[System]
Student CS:
Age: 18
Element: Water
Appearance: For someone who is supposedly 18, Rinna is tiny. Barely reaching five feet tall, it is only her other features confirm that she is not secretly a middle schooler. A curvy girl, with black hair long enough to reach her waistline, she also boasts lightly tanned olive skin. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green, so bright that people have checked to see if she wears colored contacts on multiple occasions. A button shaped nose and square jawline makes her eyes the most striking feature of an otherwise average girl. She prefers to wear tank tops, cargo pants and sneakers, usually in dark colors. She has been known to dress to the nines for special occasions though. And those who look closely can see the beginning of a large scar peeking out from the straps of her tanktop, right next to the left side of her spine.
Personality: Rinna is a very independent, headstrong girl. She hates having to rely on others for anything. She's not overly chatty, but neither is she a brick wall when it comes to conversation. She does consider her words before she speaks them, but some serious snark can slip out of her unbidden on occasion. Being an only child, she is quite comfortable with being on her own, but has no problem being in the thick of the group either. Like most of the Kasai family, she has a magnetic sort of charm to her, that lends itself well to leadership. She also shows a familiar streak of mischief as well.
That's not to say she doesn't have her flaws. Rinna has a knack for getting herself into trouble, specifically of the "I told you not to do that" variety. She's also reckless, trying things that others would describe as dangerous without so much as a second thought. Most of this behavior though, stems from the fear that she will not live up to her family name, that holds so much history in this valley.
History: Long ago, the Kasai family was very prolific inside the valley, but over time, their power died out, and every living member of the clan moved away, wishing to give their space to those who would actually need it. Rinna is the first Kasai to set foot on these grounds in generations, and it as if every inch of the valley calls out to her.
She is also the last of her line. A year ago, Rinna was in a car accident that killed both of her parents, and left her with a very large scar running down her back, along the entire length of her spine. Modern doctors are still baffled on how she managed to survive, and the police report of the incident mentions briefly that the entire back of the car was soaking wet, though only a single empty water bottle was found in the vehicle. She spent the remainder of the year in rehab, to ensure that an injury so close to her spine had not impaired her motor skills in any way.
On her last day in rehab, a letter appeared for her at the front desk, a message claiming to be penned by an old family friend. It claimed her survival was no accident, or miracle, but a resurgence of the latent power of her family. He also mentioned a school where she could learn to control that power, just as her ancestors had. Before then, she had considered the stories of her ancestors to be nothing more than fairy tales, but it was clear that something outside of her normal experience had saved her. So she headed home, packed up her backpack, gave the keys of her home to her neighbor, (asking nicely if they would water the plants for her) and took off on her motorcycle.
Equipment: Rinna doesn't keep much on her person aside from her wallet, motorcycle keys and a tube of dark red lipstick. But one very important item has been added to her person just recently. A very old, well cared for leather belt harness and dual sheaths for two equally old blade tonfa, that will no doubt be familiar to some members of the staff. There is a third sheath along the back, that remains empty, the blade that once belonged there lost to her family in ages past.

[User]
Zephyr Heidrich

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Zephyr kept a blank expression in response to the student's disarray. The Darkness user wasn't heavily versed in pacifying people, so all he could do was abstain from talking as his senior began to fire questions into the air. The guy was surprisingly talkative for a person who just survived detrimental wounds and had experienced pain of the utmost intensity. The student breathed at a sporadic rhythm, a sign that he was honestly confused by the whole situation. Zephyr finally opened his mouth and allowed his answers to flow forth, "Zephyr Heidrich. First year." He curtly introduced himself. He was still interested in who these two students were, and why they had brawled in the forest.

The student's eyes burned with a temper colored similarly to his hair. Although he didn't lucidly show it, Zephyr proceeded in a careful fashion, in hopes of not finding himself on an emotional landmine. "That man healed you and incapacitated your classmate. He's currently preoccupied with tending to the land… I think we should head back." Zephyr gave himself a metaphorical pat on the back for being able to articulate such a long sentence to who was essentially a stranger. Right now, the only tie between them was the fact that they were both students of the academy. When the mind is flummoxed, it is in a state of disorder and is prone to overreacting. Though Zephyr was sure his senior wouldn't even conjure up anything remotely close to what he imagined in his current state.

Zephyr made his way over to the heavier student and dropped to a knee to look over him. He soon delved into analyzation, specifically noting how clean the cuts were and that they were already healing. "Correction. "Muscley", rather than Fatty." He spoke with a quick glance back to the redhead, then returned his attention to the . The boy pondered over whether they would be able to take him back to the academy by their endurance alone. Surely the blond would heal after time, but it didn't feel right to leave him in this state. "Shall we help him back?" He queried in his monotonous voice.
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[Assistant]
Emi

"Huh..."

Emi gazed at Luke for a moment as she turned noticeably redder, smoke puffed out of her ears as she reached maximum redness. Emi verted her eyes back to the book again as she rubbed the back of her head and giggled. She shouldn't take it serious it was just a small joke. Although it was hard to deny she was definitely moved by it. Emi quietly scribbled further as Luke tried asking her a question. She was still taken away by his comment from just now and hadn't noted that he actually asked her a question. When Brunhilde and her eyes met however she was completely calm. It was a smile of confidence that Brunhilde gave her, it raised her moral a huge ton.

Emi happily sat down on her knees as she laid the book down in front of her, she was eager to learn and looked quite ready for it. A shadow approached her, she could feel it. Like a huge bullet. She turned her head towards her right as time almost seemed to slow down. Pieces of grass flew past her eyes. Water started forming next to her in front of her. Her mouth instinctively turned open as the scene went on. Water splashed onto her and around the area as she heavy chain of Vallen his weapon hit Luke his water made shield. Fast... Luke was flung backwards along the grass as the chain hit the ground in front of her. Was he gonna hit her too? She wasn't able to block like Luke so that would be trouble. As she looked back at the front of her her eyes widened. Pages were flying around in front of her eyes. An empty look filled her eyes. These were coming from the book. She put both her hand in shock in front of her mouth as the chain ripped the book to pieces. The chain was pulled back towards Vallen as the three of them were found in awe. Emi didn't speak and could only stare at the ruptured book in front of her. Vallen his words echoed in her head as Luke made his way out of this mess.

Brunhilde walked over towards her. What was Emi suppose to say to the girl. Did she knew that it was her book? Emi quietly stared at the ground, her emotion was something between scared and terrified. Everything was lost of this girl her past, she must have had some recollection that it was her book. Did she actually realise what had just happened?

"Get out of here."

It hurts. Emi looked down at her body as she saw a gaping hole in the middle of her chest. Her arms reached out to it as she grabbed it tightly in both her hands. It felt like a cannonball passing through. She bended down a little and stared down at the ground for a moment. She looked back up at Brunhilde and had a hurted smile on her face although she tried her best.

"Hehe, what are you saying Brunhilde... I can't leave you alone like this hehehe..."

Brunhilde turned around and approached Vallen. Emi got herself up slowly calming down a little from the shock. She didn't leave the area but rather had started picking up all the pieces of paper from the ground. When it had gotten serious between Brunhilde and Vallen she started moving farther away to get the pages that were scattered by the wind.

"It can still be repaired... The damage isn't so big... I will fix it hehe."

[User]
Vlad was still pretty baffled by the whole situation. After the small boy explained him the whole situation and crouched down next to the fatty, Vlad stopped paying attention to him. His focus was pointed at the old man meditation a bit further, he was releasing an incredible amount of pressure, similar to the ones from the cafeteria back then. But he didn't look that impressive, he looked like he was about to break down any second with that old posture of his. And another thing bothered Vlad as well, the fact that he felt this pressure before, back when he was alone in this place. "Was he..."

