly, taking her glasses off and slipping them into the case in her jacket before closing her eyes. Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. Seems I won't meet you at the airport after all.

She felt the plane tipping backwards before something struck her in the face. The last thought that went through her head was a semblance of thankfulness that she wouldn't feel anything when the plane went down.

---

When Yoshinaga came to, everything hurt. Bones, joints, muscles, everything, however nothing felt broken. Maybe a bruise or a sprain here or there, though. Well that means I didn't bite it in the crash, she thought. Koi opened her eyes... or, rather, eye. Her left eye refused to open, and a quick probing with her fingertips told her that it was swollen shut from whatever had hit her.

The next thing that Koi felt was the air: hot and sticky, like back in Guam, but magnified. The pilots must have managed to get land on an island or something. The odds of that happening seemed astronomically low, and yet, it had happened. Yoshinaga unbuckled herself and slowly stood up. The movement made her head throb.

Her throat was dry and scratchy but she did her best to make herself heard, speaking English as clearly as she could. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

[User]
Of all the things Suzy had never thought she had to prepare was this kind of situation. The emergency landing alarm was blaring and the oxygen masks were dropped. Announcements were made in English, Japanese, and Mandarin, repeating the same word of telling the passengers to put the life vest on, tighten their seatbelt, and cover their head low. Suzy did this quite quickly, the cries of panicking travelers inside the cabin did not affect her. She took her time to help the other passengers sitting beside her, even when Suzy was not sure both herself and the stranger she helped would survive the situation. Everyone in Suzy's reach were able to follow the protocol quickly as the pilot's speaker repeated the words that would make even any atheists to doubt their choice of not believing in higher power. "Brace... brace... brace...!"

Suzy did not know how it felt when the plane finally touched the ground. The tumbling and the stress knocked her unconscious. When Suzy eventually opened her eyes, people were already out of the cabin, or dead. The passengers by her side were not there anymore. The plane's remain was stable enough for Suzy to stand. She did not regret of choosing to wear her travel boots and more functional clothing instead of any fancier dress. Suzy had her jacket, shirt, trousers and belt with pouches on both sides. Even so, someone had taken her backpack; Suzy could not find it inside the cabin. Fortunately, she kept her compass and the necessary medical kit inside her belt pouches.

The first thing she needed to do was to check the pilot cabin; the radio could still be online and the pilot might still survive. While doing so, Suzy also looked beyond the window and tried to recognize where they had just landed. Were they on an island, or maybe somewhere in the continent? Were they on the shoreline, or deep inland?

1. Attempt to access cockpit
-- if successful:
---- attempt to use the radio, use an aspect of Suzy's secret to contact "someone she knew"
---- ask the pilot of any information he knew, if he survived
-- if failed:
---- determine the cockpit condition
2. Attempt to recognize where they crash landed (shoreline vs inland), GM decide the detail


[System]
Gender: Male
Age/Birthdate: 21 (DoB: August 21, 460)
Appearance/Description: A young man with pale sunbleached hair and dark eyes. He stands at 5'11 and has a lithe build, though considerable muscle definition in his arms due to both working on a farm and swinging a sword. Can usually be seen in a red tunic with a hardened leather vest over it. Wears tan pants and heavy boots. He has a sword.
Background/Personality Blurb: Neighbor to a small farm family living on the countryside. He joined a local militia about a year ago to help keep both his home and the nearby town safe from bandits. While as a child, he favored use of swords in play fights, he turned the 'skills' he'd learned into a career as a militiaman. In spite of his occupation and spending a lot of time training and, in his youth, play sword fighting, he's a rather passive individual unless his family is at stake.
Class: Mercenary

[User]
Felix continued to run, still trying his best to obfuscate his true objective. The only problem, though, was that he'd finally made it. He didn't have a choice but to stop now. It was time to start phase two. The young man looked at the guard who'd moved to block him. A smart move, if Felix had been planning to juke and get out of the way.

That was not his intent. Felix pushed further forward, turning his body to slam the guard with a shoulder tackle, attempting to strike him clean in the chest, high enough to knock the man wheezing, with any luck, taking him out so the young swordsman could face his two compatriots. Felix drew his sword as soon as he had a moment, turning about to face off with the other two. "Listen up! If you two bastards want to live, better to turn and run now! Go back to your families and forget about this fight!" He said, pointing the tip of his sword at the neck of the closer man.

[Assistant]
Emara continued to move, keeping slightly behind the boy as he caused all sorts of loud havoc. Her wait to do her part wasn't much longer, as he came up to a door that was heavily guarded and promptly got the attention of all three men. With a grin, the thief easily leaped down from the beam, landing in a crouch in front of the door. From a pouch at her lower back, she retrieved her tools. Taking out two lock picks, she stuck one in her teeth, and with the other, got to work.