He shook his head to disperse those thoughts, and looked one last time at the old man before turning back to the suited little guy which was talking about dragging the fatty back to the school. With that little body of his, Vlad couldn't help but snort. The image of such a little guy dragging someone like that was funny. At that moment Vlad slapped himself, "Stop thinking about these useless things" and looked seriously again with a hint of arrogance, like he always used to. He walked toward the small guy, and stood next to him with his hands in his pockets, observing the unconscious fatty. "Name is Vlad, I'm a student as well here" he said calmly while still looking at the fat man, " I don't really know that guy, except that he challenged me twice today.." he paused and closed his eyes, a faint grin appeared on his lips, "He is pretty darn powerful, I like that"

It was true, Vlad already respected the guy for not backing down and taking all his attacks head on. Vlad turned to the small guy, back with a serious face. "I'll beat him though next time, and you'll witness that pipsqueak. Today was just a warm up"  He then pointed his thumb at the fatty "We can probably drag him back with the two of us, I'll carry his upper half on my back, you grab his legs". He walked toward his head and grabbed his right arm to turn him on his back. With a groan he turned him and looked pretty shocked at how heavy he was. "Err... Maybe it's better if we wake him here" and crouched next to the fatty, at his side and leaned forward closer to his face. The bigman was sleeping peacefully but not for long because Vlad already lifted his hand, with palms open and gave him a slap with all his strength. The noise of the slap echo'ed into the forest. Satisfied, Vlad stood up and clapped his hands, as in cleaning them. "This should do"

[Assistant]
Headmaster

Headmaster inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled after the girl was done all of her questions. "Firstly, power will always lay within your blood whether dormant or not. Quite frankly? The answer would be either it came forth due to the danger you were in, or you got extremely lucky." He smiled sadly. "That is as narrow as I can make that answer. This place, however, is known as Elemental Academy. It was where your ancestors trained and were raised. The letter of which you speak is news to both me and Kano, as neither of us wrote it or had it written." He took a moment to take a long drink from his tea, so as to whet his throat. "As for your element being different, it's been such a long time since your ancestors were here, they most likely have married other people than just fire or air elements." He mouth drew thin as she asked her final question. "That... is simply due to how fresh you are." He frowned, looking her straight in the eyes. "Your powers had just activated to save your life, there was no way they would have been strong enough to save everyone in the car. I'm sorry."

[User]
Rinna sighed as the headmaster gave his answers to her, exactly as she expected. She stared down into her lap, shame and guilt written across her very frame. She had told herself day after day that there was nothing she could have done, that it wasn't her fault, that even if she had known how to control her power she wouldn't have been strong enough to save them.

She had yet to convince herself of any of those things.

"I haven't been able to use my power in the slightest since..." She paused for a moment, struggling with how she wanted to finish her sentence. "Since it manifested." Her voice was dull and flat, making it obvious that she had not had much time to process her grief during her recovery. She had had friends visit while she hadbeen in the hospital, of course, but each had been carefully instructed by the nurses not to bring up what had happened. Like she couldn't hear them through those paper thin walls.

Rinna sat bolt upright, dragged out of her memories as a sudden thought hit her. Ever since she had gotten here, she had felt weird. If she was going to findout what it was, now would be the time to ask.

"Why does the whole valley feel like it is humming?"


[System]
Alias: Metallia
Age: 15
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality:
Apathetic, she floats along life, showing little emotion even to the deeply disturbing. She does not mind doing disturbing things herself, either.
Arrogant, she believes she's better than you, even if the opposite is proven. She looks down on any petty act that has no purpose, as well.
Irritable, things that annoy her annoy her a lot, and is about to explode. She's very likely to hold a grudge, which is why she's here.
Graceful, the way she moves and talks would make you think she's royalty. This is her at her best, disturbingly graceful. At her worst…
Childish, that ice-cream looks delicious. I want it. Hey, pay attention to me. Heeeeeeeeeey. … I can't have it? … *ice-cream stand explodes*
Hmpf. Serves you right.

Powers/skills: Her one capability is her understanding of technology way out of her league and capability to construct such. However, if confronted without her toys, Metallia will be but a 15 year old girl in terms of combat prowess.

Equipment:
On herself.
Her headset, those two things on her head, contains extremely powerful transmitters and receivers, allowing her to make use of public satellites to communicate with her robots wherever they might be. They also send back any information they have to update them on what they're doing right now. Using this, Metallia can directly control her robots as if they were her own limbs, should she wish it.

Oh, and that dress is bullet-proof highest grade combat-armor. There's also metal in it, to allow her to control herself with the next machine if needed.

Her chair.
She has her own chair which is called the R5. This machine is equipped with two very powerful magnetic controllers (one in each black box by her hips in the image). These allow Metallia to fly, carry around those two giant metal arms to do her bidding and generally harass enemies with any metallic things nearby. Her magnetic control with this can be pretty powerful, though she cannot deform metal objects with it and there's a limit to how fast she can accelerate things depending on their weight. She probably can't affect a car all that much.

It is also outfitted with machine-guns, capability of launching multiple kinds of rockets or explosives, supreme impact-power in close combat, emergency thrusters and it is also rather customizable depending on what Metallia needs on her newest trip.

Robots.

Tia in the middle. Usual robots to the left and right.
First there's Tia. She's an android that Metallia felt like building because she was bored one day. Tia does not have the capability to display any emotions, but through an AI Metallia considers "rudimentary" she emulates human intelligence to a frightening level, though has no capacity to do anything but follow instructions and answer to her mistress's commands. That is, except for destroying enemies with robot strength and utilizing the rockets/machine guns in her arms. Metallia spent more time on Tia than her usual robots and she should be considered more powerful.

The usual robots are big humanoid shapes that are bulky but quite strong. In their shoulders they can carry weapons from blades, guns, explosives, whatever Metallia felt like putting in it. Metallia can control them directly or she can allow their AI to do the maneuvering based on her instructions. Though, while the AI in them is supposedly very advanced because Metallia made it, they mostly suck in combat and most heroes make short work of them. Their inability to be competent should never be underestimated. However, Metallia can make a lot of them in a relatively short amount of time. If The Presence needs an army, she can provide it.

Of course, in the future, Metallia is able to invent new robots to cause trouble for her enemies. When she does, I'll most likely delve into this link, where I found her image.
conceptrobots.blogspot.se/2012_07_01_a..

Short Bio: Metallia does not know her own backstory. But, if you wish to know, then feel free to open the hider.
Metallia is a drone from a super-villain of galactic proportions. She is, to say, a biological android, having been designed rather than born but yet still have organs and function like a normal human would. Her "father" created her and sent her to Earth in a shuttle that would germinate her on the way so she'd be born upon arrival. She was supposed to gain further orders upon arrival.

However, when Metallia was arrived on Earth and was born, no orders came. Be this because the super-villain was defeated before she arrived or for another reason entirely, the information that was supposed to spur her on her way never came. And then… she was stuck there. … However. Her mind still has information which her father considered "vital for survival", which just happened to include information on superior technology from space.
Metallia started her existence as 14 years old in England. She simply opened her eyes and there she was. Nobody knew who she was, not even herself. That said, she managed to quickly find lodging with a nice old grandma who took pity on her. The police could not find any record of her existence, and when she was sent to the hospital for a check on her mind.

In the hospital, however, something odd happened. She… became extremely annoyed at the technology they used to examine her. Because, it could be so much more efficient, so much more thorough. As it was, they could miss whatever the issue was! She lashed out in anger, and then she was down at the police again, who believed themselves to have a problem child on their hands. They had no idea.