Emara liked to make lock picking a little game. She would count the seconds in her head to see how quickly she could take care of them. A lock like this was easy, meant to keep someone in rather than out. It only took to the count of seven. The picks went back into her tool kit, and the kit was returned to her pouch. She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it most of the way as she went.

For the first time, she was met face to face with the pretty lady she had only seen from above. For a moment, the thief forgot what words were and simply stared, mouth open but no sound coming out. Remembering the task at hand, Emara quickly shook her head and found her voice. "No time to explain! I'm here with that commoner boy to get you out of here. Come with me, pretty lady!" Hints of red tinged Emara's cheeks and she very glad that her hood kept most of her face hidden in shadow.

[User]
Katherine gasped as she heard some odd noises from the door and it opened in front of her and someone slipped inside. The girl seemed awestruck as she looked at Kathy. Even though her face was hidden by a cowl, she could make out silver hair, and a bit of the light from her room showed the theif's face. She smiled at her, and spoke quietly, as the girl seemed to want stealth, "Well, hello....am I so breathtaking? It must be the dress...." the girl reminded her a bit of the bandit leader. She nodded to the girl that she'd follow, "You don't have to ask me twice, trust me. And you mean Felix? Is he here already? How did he know to come back?" she asked.

There was no way he had made it all the way to headquarters and then back here so someone must've caught him before he'd gone too far. It was safe to assume it was this girl's doing. But how did she know about Kathy's predicament?

[Assistant]
"You'd have to do better than that to not get skewered two sides up." The guard gripped onto his spear firmly as he carefully directed its point to Felix.

"The way I see it, you'll land a graze on poor ol' sod and you end up with your guts on this stick. Surrender. You're utterly outnumbered."

The commotion continued to gather attention. An elderly gentleman whom had quietly sidestepped the guards quickly made his way towards the room in which Kathy had been held imprisoned. He noticed that the door had been left opened and gently allowed it to open with a push of his palm. As soon as he caught sight of the two persons inside, he signalled them to hush and keep themselves down. "Do as I say; follow me. This is not the time yet for questions." He had hoped that Kathy would recognise his attire.

[User]
It looked like Katherine was agreeing to follow. That was good, at least she didn't have to waste time explaining things now. Emara could tell her how she found out when they were all safe. For the moment she needed to focus on how she was getting Katherine out of here. She was pretty sure Katherine couldn't take the thieves' route. There wasn't much cover in these halls otherwise. If they were spotted, it was going to be a fight. Emara really hoped it didn't come to that.

Emara's well trained ears picked up the sound of the door behind her opening. Immediately she turned around, putting herself between the pretty lady and the door. She slid her dagger soundlessly out of it's well oiled sheath. Though her eyes couldn't really be seen because of the hood, she narrowed them anyway. His words were hollow, there was no way that he was with them. The commoner boy, Felix, hadn't mentioned any other allies. This man wasn't with them, he was going to kill them. Well, at least Emara.

The thief started assessing the threat, scanning him for any visible weaknesses or gaps in his armor. It was something she had become very good at, she had to be. She fought fully armored men with daggers, any edge she could get was helpful. The weakness was easy to find, the man only had one arm. But not in the way that most people would think. She had known people missing arms growing up with a group of bandits. When they sparred the other men under her father, they grew used to people attacking their weak side. They got very good at defending it. This man would find himself very surprised when the small, dagger wielding, intruder went for his good side.

[Assistant]
Felix took a bare moment to notice the soldier wearing the house crest talking to them. He had to make a gut decision. He couldn't spend too much time on the cannon fodder, as it were. That said, the moment of hesitation did not do well for the young man. He flipped up his sword to parry the blow, but too slow. He managed to avoid a direct hit, but the tip of the lance shaved through the slightly more ceremonial armor that he'd changed into earlier in the day, leaving a rather deep gash across his side. Were it any higher, it would likely have hit his diaphragm, leaving him unable to breathe, any deeper, would have likely given an unwelcome freedom to his entrails.

"Tch... Whatever..." Felix winced, taking what he could out of it. He moved into the blow, not allowing the soldier to recover. Were it a bandit, he wouldn't see much issue with taking the man's head off. Instead, he swung up the flat of his sword, hammering the side of the guard's head. 'Sorry, guy, but play time's over, he thought, spinning about and hoping the older guard wouldn't attempt to take him out from behind. "Outnumbered? Don't make me laugh. Now then, I'll say again, run or see yourself dead like your friend here's about to be." He said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible, pointing his scabbard at the downed man's neck, his blade at the still standing soldier. "I can take these exchanged a lot better than you lot, who've been living in here with thumbs up yer arses. I've been fighting for years. You've been sitting in this palace. You're older, but who do you think has the edge of experience?"

[User]
The vigorous blow from Felix's flat-edge sword blow was enough to sent the guard down onto the floor with a concussion. The guard twirled, the moonlight glistening around his eyes as he sees his fragile consciousness slowly slipping into a deep abyss and his body, a limp and awkwardly sprawled puppet laid bare onto the floor with a tin-like clanging.

The other guard-- shocked to have seen the boy's martial prowess locked his hands tightly onto his spear and allowed a charging cry as he drove the tip forward. "RRAAAARRRGGHHH!"

The elderly man inside of the building could hear the scream of the soldier beside the room. He gestured the two persons inside to hurry.

[Assistant]
Katherine raised an eyebrow as yet another person slinked into her room, she noticed his arm, but thought it more polite to ignore it as best she could, "Party in here, huh? ....Wait, don't I know you? You were one of the guards at the feast with Stefan, right?"

She saw Emara unshealth her daggers. Katherine caught her arm as she tried to attack the older man's side."Let's not be hasty now. If he wanted to harm us he would have while your back was turned... Although, that does raise the quesiton of why would you help me? But you can answer that when we're out of here. I would honestly follow anybody if they took me out of here. Haha..." she said quietly. Kathy tried to look past the man out the door, "Felix is out there, isn't he? Is he alright? I thought I heard his voice. We're going to take him too, right?" It was clear she was worried about him.

[User]
Emara growled when Katherine stopped her from attacking. The pretty lady was way too trusting of people. Emara herself had come to her with the name of an ally, explaining the situation, enough trust to get free was okay there. But this old guy had just shown up with no explaination whatsoever, and expected them to follow. "If he wanted to attack, he'd wait until our guards were down. The second we step out that door, I'm dead and you're in a lot worse shape than you are right now. You just said that he wears the uniform of the guards here."

Emara couldn't see a good way out. If she had been alone, it would have been easy. But with another person who didn't have the same skills as her, it was going to be hard. Especially with this untrustable guy blocking one way out. "You can follow him if you really don't care that much for your life, but I won't." Emara stubbornly and childishly crossed her arms, still clutching her daggers as she did. She didn't survive this long by trusting complete strangers.

[Assistant]
"Tch..." Felix made another awkward parry, but it was clear he was still at a disadvantage. But, he saw that they'd finally liberated Katherine, and with that, a healer. Probably for the best, since he'd done quite a bit more damage to the previous man than he had expected. The spear once again grazed Felix, smacking on the same wound from before. "Dammit... That really stings..." He mumbled as he turned on his feet so he was at the guard's back. "Sorry about this," he said, driving his sword into the older man's side, full force, moving up from just above the hip. It would be a gnarly wound for sure, but not one that would be lethal if treated quickly.

That being said...

Felix quickly turned, seeing the one armed man. He didn't seem to be threatening at the moment. Better to sort these things out when they were free. For now, he pulled out a wrapped parcel containing a spare tome and staff and tossed them to Katherine. "Those guys aren't doing too hot... I say we get them stable and then get the heck out of dodge."

[User]
Katherine rose from the dead quickly went about healing the injured guards, "Sorry, I can't heal you fully, but we need to go. In exchange for saving your lives, I request that you don't follow us." she said quickly before following closely behind Felix and healing him as well.

"I guess it's just you and me, Felix. Although, I'd imagine Stefan isn't too far off now with more men." she said with a shiver as she ran beside him, "Do you know how to get out of here?" Kathy asked, looking at him out of her peripherals.

[Assistant]
"I've got an idea, but..." Felix started, but he stopped just as quickly. "Get down, now!" He shouted, raising his sword and moving for Katherine. As he moved, the one armed guard dropped to the ground, an arrow sticking out of his back.

"Paid as a traitor deserved. Commoners like this could never stand before a proper weapon such as this," came a familiar voice as Emara suddenly buckled backward as well, a fletched shaft jutting out from her chest, her clothing and armor slowly staining red from the spot.

"Dammit!" Felix shouted, swinging his sword and deflecting an arrow launched at him.

"Peasant... How dare you try and steal my prize!" Stefan shouted from down the hall.

[User]
She dropped low as Felix told her to, although it didn't seem like an arrows were purposely being aimed at her. He probably wanted her alive and unharmed if possible. Maybe? "Speak of the devil...." Katherine wanted nothing more than to bash Stefan's face in, but she would've much rather just get out of here.

Now she could blast him with a spell, but she doubted she had the power to take him down with one. And then she or Felix would probably take an arrow. No, that wouldn't do. They both needed to get closer. Then again, as far as he was, they could probably just run and wait for a better opportunity. She looked around for some cover or somewhere to go, spotting a hallway running perpendicular to this one behind them. Katherine grabbed Felix's hand and ran for it. "He's too far!" she said as she ran, "Let's just get out of here, we can deal with him later if we have to!"

[Assistant] "Right with you there..." Felix said. He turned, an arrow grazing his face as they got around the corner. "Tch... Yeah, if we had the time, we could fight him... BUt I have a feeling we won't exactly look like the good guys if we do..." He groaned, wiping the blood from his cheek. "Okay... This way..." He said, taking the lead. "It looks like we aren't being followed... Maybe the guards are slowing him down as thanks for us not... Killing them?"