Encouraged to do something about humanity's inferior technology, she started working. Under the name Angelica Wilder, a name she took out of nowhere, she took the job as a maid to a prevalent technological doctor while she worked tirelessly on new technology on the side. She invented something ground-breaking in the field of robotics, and she expected to be praised. Sure enough, she WAS praised by the doctor…

… Then he took patent on her invention and received all the credit. Nobody would believe a young maid like her had developed such a piece of technology. Enraged, Angelica decided to forcefully punish the doctor who took her things by building robots that would do her bidding. Taking the name "Metallia", she attacked the doctor's university. … That's when she found out she stood no chance against the heroes of today.

Managing to escape, Metallia turned her attention to these… "heroes". They had defended the doctor. They had to pay. She'd develop better robots, better weapons. She'd find out their secret identities and who their loved ones were. It became clear to her that the only way she could be allowed to make humanity better… was if she took over it all herself, first…!

… That said, she never had much luck as a super-villain. Her robots were often easily destroyed by heroes she confronted. … That's when The Presence contacted her… … …

Other: … If bored someday, you might find her aimlessly browsing the internet and/or playing a video game. She can be easily distracted if she doesn't feel like doing what she should be doing. Beware her knowledge of the internet.

She can fairly easily get and invent what she desires by selling things she made/fixed on the internet while buying, which is how she gained all the items she needs to make her contraptions. The things she buy look innocent on paper, but become significant when she starts working on them. Money has never been her goal.

[User]
Mako smiled a genuine smile at the thought of someone dressed like him, "Surely not...I am one of a kind..." His eyes betrayed him now, a look of betrayal twisted within the gray as thoughts and memories came rushing in. Having watched her acts of magic over the last two days he turned to her and spoke, "You are a practitioner of true magic. Then you might know about how prophecies can control people? Twisting good people to do monstrous things." He continued to walk ignoring the other humans on the team and only paying attention to getting to the bank, "I am the bringer of destruction to Atlantis. I was to young to be executed, thus I was cast out." He looked at her again, "But this life suits me much better than my old one." His eyes looked forward again, "Now you know more than just my name."

When she talked about the tech lovers he just smirked, "Most metals I can bite right through...the stronger ones I use a couple other gifts I have." He showed her the black cylinder that had little runes carved in it, "Atlantean magics..." He put it away and smirked again, "they can steal all the electronic money they want...I want the gold. If this is Europe's largest bank then there is gold within." He whispered the next words, "I believe that you and I would be effective in retrieving it." Mako was no fool, he knew he would need allies if they were all to remain a team and someone with magic was the perfect fit for him as his fighting was mainly close combat. It also didn't hurt that he found her rather enjoyable and beautiful...in the way one sees the beauty of a hurricane.

[Assistant]
Metallia turned her eyes and gave an appreciative nod in Maverick's direction, before turning forward and continuing her walk. It felt a little infuriating to have to trust in another's protection, but as it stood, they were a team. Metallia knew she wasn't the most physically durable. Looked like she could depend on at least one of the others, though she hoped the rest would also collaborate.

'...' There was a brief instance of a smile, Metallia's lips curling just the slightest and her head straightening where it had fallen a bit to keep her face hidden. Being called just "Princess"... Was even better. Her feeling of having her ego stroked made her tongue loosen quite easily.

'I've never had an interest in the inferior technology used by the general public. Their computers do not interest me beyond their common use for daily life. For everything of value, I've made my own systems.' … She suddenly realized what she was saying was "Nope, can't do a damn thing". The smile vanished, replaced with a blank look, but she kept talking.

'... As such, no, I do not currently possess the means to access their security systems beyond the public access. I could have invested time and effort into making something that would allow me to infiltrate their primitive systems, had I known to prepare for it.' There was a certain edge in her voice, directed mostly towards The Presence. Now, it was perfectly possible the plan did not contain any hacking at all, but not knowing annoyed Metallia something awful.

Creating the means to hack was most certainly within Metallia's capabilities. Just not something she had the means to do right now.

[User]
Handing the injection to Jackel he smiled "If you're willing to try it go ahead, but I won't promise there won't be any side effects, though I'm sure someone like you can handle them". Nergal explained, interested to see just how well the toxins would work, having only used his powers for killing people it was a new path to use them in more of an assistance way.

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After they reached the city, Nergal was somewhat annoyed at the mission update "You think information like this could have been given while we were flying in" He muttered to the group "I wonder if they're leaving us in the dark on purpose, they don't care enough to tell us in advance or if they are trying to keep information hidden from someone else". None of the options were really an appealing answer, either the Presence was treating them like pawns or there was some kind of superhero working against them, which meant there was a possibility of one of them showing up to this heist. Nergal had always tried to stay low to avoid attracting any "do-gooders" but it seemed that would be coming to an end working for the presence.

As they made their way through the crowds, shooing away fans who got to interested in the group while they began discussing tactics and abilities, he couldn't help but turn his attention the crowd wonder if there were any heroes hidden amongst them. Out of curiosity he asked the others "So have any of you ever encountered a hero of any kind?", phrasing the question in such a way that anyone overhearing it wouldn't get an idea as to what they were up to, "Can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting one myself so I wouldn't know what to expect if we were to encounter one of them"

[Assistant]
… Metallia's expression twitched a little as Nergal asked about heroes. Multiple memories sprung to her mind about the matter. … Alright. If for the case of educating the inexperienced one...

'... I have.' She answered. 'They're annoying people that get in your way when you're trying to accomplish your goals. They come in all shapes and sizes, they come alone or in teams. Those who come alone are typically fairly powerful, but this does not mean those in teams are necessarily weak. Regardless, they always come uninvited and seemingly out of nowhere.' She gave Nergal a stale look, to see how he was listening up until now.

'Their abilities are too varied to give examples of, and to talk about each I've seen would take too long for the time we have right now, I can go into more detail about the heroes I've faced at a later time, but they're typically very hard to kill. Many of them have powers that support them, but even those that don't should not be underestimated.' There was a great deal of annoyance in her expression, which was speaking for the multiple losses she had suffered against their kind.

'Many also have codes of honour. It can be easy to take advantage of it. More than once have I been able to take advantage of a hero's loss of fighting spirit upon seeing that his or her opponent was someone like me.' There was a feeling of that Metallia's sense of superiority was insulted by such actions in her expression as she said that. Because, she obviously felt that they had insulted her by being unwilling to harm her. … Though, then there was that time...

'... Then there are those that... don't.' Metallia hesitated a bit in her word, thinking about the event. She turned her head forward again, her body tensing up a little at a particular memory. 'I've met... at least one who hunted for the one who attacked with no mercy or hesitation, intending nothing more than to end my life for good. ...' Metallia frowned, getting a little slower in her steps, recalling the rather frightening event...

'... Regardless.' Metallia sighed a little, regaining her cool and returning to the present. 'As a group, we should be better suited to dealing with the typical hero-attack as a whole team compared to me when I was on my own.
Though I was better prepared when I was on my own...
' She grunted something. 'Then again, I never attacked something as big and valuable as a central bank in a big city, either. I cannot promise the accuracy of my own experiences. Be on your guard.' She breathed out in satisfaction after her own rundown, slightly satisfied with it.


[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.

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"I guess it's off to the lab." Prism mused to herself, intending for Turbulence to hear it but didn't speak as loudly as she believed she did. She didn't need repairs as badly as Turbulence did. She was pretty much fine, other than the blank spots in her memory bank, but that wasn't enough of a problem to go looking for help. It wasn't like she'd be going anywhere else. She needed to drop off Turbulence at the lab, and it wouldn't so any harm to see what was what in the decepticon base of operations.

With haste, she transformed into her vehicle form, waiting patiently for her aerial friend to climb on. It wasn't often that she transported people around, but she did know how to work with a whole extra bot hanging off of her. She even honked her horn for good measure, making sure that he was aware that she was ready.

Whenever he chose to climb aboard, Prism was quick to hit the gas and follow her own beacon.

[Assistant]
Turbulence watched as Prism converted her Cybertronian body into that of a impressively large ground vehicle. He had been somewhat skeptical at first in regards to Prism transporting Autobot flyer due to his above average sized alt mode but now he could very well see there was no issue to certainly speak of. With Nightscream and Sklog already taking off ahead of them and Prism now literally honking at him, Turbulence nodded and hurried up to her vehicle mode.

"Hope you have good suspension." said Turbulence as he too switched to his chopper mode.

While his transformation went off without issue, Turbulence was once more greeted with internal alerts as took airborne. He could definitely feel the poor instability of his rotors trying to keep him up with thick vapors already steaming from the friction of his damaged components. Luckily though, it was only a brief moment as he neatly landed atop the wide and flat surface of Prism's vehicle mode, his own landing skate's magnetizing to her hull just before they hit the road. Turbulence was once more impressed how much throttle Prism backed; then again he was never carried before.

"Ever thought about getting a trailer? Just curious."

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Nightscream reached Kaon well before anyoen else. Seriously, how did the Autobots manage to resist them for so long when it took them ages to even get anywhere? Was Megatron that poor a strategist or Prime that good? Well, not like it mattered now anyway. Once she opened the gate, the 'Con headed straight to the lab to prepare.

The place was teched up from the basements to the roof. A bit of a bother now if Nightscream had to say, since she had to pry and leave most of the automated doors open. Accessing her mainframe, she searched the lists for where spare components she would have to get to fix Turbulence's drive were, along with somewhere to do it. What she found closest was an infirmary attached to a prison complex, something she didn't feel like using unless the aerial autobot was falling apart by the time they got here. Those were a bit gloomy serup mostly used for interrogations rather than fixing.

Well, labwork it was. She cleared one of the rooms nearby and dragged in a recharging station. Now all that was needed was to fetch some fresh energon and the spare parts. Firing up the long range comm array, she connected to the incoming group: "Prism? Nightscream. How far are you?"


[System]
Race: Jackalope - disguised as a human

Apparent Age: 20

Actual Age: She isn't quite sure, but she guesses somewhere around 200 or so years old.

Appearance:

Profession: Florist / artist

Possessions:
 - an impressive collection of art supplies, mostly including pencils, brushes, and paints.
 - an old, silver saber.

Skills/Magic/Talents:
 - Advanced senses: Ein has an exceptional sense of hearing and smell, as well as keen reflexes and a surprising amount of agility and stamina, though she isn't too terribly strong, so it is mostly reserved for running.
 - Electrical Manipulation: Ein is able to generate a small amount of electrical shock. Its enough to stun a normal human, maybe even kill them if she tried, but anything further becomes too taxing on her body, so she avoids overdoing it.
 - Longevity: Jackalope age very slowly. One hundred years could pass and it'd merely feel like a decade or so for her.
 - Swordplay: Ein is half decent with a saber, though she can't entirely remember where she learned the skill from.
 - The arts: Ein has a good eye for aesthetics and is incredibly creative. Most practiced with pencils or paints-- prefers doing landscapes.

Demeanour:
 Ein is a reserved and calm person, rarely displaying her inner emotions and leans more on the cautious and independent side. She has a keen eye for detail, and isn't easily fooled or persuaded by others. Despite her more distrusting side, she often acts kindly and almost motherly towards others, and prefers to keep herself and those she is fond of out of direct conflict. Surprisingly, she has an oddly dark sense of humor, and can act quite playful if shes comfortable enough with someone.

History:
Ein cant entirely remember when she became trapped in a human form, or even how exactly it happened to her. All she can really remember are a few vague memories of her life before and the undeniable feeling that this form is not her own. Despite being sure she wasn't originally human, she often doubts the foggy images in her head and the validity that they hold over her past existence. Since finding herself like this, she's taken up the quiet life of a artists and florist, residing in a small cottage located in the forests near the coast. It isn't too far from town, where she often travels to sell bouquets and assorted paintings. Though she spends most of her days reading history books or creating art in peace, she sometimes finds herself searching restlessly for clues to her past, unsettled by the blankness that blankets her memories.

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Amon smiled wryly at Wally he'd dealt with this type of response before. Overly certain, determined and a little too cocky for his own good. He'd doubted that the threats would've worked but it was always worth a try. As for his comments regarding the sword Amon was glad he'd kept his powers quiet, if the man tried anything he'd just lock up his muscles without a second thought. Better that he have to deal with the ire of the populace than trying to reknit his throat with his powers.

'I've no doubt you've faced worse thief' said Amon smiling, 'But if you think a sword is all I've got up my sleeve then you're a lot less perceptive than the rest of those who would ply your trade. Molly is right I will gladly run you through if that's what's required of me.'

'Molly, Lady Amalthea' Amon said addressing them, 'Could one of you fetch some guards to see this man locked away? Have the guards take every precaution and whatever happens let me walk him to the cell alongside the guards. But before you go, Lady Amalthea what has happened to you?'

[Assistant]
At Amon's request to Molly, Carver spoke. He had been listening for some time now, but he felt it was best he voice his concern now. "Let us be not so hasty, friend. Though the circumstances of our mutual meeting have been... less than ideal, it would be presumptuous to assume that there is no virtue in this man."

The knight glanced around the table. "I am troubled, friends. In this land I have seen much degradation - the people who I pass fear me, for they have suffered abuses at the hands of men in armor. I arrived in this place seeking to offer my aid, as did Amon; but we have been disregarded. My pride is not so important that this should be a great offense, yet it is troubling. It is troubling that we have been warned away from speaking to the king for fear of our safety, and it is most troubling of all that this innocent maiden," he gestured sympathetically to Amalthea, "Has been so affected by his treatment. You say he cares only for her comings and goings - but a king must have eyes for the good of his people."

The knight rose. "I intend to have audience with the King, and I wish that you all might accompany me. Amon, you have shown yourself to be clever, and of noble heart; and Fletcher, while we may disagree in your actions, you are still skilled, and your compassion for the Lady is clear. If we have our audience, and do not like what we hear, I believe you may be valuable allies to me in doing... what must be done. What say you all?"

[User]
The Lady Amalthea glanced over her shoulder from her watch at the fire towards the men as her lips pursed. A sorrowful look crept over her features, a lonesome sigh passing from her. Molly pinched the bridge of her nose slightly and let out a huff before peeking outside of the kitchen to make sure the king was not there before looking back at them.

 "You would not understand. The king only keeps two things in his presence. That is what is needed and that which makes him happy. A few guards is all he needs to keep his kingdom in line for he has other things which tend to all needs. I am only here because he feels I am needed for the Lady Amalthea and.." she paused as she cat rubbed up against her leg, the gentle tap of its pegleg echoing from the stone.

 "The Lady Amalthea is the only thing which makes him happy," she sighed. The Lady Amalthea looked down grimly before turning her head and looking back at the flames flickering in the hearth.

 "You will have your meeting in the morning," Molly began but was cut off as the last rays of sun set and the castle quaked slightly from beneath, a gravely high pitched roar echoing through the stone.

[Assistant]
Wally would have loved to keep snapping at the other man whose name he did not know. He was arrogant and was a terrible person behind his attitude. Talking about killing him and all that yet pretending to be a good person. It was always fun to deal with hypocrites. Wally liked the knight guy more. He seemed more stable than this other man.