[System]
Age: 15
Allegiance: Chaos
Personality:
Dovverick often tries to be very often putting in some manner or another to those whom he first encounters. Trying to keep them away with some rather rude remark or sign of aggression and maybe even cruelty if Dovverick can attempt to stomach it. Unless there is something he particularly wants or needs for the person but even them sarcasm is often to slip through. Despite this there is a want to be surrounded with or be around social groups almost and empowerment in it that Dovverick rather pushes away from as to not attach to these people. It seems more like a basic urge to want to grow into larger social groups and perhaps even find a leader of some sort. Dovverick also tends to worry perhaps overly so when it comes to an injured person that may be considered rather close to them. Often overreacting in some manner or another and of course trying to help them as quickly as possible. There is another minor quirk of his rarely surface. Dovverick may try and search for a deeper meaning or interpretation of things to perhaps see a different view or method or how it can be applied though this doesn't necessarily mean he's successful, just occasionally ponders over such.
Species: Beastfolk Hyena
Immortal Type: Geomantic
City of Origin: Lemuria
Magic Source: Ambient
Magic Type: Mysticism
Spells: Sphere of Magic: Earth Focused
Barrier of Earth- Creates a barrier made out of earth
Delay death- Slows down the effects of dying
Move through Earth- Moving through earth such as disappearing into it and going to an underground cavern, or going into the side a plateu and ending up toward the top some time later having moved through the earth
Earth Spike-Causes a spike of earth to rise up from the ground suddenly
Healing
Sense & Read
Ley Line: Travel
Main Skills: Sewing, Scribing,
Secondary Skills: Monetary dealings
Equipment: knap sack,sewing kit, bandages, scrolls, ink bottle, scroll of pedigree being marked as Mahtab's son and wooden bead necklace
Backstory:
Doverick was born in a way or rather created from messing with the genetics and structure of hyenas. He was rather genetically engineered from a batch of a dozen other very young hyena beastfolk at the time on Noble's Island. Make no mistake that place was not his home or physically born there as he was recreated. Soon afterward those that had recreated Doverick to their liking began running simple tests. The first few tests were those of intelligence and sentience even such as sorting objects in particular manners from color to size, solving certain puzzles to later on adapting language and conversing. It seemed Doverick was a success in that category and received very little punishments which were given to those who failed the mental tests. The next were the physical tests such as being able to walk upon two legs, lifting objects and even trying to use the other senses such as smell and hearing to be quite acute. It was hear that Doverick's skills were rather lacking beyond that of being able to stand and walk about (which was still rather a difficult accomplishment and often his legs wobbled). For such he was punished even more severely and was planned to undertake 'harsher' experimentation to achieve a better physical prowess.
Luck for Doverick a Mystic Witch named Mahtab had rather took interest in hum. Instead convincing those that were running the experiments to give Doverick over in exchange for payment and claiming to share information on Doverick's increasing intelligence in her care and teaching. They reluctantly agreed and released Doverick to Mahtab. She soon named him what he is today and returned to a home in Lemuria. Upon reaching home Mahtab rather began raising Doverick and teaching him basic commands and things to help with around the home and other small tasks. Some of these were rather hard to follow at first which is why Doverick's language skill needed to be worked upon. He was to practice reading, writing and speaking constantly often through the small tasks given such as scribing down whatever Mahtab asked, reading various letters to her and so on and so forth. Some of the other tasks he recalls and was rather rapidly improving at was sewing back together pieces of cloth that had been torn on Mahtab's days out of the house, and keep track of some of the finances as he grew older. Along the way he would often try and practice to achieve some of Mahtab's feats, most of which were seeming to heal impossible injuries seemingly by willing it to occur.
Around the age of twelve or so was when things had started heading downhill. Mahtab was dying from a large blade wound through her stomach and was not able to focus on healing it through the pain. Doverick was at first sent into a panic a question whom had done this but Mahtab refused to answer that question. It had rather been one hired from those who had created Doverick years ago, for not sharing the experiments and progress of Doverick and not following through with some crueler requests sent over by letter which were burned long before Doverrick could even read them. Doverrick was rather crazy for a time trying what he could to heal her and paying those who were healers to help try and help as well but driving the both of them into poverty. The healers had rather effectively extended Mahtab's life for a couple of years but only had slowed it. Doverrick had oddly been successful in delaying Mahtab's death in his own effort for days having not slept at all and nearly draining upon power that he had not known was available to him. Doverrick even tried tapping into the power of the earth itself to heal her and the wound was sealed but disease and infection had long been decaying Mahtab from the inside. Mahtab's last words were: "Goodnight my sweet, Diathus. Death will only take me for a time."
Doverrick had failed her. There was, perhaps another chance however. A slight hope to perhaps try and bring her back from beyond death. Defying the laws of life and death to bring someone back into the current plain of existence as they were by his will and perhaps chaos as well. That is what he searches for.
Appearance: looking texture from a lack of proper grooming for a long amount of time. His main fur coat color is a beaver brown, his under belly a desert sand brown and the various spots of his fur being a chocolate brown. His muzzle rather short and only seeming a few inches or so that seems to match up with his small and charcoal gray eyes that always looking tired. Some of his front teeth come down in a small overbite. The teeth seeming sharper than they actually are.
 Dovverick has a rather slim and somewhat curvy body shape. Most of his body seems rather pole or straight down like except for around the waistline in which it curls outward. The pole shape might be further enforced by his height, standing around 5'11" or so. Dovverick's legs appear to have some more meat to them than the rest of him. As for clothing he mostly adorns a long black skirt made out of linen and goes down to Doverick's paws or feet and another piece of clothing that covers his chest but not his abdomen and appears rather 'vest' like in appearance. Both pieces of clothing have small cuts here and there but are otherwise fine. Dovverick tends to prefer loose and comfortable clothing with some style or soft fabric with it.