Wally looked over at the servant woman. "Willing to bet I could get her out if I have a bit of time. Also these two seem competent fighters should we need it. " He said as he tried to figure out his plan. Wally pushed the sword back down before he stood up. "Well I like you more than this guy so I am with you." He said to the knight guy. "Push come to shove we could just climb over the wall like how I got in. Or just run down the path. I like the stealthy way more. We would need a distraction though." He said clearly trying to make a plan of how to get out of this place. "Though maybe we should meet the King. I mean I didn't climb the cliffs for nothing." He said as he adjusted his gear.

"Never did catch either of your names." He said leaning against the wall so the angry guy could not keep his sword on him. "What was that roar? Are we not alone here?" He said as he drew his daggers.

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Amon smiled once more, the thief's harsh description wasn't wrong, but then again Amon never thought of himself as a good man. He was ruthless when he needed to be and was more than willing to manipulate others if he had to. But he did have a strong sense of honour and justice that overrode all other considerations, and the man had technically done nothing wrong... other than breaking and entering, of course. He sheathed his sword and clasped the case of his scrying glass, it was cold to the touch… a scowl formed on his face something was about to happen...

He looked to the thief who had just asked him his name 'My name is Amon, if you are to accompany Ser Carver then I shall do likewise. I shan't let my new friend go into danger with nothing more than a rogue at his side.'

Suddenly the whole castle seemed to shake, pain shot through Amon and his back arched and he gasped as the whole castle seemed to shake. He fell to his knees fists clenched, he punched the ground and lightning crackled in his fist. The rumbling stopped and returning to his feet saw that Wally had drawn two daggers, Amon's sword was in his hand instantly and the lightning that had been forced out of him continued to crackle in his hand.

'I do not know what that was, but I do not like it. Whatever this King Hagard has done I am going to speak to him now!' spat Amon through clenched teeth 'Ser Carver I will let you take the lead, Wally I assume we can look over the interrogation until we find out what in the name of the sands is going on here! Lady Amalthea, Molly I suggest you either find some guards or stay behind us. I for one intend to challenge this king and if he is as quick to anger as you would suggest then I shan't think he'll be in the best of moods.'

[Assistant]
The Lady Amalthea seemed unmoved by the sudden shift of the castle, simply rising from her place as Molly watched her. Grasping the silken folds of her gown she paced lightly over to the opening of the kitchen make to the main corridor. Molly took a long breath as she righted several earthenware cups that had toppled over.

 "That was the Red Bull, he has awaken for the evening," Molly said, seemingly as unphased as the Lady Amalthea was.

 "He burns, shaking the earth," The Lady Amalthea said in a soft voice as her hand rested against the cold stone. "He drives them, to the sea."

 "And he will drive the Lady Amalthea there if you try to take her," Molly warned as she sat there.

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It had to be admitted in Eins mind that honestly, what she was doing right now was probably very dumb and went against nearly all caution. Inviting an armor-clad stranger who, quite clearly had mentioned ending the lives of some unfortunate bandit group without even blinking an eye, into the safety of her home was probably the riskiest thing she'd done since settling down in this forest. But none of that really concerned her then, not the caution in the wind nor the obvious danger that her newest guest might present, and it wasn't solely her hungry stomach that convinced her either.

This stranger saw something about her, something Ein was quite positive she could no longer see herself. The stranger looked at her in a way that none of the mundane villagers had before, and the vague sense that this woman wasn't entirely human herself rustled somewhere in the back of her mind. Perhaps it was simply reaching, and not worth the risk if she were wrong, but the desperation that Ein had for finding even the smallest piece of information left her willing to place common sense aside.

"I haf fresh provisions if you vould allow me to...hrm..."

The strangers voice quickly shook her from her musing, and she momentarily glanced at them, but didn't answer their unfinished offer. A patient smile covered her lips while she waited for them to speak again, curious as to what they were trying to get across. After a moment, they began again, their voice accompanied by the jingling of coins.

"I cannot go into town, alone...iz suspicious. Ehn I can pay you quite vell to let me stay for even just ze night. Zeh dirt unt stones pale to the simplest of roofs over mein head. Ehn...hrm...no, zeht vould be enough."

Ein had to admit, she never expected the stranger to be so earnest, and by the sound of their coin purse, generous as well. Her cool expression wavered for only a moment, filled with a softer expression, before the smiled again and nodded.

"Okay, that's fine. I don't have a guest bed though, so you'll have to settle for the floor." She while poking at her cheek. "Although, I have plenty of blankets and maybe some extra straw mats, so we should be able to put together something more comfortable than the rocks out here." She added confidently. Tall armored stranger or not, it seemed a bit cruel to leave someone to sleep outdoors in a forest such as this one.

Besides, there was no turning back now, Ein noted after turning ahead. Slowly becoming more visible through the thicket that surrounded it, was a small stone cabin with a thickly thatched roof. They approached from the front, where a single unlit window and a tall oak doorway welcomed them, worn by what looked like decades of standing.

"I'll just need a moment put my cart away." She spoke while wheeling towards the side of the cabin. The back was just as covered by thickets as the front, hiding away the small garden and toolshed that sat behind the tiny building. Ein parked the cart right beside the shed and began to pull out baskets and set them inside. Finally, she pulled her saber from the cart and loosely hung it from her shoulder before heading towards the cabins backdoor. She waved for her guest to follow before disappearing inside the cabin. The inside of the structure would seem just as small as the outside led you to believe, but the few vases of spring flowers and vibrant paintings that decorated every corner of the house made it feel cozy and warm. The majority of the space was used as sitting space, with a few chairs and a nice sized dining table, which Ein passed by quickly to reach the small kitchen that sat in the farthest right corner of the home. In the opposite sat a woodstove. Above them, only covered by a thin railing, was an open loft.

"Make yourself at home." Ein offered politely from one of the kitchens counters. Hung by a nail in the wall just a bit beside her, though not hidden to anyone in the room, sat her saber.


[System]
Species: Asari

Age: 125

Gender: Female

Appearance: Voira

Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father.

Weapons/Equipment:

-Thunder Assault Rifle

-Viper Shotgun

-Two Razer pistols

-Bottle of Ryncol

-Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch.

-Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.)

Skills and Abilities:

-Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one

-Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family's insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well.

-Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn't on hand, especially during the heat of battle.

Background:

Voira knows firsthand what it's like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other's thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira's world was remade in fire and ash.

She doesn't remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop.

She didn't know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for 'the extraction target' a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat.

Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari's arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, "We're taking her with us."

When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn't well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn't care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for?

Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura's eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless.

 She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn't want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn't approve and she couldn't tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of 'Embracing eternity' permanently was what terrified her.

She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura's face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared.

The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa'Kina.

The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa'Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn't just leave her alone.

What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa'Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while.

She's still following Raa.

Misc Details:

-Voira's favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros.

-While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she's thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves.

-Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

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After the grenade went off everything began moving at a break neck speed. Those not involved in actively holding up the barrier took up positions on either of the two holding up the barriers with weapons drawn. When the Geth broke ranks and ran through the biotics the Asari also then quickly broke ranks. The large bubbles that were blocking off the hallway quickly turned into two large translucent walls which also just so happened to block bullets. Tacticus and his team began getting shots in between the mass of allies that were now engaging the enemy directly. It quickly became two risky to fire into the group once Donny joined the fray and everyone quickly switched gears to waiting for an opening and scanning for more enemies. Sura's voice chimed in over the comms. "Cactus Numso, check the diplomats. Make sure they didn't hurt themselves."

Both of them squeezed their respective Turian barrier projectors on the shoulder to let them know they were leaving. Just before they turned around a large noise echoed through the hallway. Almost as quickly as the crack of what sounded like a sniper rifle came the AI also piped up over the comms about an incoming Turian. Rotating on his heel Tacticus looked back at where the diplomats were and saw a Turian clad in non-standard Turian military armor, spec-ops maybe. Not wanting to take chances on a quick glance he and Numso both imbued themselves with bitotic energy and charged to just in front of the unknown Turian weapons raised. They both turned up mere feet in front of the Turian effectively blocking his path with just their bodies. "Identify yourself and your unit now soldier!" Tacticus barked at the Turian.