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Jarek

As Jarek continued to progress up the mountain path with increasing speed, his attention was soon taken by the scene of a ruined village. He had traveled far since leaving home, but never had he seen such destruction. He could only guess what had the power to do something like this, but maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe it was an accident, or some sort of natural disaster. These thoughts did little to convince him, but it helped ease his fears a little. Part of him wanted to explore the village, learn of its secrets and wonders, but he had a mission, a quest that he had promised himself not to abandon until he had seen it through.

He let out a small sigh before turning back to the path and continuing his journey. As he did so, he noticed a traveler up ahead, staring at him. It was only for a brief second, more of a glance than a stare, but he was certainly looking at him. Who would be travelling this road, though? What sort of person in their right minds would be journeying to see some infamous mage whose tower was resting on a ley line? Then Jarek looked a little closer. The being above him seemed more a creature than an actual person. He had fur, and pointed ears, like a dog almost. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he had heard of people doing experiments to create beast folk, be it out of research or to create unquestioningly loyal servants. Maybe this was one of those, or maybe he was just some race that Jarek had never set eyes on. He had lived a rather sheltered life up until this point.

The being ahead cast one more glance back at him before quickly running up ahead. If Jarek didn't have his suspicions before, now he was almost certain that the beast had ill intent. Afterall, it was on a road never traveled by anybody meaning to bring any good to the land, or at least, that's what the rumor told him about the path. Slowly, Jarek blended into the scenery by the side of the road, watching ahead for any other people, hoping to be able to see them without them seeing him. Maybe it was just one too many days travelling alone, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the creature he had seen would play a major part in his confrontation with the mage.

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Nemaya looked up quickly at the sound of the voice, so caught up in the banter with Rushan that neither had noticed the intrusion. With all said and done the individual did not seem hostile. Although it would not be the first time she'd been caught unawares. Tilting her head to one side studied the male. It was one of the beast-folk and looking at the markings it resembled some kind of cat-like animal.

Biology was not quite her strong suit.

Her talents lay elsewhere and she could not help reminisce about when Rushan had tried to teach her magic. That had been the beginning of a long friendship – granted he'd been younger then. Not that she had been a good pupil and could in fact she could remember his grousing even now – lime it was yesterday, at how bad she had been.

In fact he'd flat out said that she had zero talent for any type of magery, even cantrips were beyond her. She'd been damn good at hitting things, really, really hard. That was her talent. Beating the ever-living out of people that displeased her, and there had been quite a few of those.

Not that she wantonly killed – only those truly deserving, and there had been far too many of those she thought ashamedly. As she stared back at the beast man, it was clear that Rushan was somewhat rapt for some reason. He was not a saint by any stretch of the imagination – neither was she, and it was clearly this that he missed the surge of telluric energy pulling her in. Such was the power she heard his screams first, before being covered in gore and viscera. Her head snapped around only to see his lifeless eyes – it was then she took in the surroundings.

It was some kind of green tunnel, the dimensions were truly cyclopean. There was neither end nor origin, neither front nor behind. Almost as if some giant green worm had surfaced and swallowed her whole. At a guess even a thousand of her hand-to-hand would not even reach the other side. Bathed in the glow, was unable to impede her movement, in any way. It felt fast. But without any means of comparison or of measuring it, she had no way of knowing.

Almost feels better that way.

It almost felt like the explorer in her was trying to take charge again. She hated when that happened! Not that there was anything she could do about it. The tunnel wound left, and then right like an undulating snake and could not help but shiver at the analogy. Her internal clock easily guessed that about ten minutes had passed and still her journey continued – Rushan had drifted too far away and was long dead – poor bastard! Whatever had killed him would pay dearly!