[Assistant]
Taking an advanced tactical position behind the group, Solares enabled Shredder rounds for his executioner pistol before firing at each hostile whenever he was able to. Every time he fired the weapon it would kick back and cause a loud pop to echo down the hallway. Removing a used thermal clip from his weapon and reloading, he watched as the same Geth he had seen only a short while ago, turn it's attention away from the Krogan and onto the Turians. This however did not last long, for one of the other members of the group used a biotic charge against the last two remaining Turians, knocking them back. Both of them were then quickly and efficiently eliminated. The Geth snapped its attention back to the Krogan and shot a couple poisoned shotgun rounds through his body, along with a barrage from the Asari. The Krogan fell to the ground and proceeded to make grotesque sounds before finely dying in a pool of his own blood beneath him. The battle was over as quickly as it had started, and the group had managed to impress Solares, which was honestly a feat in itself.

Standing up slowly, he placed the pistol onto the back of his armor and let his arms fall loosely alongside his body. Knowing that the group would want an explanation as to why he had helped them and where he came from. Solares was about to open his mouth to talk to all of them though before he could talk there was a bright flash of blue light, and suddenly two Turians appeared only a couple feet in front of him. Without flinching, or showing any discomfort, intimidation, or fear at all, he raised both of his hands. Grabbing onto his helmet slowly and cautiously, he removed it and placed it down next to him, his light blue eyes peering back at the two Turians standing in front of him. "I am Sergeant Major Solares Vanore, AGTSAT branch of the Turian Special Forces." He would pause and salute the two in front of him before going back to his relaxed position. "I was ordered to protect a diplomat upon the space station but, in all his infinite wisdom, he ordered me to stand outside of the room and down the hall as if he was expecting something to happen. I have not seen him since I heard the shooting so I am going to presume he is dead. If it is not too much, I would like to ask who all of you are? Also, could all of you please lower your weapons and not point them at me? I assure you I am not a hostile and honestly have no idea what is going on here."

[User]
Voira instinctively flinched as she heard the all too familiar and terrifying sound of a Black Widow sniper rifle going off. She had gotten to know that sound during a long drawn out conflict against some pirates. The Alliance sniper she had been sent to work with was remarkably lethal with it. The Asari hadn't seen any of the turians in the Cabal with a sniper rifle of any kind and the human was ahead of her, so that meant someone new had come up. Which meant that there was a distinctive chance that the enemy was behind her with a weapon that could easily shred through her armor and leave her with a hole that no amount of Medi-Gel in the world could fix. More importantly, that enemy was going to be near Raa. Voira whirled around, ignoring the Krogan for now. If he was still alive after eating round after round of poisoned ammo, and the two shotgun blasts she could hear behind her, they were all going to be killed by him anyways. Much to her relief, the sniper rifle round tore through a Turian just before RK announced the newcomer's presence.

"Thank you RK, for alerting us to that fact after we nearly had a heart attack. Truly, what we always wanted to hear was the sound of extremely powerful weapon being fired in our direction by an unknown Turian." Voira replied, slightly testily. She moved quickly towards the newcomer, mostly to check on Raa to make sure the Quarian was okay but also to yell at the idiot for randomly firing without announcing himself. As soon as she was in ear range she began berating him, even as he was talking. "Who the hell just jumps into a gun battle and starts firing without announcing himself?! You stupid son of a-" Voira paused mid sentence, the Turian's name finally clicking into place.

"What the hell are you doing here? We thought you were still in C-Sec?" She asked incredulously, walking past the two Cabalists. "Don't shoot him. He's not working with whoever is trying to kill us." She crouched next to Raa, ignoring the rest of the diplomats. "Are you okay?"


[System]
Sex:
Female

Age:
22

Sapphire Necklace
Engraved ring
Small Chalk for writing runes
Student ID
Small bag of gems

Within the confines of Societas Academia, free of religious delegation and protection from the witch hunters of the world, Yuno got to experience a more free form nature of magical growth within the variety of options available to pick up and learn. Obviously, as a Talent she got to remain towards the top of the hierarchy of the student body by doing so. Even as a Ruin Mage however, she had more method to her than fireballs and lightning bolts. Her magic is one that was passed onto her from her mother and her mother before that: Gemstone Focus. The properties of these gemstones seem to have innate magical effect with them, and by mastering it she has given herself a wide range of arcane and versatile pool of magical power. Another use is that these spells are very quick to cast as the gem takes the need of melding the form of the magic into their own properties. From magic missile like bolts to focused blasts these tools are handy, but she also has her own magic to develop of Rune Magic. The art of drawing and crafting runes for rituals and spells which while slower are also versatile and more permanent. Leaving one to write lines to create barriers or leave a cursed mark onto the opponent. The strongest form is the rituals such words, runes, and signs are required for though if one has the time to create such powerful magics. After all, have you ever seen a cult not chant around a magic circle to summon devastation?

Expectations: Yuno's life has been a constant barrage of them. With her mother being a graduate of professor the Societas Academia and top of her class and her inherited magical style that her family has been passing on the fate to carry on the family name moved to rest on Yuno as their only child after her mother's miscarriage with the second. Second was never good enough for the name that needed to continue to excel in the eye of her mother and elder grandmother. Day in, day out was practice from even the youngest of ages to grow crystals, study them, and then use them to their fullest potential. One didn't need society or friends. She only would need the connections her mother already established and the scores to get her by, and Yuno did throughout primary and secondary schooling. But, that was with a longtime friend as her side as well. The person Yuno may confide in when not in her mother's almost torturous and cruel aspect of training.

Gem magic wasn't a large part of Yuno's resentment. Her mother's skill and ability fascinated her to the point where Yuno could kid herself half the time it was fair and right for her mother to expect to much. That she should feel superior from her lineage. Their name would be remembered through generations to come if they kept up, and possibly grow to be a very well established family. But, Yuno wanted to expand that magic and use it for her own will. Develop it organically like a crystal would grow rather than be the strict and uptight woman she was forced into being. Less direct and more graceful Yuno wanted to learn more, explore, and use her magic outside of simple practice and regulated ability. Somewhere that could truly test her skill as well as develop the use of other magic. Her mother usually disparaged her from learning basic rune magic outside her regular studies. Enough to get the top spot was fine in her eyes, but Yuno's best friend used such a magic to more than remarkable abilities. It was always a place Yuno fell behind in, and her goal to get better and continue on the separate path alongside her gems was a more personal goal. At least, until her friend's death due to unforeseen illness.

At first Yuno of course was devastated and alone from this, having not gotten together with others, but at the same time this point was a realization. Her mother was the one holding her back because she was trapped in her shadow. But, she can't seem to find a way out of it. She was a graduate student and a Ruin Mage already. Her path for these years was so completed that abandoning it now would almost be a death sentence to her future. This wasn't what she wanted, and to keep up with the world her friend tried showing her was another goal. Sure, she wasn't her friend. Her friend was a bit to direct, blunt, and needless to say idiotic outside of fighting to be a guide, but the respect Yuno had of it and feeling of going with her own will was what Yuno was inspired by.