The tunnel narrowed surreptitiously and before she could even act deposited her in a hallway that for all intents reminded her of a castle's. Rubbing her sore derriere she stood adroitly not even bothering to wipe off the remains of Rushan - her training kicking into overdrive. It was then there was time to survey the surroundings. The brickwork tunnel carried on both front and behind as far as the eye could see, and was fairly sure that it went a good deal beyond even that. The ceiling was over twenty feet in height from which hung circular objects with some kind of luminescent item inside.

Both sides of the walls had little crevices within which were candles – unable to resist watching noticed rather quickly that none of them seemed to burn down. Clearly designed to burn forever, in such situations it was hard to work out if it was magic, some kind of mystech or really advanced technology. On both sides about every twenty or so feet was a glowing portal leading to somewhere else. In the distance there was even one on the ceiling and the floor.

By the Lords of Order this was bizarre!

Having travelled to other worlds before and experiencing the multiverse had been quite a thrill, once. Once the feeling of never getting home had quickly bought an edge of fear, and the chance that she would be stranded another element of loneliness and despair. Luckily, and somehow she'd run into Rushan and before he'd even offered to take her home had proceeded to admonish her like some two year old.

Just where in the hell was she?

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Doverrick simply stood there for a few moments or two. It seemed he had surprised the two or at least the one he was assuming was female. It seemed he was rather being studied and stared at for a little while which in itself was uncomforting. The feeling of being stared at like so and studied about made the hyena or gnoll of sorts, uncomfortable with the current situation. The information that could be worked out from them may, however be invaluable so Doverrick simply maintain a wide and pleasant grin across his face to not appear menacing and more of a friendly sort.

It seemed then or soon afterward that the girl and the other had disappeared into the ley line and likely went elsewhere. Which seemed rather rude to Doverrick at the time being as he was ignored or avoided all together. Since the two were gone and disappeared into the ley line and likely would not hear him at the time being, he swore under his breath. More or less coming up with a minor profane name for the two. Unsure of whether or not he should pursue the two was being questioned in the next few seconds.

If he left and went after the two, who knew what might be met on the other side? The two might be too afraid to even think clearly and answer him or they may even try to attack Doverrick simply out of fear. There was the other traveler to worry about as well. The hyena glanced over his shoulder back in the general direction of the traveler that was walking along the path. The chill of the cold began to set in somewhat.


[System]
Nationality: Purebred Italian

Age: 10

Favourite food: Cheese of all sorts

Hobbies: Collecting action figures, drawing, feeding stray cats, arguing

Likes:

* Cats
* Food
* Exploring
* Practical jokes
* Snow

Dislikes:

* The English language
* Snakes
* Going to bed early
* The dark
* Heights
* Reading

Minor special ability: Weak ice powers that he can't control very well yet.

One paragraph biography: Cicero and his family are from the elegant city of Florence, Italy. Naturally they were quite well off, his father working as the head of a company while his mother was a freelance artist. After his mother died of a sudden stroke, her husband, Cicero's father, sent his three children into foster care and attempted suicide. He's currently being held in the local mental institute. Meanwhile, Cicero was separated from his older brothers and adopted by a couple who moved with him to Chicago, Illinois. Let it suffice to say that Chicago is nothing like Florence, and Cicero despised every inch of the city and its English speaking inhabitants. He always had a hard time learning languages. Back in Florence his mother tried to teach them all French and German, but Cicero never mastered either language, preferring his native Italian. Thinking he was going to smuggle himself back to Italy by plane, Cicero ran away from his adoptive family and wound up on the wrong plane and lost in some foreign country. Good thing this old mansion was lying around, because he's out of money for plane tickets and has nowhere to go...

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A little boy of no more than 9 or 10 years old stumbled up to the massive estate. His light blond hair was a disaster, sticking out every which way and appearing to not have been washed very recently at all. His green hoodie and brown shorts were dusted with dirt, as if he'd been wandering around the woods for the last day or two... which is exactly what had happened. That, among other things.

Quando tornerò a Firenze, non sono mai riprendendo un aereo. The boy thought, staggering his way up the dirt road. He felt extremely dizzy and exhausted, probably because he hadn't had any water in about 30 hours. On top of that he was hungry, exhausted and ready to just curl up and die. He was never getting back to Florence. He'd never see his father or brothers again. Smettila. Il pessimismo è inutile. He scolded himself mentally. If he just died right here, he'd ensure his eternal separation from what remained of his family. Besides, that mansion up ahead looked highly promising....

The little blond finally made made his way up to the huge front doors of the mansion. A couple of women had already gathered on the front step, their vehicles parked in the drive. The small boy kept his distance, looking up at them and the highly impressive building from the bottom of the steps. It just so happened that he was mostly just trying not to pass out at this point.