Yuno is an elegant combination of grace and cunning wrapped up into a sparkling package. While logical, she looks more onto the positive side of things believing in how ones mindset can change the outcome of a situation. Dedication in all of her endeavors and putting the job above most other things she can come off as cold or teasing at a first glance, but she has the best intentions as well as what she believes is a strong moral compass. With her dedication to her art and lineage though comes at the cost of friends within the Acadamia. Having her studies distract her from such things through a good portion of her life until she finally got out of being a Secondary Schooler and on with the greater freedom as a Ruin Mage. Versatility over one special skill in her magic and daily life left her with many graces and favorable attitudes from her teachers, but some can take her as a show off which leaves her to enjoy the quieter moments of the night and how music can help her take her mind off the troubles of life. More... abrasive and direct anger from others can easily annoy her as the logic of it may pass, but devotion is something she respects even if its not the same devotion as her.

[User]
Son
Jessie listened patiently to Felix's story and thought for a moment once he had finished.
"That's quite the story."
She stated handing the list back to Felix after looking over it.
"Issue with a quest for items of great power like you have described is this though. What if you aren't telling the truth? As much as I would love to believe you, we've only just met. Perhaps you simply want these Paragons for the sake of your own power? A man's hubris and desire for power can oft be his greatest driving force, the only thing they hold sacred."
Jessie took a few steps away and looked up at someone at the top of the courtyard wall, silently signaling to them, the few other people within the courtyard stopped what they were doing and quickly left the area.
"So tell you what. I say we have a friendly little duel, just to have a judge of your character. If there is anything my lessons have taught me, its that the fastest way to learn what someone is about, is to trade blows with them."
The courtyard gained a light glow around its perimeter, a field preventing stray spells from going awry into the Manor. Jessie tapped the ground with the toe of her shoe twice and a summoning circle sprouted from the spot.
"Surely a former arch-magi would have no issue facing off against a single summon of mine, eh? Not even a big brawl, just a few traded blows and then Ill give you my answer."
Two large chunks of rock sprouted up from the ground at opposite ends of the summoning circle and slammed against each other. Cracks grew within the large boulder before it shattered to reveal the summon. It appeared to be mostly human, save for its four arms and seven foot tall stature. It was very muscular and stood with a powerful confidence, its upper arms crossed and its lower arms with its hands on its hips.
"Sound good?"
Jessie asked as she stepped behind the summon and looked at Felix with a smile on her face.

[Assistant]
Felix didn't like violence. He always had only fought as retaliation to those who wished to do him harm. But, if it was for the greater good of the world that he fight, it was time for him to step out of his comfort zone. Felix used his hand to brush back a blonde lock of hair that had come loose from one of his hair pins.

"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil." As Felix recited the scripture, blue flames began to overtake parts of his body. First the azure flames were overtaking his legs. "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the worldly forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places." Now the flames spread up to his chest, "Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm." Next the flames spread to his arms, "Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of piece; Amen." The flames finally overtook his head, and then solidified into a shiny perfect suit of full armor. Normally, he would have recited the whole passage of scripture, but only needing the armor, he decided to forgo the sword and shield.

Felix took a battle stance in his manaegis, and then charged the tall brute. The speed of his manaegis allowed him to cover the distance between them in a split second. He stopped abruptly within arms distance, and issued a swift full force blow to the chest, that to a normal human, would have crushed their bones and sent them flying twenty feet in the other direction.

[User]
Son
Jessie was impressed with Felix's armor.
"Nice armor, must be a pretty high level construct if a mage of your caliber requires an incantation to conjure it. Or was that just for flair?"
That's when she noticed Felix making his move. His charging strike at Man of War was a simple opening, so just before contact, Man of War braced itself for the impact. Once the attack hit, Man of War's feet dug into the ground with his brace, resisting the force of the hit. Jessie whistled, impressed at the power and speed of the attack.
"Was that a burst of focused mana for propulsion? Or is it more polarity style?"
As she finished speaking, Man of War grabbed Felix, with all four hands, and tossed him across the courtyard, causing him to land heavily on the ground.
"Either way its impressive magic."
Man of War gave Felix a chance to stand back up before dashing over to him and sending two powerful punches at him with both right arms.

[Assistant]
Felix hit the ground and bounced as he skidded to a halt. The impact was mostly absorbed throughout the armor, and Felix was hardly effected by it other than being temporarily disoriented. It was clear that Jessie was familiar with the innerworkings of most magics, and her curiosity was something that Felix could relate to himself.

After Felix stood up he spoke briefly, "It's not as simple as saying it is polarity. You see, my suit is made of Manalloy, a substance that is much different than physical matter. So different, in fact, that it pushes against all physical matter. Although I have figured out exactly the reasoning behind the repellent nature of manalloy, it is indeed very useful." Felix explained.

Then the giant man-like creature charged him, sending two powerful punches. Felix didn't have time to dodge, so he took the hits head on. In most cases, the manaegis could absorb the blow entirely. But so much energy was exerted, that the manaegis could only absorb the internally damaging energy, and not the displacing kinetic energy. Which meant that now, Felix was flying through the courtyard once again this time not stopping until he smashed into the perimeter field.

Felix pealed himself off the barrier, and examined the situation. He then decided on using a different tactic.

Felix pointed to the sky above Man of War and yelled,"He covers His hands with lightning and commands it to strike its mark. Job chapter thirty-six, verse thirty-two." And then pointed down from the sky to the Man of War. Immediately a large purple bolt of electricity arced from the clear skies, blasting at where the the Man of War was standing.

[User]
Son
"Rejecting contact with physical matter, smart."
Jessie was surprised to see Felix call thunder down onto Man of War
"That was.... less smart."
Man of War was more or less unaffected by the bolt.
"Man of War is an earth elemental, lightning, well lets just say it's not very effective."
Man of War crossed its arms and looked over at Jessie. She acknowledged it's look and snapped her fingers, dismissing the warrior. She walked over to Felix and held out her hand.
"I got a decent impression of who you are from that. Man of War has decided that you are worth giving a chance. So I suppose I will help you on your quest, for as long as you maintain that you are worthy of that trust."

[Assistant]
Yuno had broken soon after he turned to her and watched as the developments before finally came to a close. Needless to say it wasn't her place to comment on the recent actions between Felix and the girl now identified as his sister once he spoke. The fact she was on the sheet and the likelihood of such a thing occurring made a slight sliver of doubt appear in her mind about the entire situation again, but before she could comment on anything or try and change the conversation herself Felix discovered his possible mistake on the naming list. It looked like she would need to wait the rest of the night to get answers in the following morning, and in response to that she let out a small sigh as twisted her head briefly to being her ponytail over her shoulder and gently comb through it with her hand. With the general atmosphere having become rather uncomfortable she did her best and practiced job to remain looking confident and controlled when for now even she wasn't sure where to head outside of minor introductions with Travis whom she knew, the unconscious man on the floor who she now had time to notice had blue skin, and then Nemo who was now showing himself to likely be quite the troublemaking type. She, unlike Travis, was still wary of the man who seemed to be the root cause of the trouble that prevailed. Bringing the woman here and the way he felt simply made her unable to drop her guard for now.

Her hand continued to mess with her ponytail as she used her peripheral vision to once again watch Nemo. His hands engaged in an analysis of the blade at the time which she rose an eyebrow towards before looking away to avoid trying and be caught by the man with the knife. Once he had put it away and spoke aloud she was even more guarded, though her outward attention to her hair didn't change until he was finished. Swinging her head slightly again to let it fall back behind her Yuno didn't enjoy his carefree attitude out of the fun he got from the situation and sense he gave her mananalysis. Despite being proficient in it from her studies, one such as her wasn't skilled enough to explain what she had felt in detail besides the hunger she sensed before. Instead of showing this off however she stood up from her seat and did as she did with the rest of those whom she had met: giving Nemo a small curtsy as she returned the introduction.