[Assistant] Aaren stood by the door of the manor, poring over his collection of horror movies. He counted 21. Good. God help him if this place didn't have a TV. There would be hell to pay. He carefully placed them back in his bag and brushed some dirt off of his Grateful Dead T-shirt. He started muttering to himself. "Do I go in? Or should I stay out, and just wait for some nutjob to welcome me?" He looked around, hoping to find someone who could be of assistance. "Not even any help getting in?" He struggled to carry his bags, gingerly making sure that the bag with his console and DVD player in it wasn't going to fall. "Um, can anyone help me?"

[User] James calmly approached the manner, making a motion for a bird that was sitting on his shoulder to fly away as he did so, though he stopped as he noticed the guy that was struggling with his bags. He couldn't help but frown slightly as he realized that some of those heavier bags probably contained certain modern things like electronics, but he still walked over to him. Might as well be nice to someone else that's staying here. "You look like you could use assistance with those," he said.

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Madam Mitzuki came down the hall on the second floor and slowly walked down the stairs. Her masterfully sewn Kimono graced each step as you descended almost giving it the appearance that she was floating.

"Welcome to the manor, my friends!" She said with a warm smile. She walked up to each of her new tenants and handed them a card with directions to their room and an old silver key. To each person you handed a card to she gazed into their eyes for a moment, almost to say she knew them deeply and understood them. "If you would please, help yourselves to any of the food and beverages available in the dining hall." She pointed to the door to everyone's right. "Your bags will be brought to your room if you leave them here. I should like to warn you, electronics often do not work in this home. Please roam the grounds, this is your home too now, no room is off limits."

She stood before them all, "breakfast is served between 7 and 9, lunch from 11-1 and dinner precisely at 7. The dining hall door will be locked if you are late."

She gave a small smile, turned and left the room.

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Aaren smiled. "Thanks, but that issue has been resolved, I suppose." He looked around. Alright, find the one who looks like a challenge. He spotted a girl who vaguely reminded him of a corpse. He walked over and smiled. "Electronics thing sucks, huh? I'll be trying my best to be able to watch my horror movies though. My name's Jack. Maybe you could come to watch some with me? When I get it to work, that is. So, what do you say?" He said, a hint of hopefulness in his voice.
@Rusalka

[Assistant]
@arowne97@Oliver@DriveEMOut@Silverlight138

Claudia & Evelyn

The woman stood for a moment quietly observing the other arrivals while leaning against the hood of her red sports car. So many interesting people, and there was even a small boy among them. How quaint, she thought. The poor thing, looked like he hadn't eaten in days, or had a bath for that matter.

She glanced over next at the two fine young men helping one another with their luggage, quite expensive luggage, as it was nothing but a bunch of high end electronics, games and movies it seemed. Ah, people and their obsessions with technology these days. The woman considered herself lucky not to be sucked into such an idiotic culture. Besides, she had better ideas for entertainment.

Such an adorable cutie her languid eyes beheld beneath her shades. A peculiar girl with hair white as fresh fallen snow, a pixie-like persona she perceived of the youth. How precious. Claudia couldn't wait to get her hands on that one. Why the lustful thoughts were making her face redder than the dreadful summer heat.

And lastly...there was her.

Don't get her wrong. Claudia thought all women deserved love, but this...creature however, she turned her nose up at. First, she already detested of that awful, horrendous music blaring loud and obnoxiously from her headphones, if you could call it that. And second, just what in Hecate's name was she wearing?! She just had no taste in fashion at all.

Claudia stared at the strange girl from beyond her shades, a condescending gaze of her blue eyes narrowing.

The girl must've caught on she was being watched, because she whirled around shooting Claudia a nasty look.

If looks could kill, Claudia would have been murdered over seven times seventy.

~"Hmph!"~ She turned her nose up at the girl and strolled on into the mansion following the others. She happened to notice out of the corner of her eye the girl...giving her quite the rude finger gesture.

Huffing, she waited, arms crossed, toes impatiently tapping.

Finally the Lady of the manor descended the stairs gracefully after a moment or so. Lo and behold, Claudia nearly fainted upon sering her, swooning on the inside with a pleasant smile curling her lips. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman Claudia had ever beheld. Her face, it was burning hot, even as the lovely maiden handed her her room key with a lingering stare. Claudia guessed she liked what she saw.

~"Thank you, my dear. Your home is quite lovely."~

When the dark haired girl got her room key, she merely shrugged shoving it in her pocket. Claudia glared at her. How rude!

She was disappointed to see Miss Mitzuki leave, but...she did love watching her lovely hips swaying as she walked away. She'd have to get to know their lovely caretaker later on.

As soon as Mitzuki left, Claudia cleared her throat, hoping to gain everyone's attention, ~"Well now, since we'll all be staying here, I believe introductions are in order. I'll go first."~

"Who the fuck asked you?" The dark haired girl muttered.

Claudia shot her a glare and resumed, blushing slightly, ~"Anywho... I am Miss Claudia Lucille Amelie DeFeren. Tis a very long name, yes, so please by all means, call me Claudia. It's a pleasure to meet all of you, sweeties."~ She gave her warmest of smiles to all.

"Claudia Lucille...what? Damn, feel sorry for whoever had to write that birth certificate!" Once again the little goblin interrupted her snickering.

Claudia stared at her venomously, muttering, ~"And who might you be, my little cupcake?"~

"Evelyn....cupcake." Evelyn retorted with equal, if not more sarcasm than the woman.

Claudia sighed shaking her head. A mental note to steer clear of this one.

Evelyn went back to listening to her music, but slipped her phones off again when some guy came up to her, asking if she wanted to watch horror movies. She grinned, her red eyes glowing eager, "Got any good Asian horror?" She replied. Been a while since she watched Ringu or Juon.

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The youngest of the group only entered the mansion once the others had. It wasn't like him to be this shy; usually he was a loud and argumentative boy with a lot of odd and strongly-held opinions....

The woman who answered the door spoke only in English. Great. He'd wound up in an English speaking country yet again. He only understood about three-quarters of what she was saying. She invited them inside, then she sasid something about what the food schedule was, something about bags (the kid had none), and something about the limits of the rooms. He was about to ask for some clarification, but the woman just turned around and left.

The little boy growled in frustration, stumbling up the front steps as if he were having trouble keeping his balance. He walked through the doors and only seconds later the whole foyer started to spin with nauseating dizziness. No. No, no no. He thought in a panic, holding his head in his hands as if that would help the spinning sensation and the incessant ringing in his ears. He was going to pass out if he didn't stop himself from doing so, but there wasn't much to be done about it. The ten year old struggled to stay on his feet, holding onto the banister of the stairs to keep himself balanced.

[Assistant] Aaren's grin became even wider. "Wouldn't be a fanatic without it." He said, his obsidian ear piercing glinting in the sun. His red hair was cropped short everywhere but the bangs. His canines were practically filed to a point. "So, Evelyn, shall we go in?" He said, his eyes hovering over her, then almost immediately flicked back to her eyes. He leaned in close. "I think that woman's a whore, by the way. I can practically smell it."

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(LOL)

Good thing she hadn't started on those stairs when the Lady of the Manor arrived (all so suddenly, she might add), in a flourish of graceful steps that rippled the surface of her kimono.

At her appearance, Reiko's ethereal friend was strangely silent.

What's the matter?

There was no response. Reiko V2.0 merely stared at the Lady of the Manor with a cocked head, lips pursed, finger propped beneath her chin. When Madam Mitsuki started handing out the cards, there was a whoosh and a sizzle - Reiko V2.0 disappeared.

Well, that was odd. But no matter, she was long used to her ghostly companion's temperamental behaviour. Reiko V2.0 came and went as she liked, and she had a feeling that Madam Mitsuki would be no different. With a polite smile that reached all the way to her eyes, concealing the feverish excitement and cheeky thoughts that bubbled just below the surface, Reiko received her card and made a brief curtsy to their host, before turning her attention to the guests.

What a. . . glorious collection of people. Some interactions had went underway, but not all of them pleasant, she observed.

Ooooh, they are speciaaaal. All of them, I think, Reiko V2.0 whispered suddenly in her ear.

She swatted at her apparition with an annoyed hand, as though it was a pesky, persistent fly. Oops, she hoped no one saw that.

I don't appreciate you startling me like that.

More importantly, I think kiddo there could use some help. Reiko V2.0 giggled, stuck her tongue out cheekily and dissipated.

"Woah there." Reiko grabbed the boy by the arm and hauled him up before his head could make an unceremonious greeting with the floor.

To everyone else present, Reiko offered them a coy smile. "Shall we all move to the dining hall? I suppose Miss Claudia and myself would like to get acquainted with everyone." She winked at her. "Besides, free food is best food, and this kid here could use some."

[Assistant]
The next thing the boy registered was that he was being held upright by someone. Even looking up at the person, he couldn't tell which one of them it was. The room was blurred and spinning in nauseating loops. He couldn't actually see anything of the room or the people in it. Apparently this was what happened to a person when they went almost two full days without water or food.

Fanculo... Thought the little blonde, a word that translated as similar to the English "F bomb". He was still conscious, but felt like he'd black out at any moment. If he had anything in his stomach he probably would have thrown up by now just because of the dizziness. He did his best to steady himself, wanting to tell whoever was holding him up that they could leave, but his throat felt bone dry.

Despite feeling terrible, the boy was mostly preoccupied by trying to figure out what had been handed to him. There was no way he could read the card in his condition, so he just felt around the small metal object, eventually deciding it was most likely a key... probably to his own room. He was surprised that they'd all been invited to stay. Whoever the woman was, her generosity was almost suspicious.