"You can call me Yuno, it's a pleasure." She stated as when her head lifted her face had returned to her trained smile. "I don't need to ask why they call you Smiley by the way you present yourself." She added on as he had seemingly enjoyed most of what had been going on. "It's unfortunate we couldn't hear more tonight though. And as for the man on the floor I suspect someone should take him to a room as well once we are done speaking. Or at least set him up on the sofa." With her last set of words she took her snack cup and spoon before returning to the kitchen to set the items away properly. Cleaning the spoon off quickly rather than leaving it for someone else to wash and setting it away. Returning to the room only moments later as the task was quick to say. "As for myself, I do believe we will have plenty of time to get to know each other tomorrow morning. So I think heading to bed may be the best of options. If you two wish to stay up don't let my choice decide for you."


[System]
~Kusanagi~

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"Those who rely on "someday" will only grow weaker and lowlier."

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Age: Unknown, physically appears 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 123 pounds
Blood Type: O+
Alignment: Neutral Good
Affiliation: Dangeki Pawn Shop, Asamiya Reiko
Aliases/Titles: The Catalyst

Personality:
Originally a staunch advocate for "justice and truth", the harsh reality of the world has made Kusanagi bit cynical over the years. Despite this, she still cares deeply for the people most close to her and still retains a sense of duty when it comes to helping out other people. She likes to keep up an image of carelessness and humor, especially in the midst of combat. However, this free nature of hers can lead to dangerous results when faced with an enemy intent on killing.

Although generally working alongside the Chasers, Kusanagi very much has her own agenda, though it's nothing for her fellow partners to be concerned with. All she wants is to keep her world safe; helping out the Chasers is just the best way to go about that. She does not view herself as inherently good as she does not believe in a world so black and white.

If something seems like the right thing to do, she will do it, even if it does end up causing trouble later down the line. In this respect, she can appear naive and sometimes even selfish. But in the end, she'll use her blade only when it is backed by her full resolve and devoid of doubts.

Background:
Kusanagi was once a wandering traveler who searched the World of places to see and people to help, lending her blade to whoever needed it. At that time, she saw herself as a "hero" of sorts in the eyes of those around her. It was only after she stole her signature weapon, the Volunta, and became involved with the Crimson World did her idealistic viewings become perverted.

Since she's acquired the Volunta, she's stopped aging physically and has devoted the rest of her existence to defending the world against the Crimson realm. Currently, she's set up a pawnshop in Sonomachi that also serves as a resting and meeting spot for weary travelers and fellow Chasers. It is aptly named the Dangeki Pawnshop and Suite. Not much is really known about her past from before, other than that she left her home town in search of a greater purpose.

Powers:

-Synthesis: Kusanagi retains only one unique power, and that is the ability to make others forget her existence. She can apply this in a number of ways, even in combat situations. She can appear and disappear in flashes of great speed and dodge attacks, not because she is ungodly fast but because she can make the enemy forget in brief moments what they are attacking. As such, it's not uncommon for onlookers to be amazed at her impossible feats when in reality, they are merely forgetting Kusanagi's existence in that time frame.

This gift of course must be monitored at all times. Synthesis is a power directly tied to Kusanagi's emotional output. Therefore, she must be careful, lest she accidentally erase her own existence from people's memories permanently. Fortunately, her existence can be replenished in worse case scenarios by utilizing the final function of her Volunta.

Skills:
-Expert swordsmanship, using a two-handed style

-Knowledge of the Crimson World

-Peak agility and stamina

-Mastery of her Synthesis

Weapons:
The Volunta is a Japanese chokuto with two three-barreled revolvers melded onto each side of the blade above the weapon's guard, with a dark blue coloring patterned on the hilt. The weapon can fire out short bursts of energy that can propel the user, giving them speed and distance. Furthermore, the melded guns can fire off shots of energy and the user can slice crescent waves at the enemy. Other than that, it's retains the functions of a regular sword.

Finally, Kusanagi possesses one final trick in her arsenal; a desperation attack where she charges forward and plunges the Volunta into an enemy's chest. The weapon will then drain that being's very existence away. However, the technique itself drains away her own existence if used, so she must ensure that her target gets taken out in with the move order to survive the attack.

Equipment:
-Hooded long coat that acts as a first line of defense, protecting her from fire and other weak magic

-A red pendant that serves no functional purpose

-Cellphone

Theme:

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~Lucille Ferris~

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"Strength is the only absolute configuration in this world."

[User]
Akuma was licking some of the blood off of his sword, when an interesting little Youkai came in. He instantly noticed that her original intention was of attacking him but something stopped her, which made him smile. The smile soon turned to a face of rage when she mentioned a Chaser, thinking a Chaser did what's outside. "You insult my art, my genius craftsmanship? There was no Chaser, only food for me" he began, slowing down as he licked his lips "Come to think of it, I'm still hungry and you look like you'd taste better than those weaklings outside" he finished.

Akuma stood up, chuckling, as he approached the female Youkai, his eye twitching with anticipation. Suddenly, someone entered as well, along with the sound of hissing snakes coming from the outside. The demon recognized this Youkai and knew she wasn't one to be taken lightly. "M'lady, what seems to be the interest that you have here? Or do you simply appreciate good art?" he said, with a smirk across his face, motioning towards the agonizing Youkai outside. Akuma laughed a little bit, keeping his eyes on this new Youkai that entered the home.

@Mcmolly

[Assistant]
Cinwi paused for a moment when the creepy Youkai admitted to the horrors outside. His grin had gone in place of a far less amused grimace, and she felt her heart leap in panic. This guy was fucking big, and meant fucking business. The suffering Youkai outside may not have been particularly strong, but they were plenty, and no matter who you were being outnumbered like that wasn't some obstacle to tackle easily. Wait, did he just say he wanted to eat her? Oh no. Not just no, fuck no. Brutal badass or not she wasn't about to take a threat like that lightly. Cinwi bared her teeth.

"Not if I take chunks out of you first, asshole," she hissed.

Before they could get down to it however, a great force surrounded the house. She could feel the pressure of a greater being around them, and if the way the freak creeped her out was nothing compared to this. It was then the girl entered, likewise bearing reptilian features, though to a visibly minor degree. That being said, the snakes were audible through the walls, and they must have been massive to sound so clear. The creep addressed her as if they were familiar, and Cinwi felt her stomach twist. Great, a potential second enemy. And she'd just gotten through surviving a close call earlier.

A low growl rumbled in Cinwi's throat as the snake lady approached, but she elected to say nothing. Fuck the big guy, she didn't want to make too wrong of a move against the one with the giant ass snakes.

@Javier

[User]
Something was wrong. Something was terribly, utterly, wrong. Kusanagi could sense it, her eyes flicking over to the front of her pawn shop. A quick scan confirmed that the darkness outside was just too potent for natural night. Then Eleanor was flung back into her windows, shattering glass onto the floor and earning a sigh from the pawnbroker.

She didn't even get the chance to warn her two companions before both Ikkime and Eleanor sprang into action, entering the darkness. Granted, they were professionals in what they did, pretty much senior Chasers at this point. Still, darkness this worrying only belonged to one other Youkai, besides that lazy chick at the music store.

"Jeez, this isn't going to look good on the store reviews," Kusanagi muttered to herself as she walked towards the dome of darkness, hands in her pockets. "Hey, any Chaser wanna help me clean this up?" she asked aloud, doubting her voice would even carry outside, let alone inside the dome.

As unholy forces drew near and converged on a single point between the boundary of the human realm and the Crimson Sky, one more presence made themselves known. Honestly, they were getting quite bored of the delays and so had decided to explore this world for herself.

Twirling a bright green parasol in hand, the lithe form strolled down the streets and into the shadows. The darkness had no bearing on her, as did most things in this world. What was she doing? The girl was simply taking a midnight's stroll.

Waiting for something of actual substance to happen.