[System]
Height: 170 cm | Weight: 59kg

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Age

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24 years

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Personality & History

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Ascelia is the no nonsense head of the Vizwhurz household, a long lineage of Germanic magus hunters from Central and Northern Europe. At first they used to serve as mercenaries in employment of the Church, in an analogous manner to the famous Swiss Guard. However, once opportunities dwindled, they joined the Association, most exclusively to work as Enforcers.

As is expected of the heirs most magus families, Ascelia didn't have that much of a carefree childhood. Because of that her mindset is pretty much a heavy militaristic one. She's someone that probably wouldn't know how to behave very well outside of her usual environment. As a consequence of this Ascelia didn't even put much mind into passing on her bloodline for the time being.

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Abilities

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Most of Ascelia training consisted of reinforcing her body to develop enormous amounts of strength, agility and toughness (for a human). Most of her family's magic methods focus on old Runic Magic, which Ascelia uses for further reinforcement, applying them to her clothes and throwing dagger-like Mystic Codes.

When in a pinch, Ascelia can make use of self-inflicted healing and berserk curses. They can cure all but a instantly fatal blow and allow her to keep on fighting at the expense of later damage to her body and magic circuits. Adding to her abilities, Ascelia possesses a couple of notable family heirlooms. The first is a magic ring craft as a anti-magecraft talisman which provides her with the equivalent of Magic Resistance D. The second is Tyr's Hand, a Conceptual Weapon embodying the sacrifice of the old god Tyr's hand to the fearsome beast Fenrir. Due to this, Ascelia's right hand has the power to slay any Magical Beasts of Phantasmal Rank and below, as well as similar creatures like most familiars. Theoretically this allows Ascelia to harm Beasts of superior rank as well, but she's unlikely to ever survive such a fight.

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Other

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Name: Atalanta
Class: Archer
Abilities:
* Strength: D
* Endurance: E
* Agility: A
* Mana: B
* Luck: C
* Noble Phantasm: C

Class Skills:
* Magic Resistance: D
* Independent Action: A

Personal Skills:
* Crossing Arcadia: B
* Aeshetics of the Last Spurt: C
* Calydonian Hunt: A
* Golden Apple: N/A

Noble Phantasms:
* Phoebus Catastrophe: Complaint Message on the Arrow

	+ Rank: B
	+ Type: Anti-Army
	+ Range: 2~50
	+ Maximum Number of Targets: 100 People
* Agrius Metamorphosis: Boar of Divine Punishment

	+ Rank: B+
	+ Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
	+ Range: 0
	+ Maximum Number of Targets: 1 Person

Personality:
Atalanta is has a very peculiar personality, fruit of her life experience in the Age of Gods. She can be, and most of the time is, very closed toward most people thanks to her being raised by animals, with little to no contact with humans. Acid remarks are not above her either and she could give you a chewing if need be.

She can, mellow out considerably in face of children and when enjoying herself on the wilderness, in fact, Atalanta would do do almost anything for the sake of children and the wilds.

Don't mistake her kindness for weakness. Atalanta is one of the most dangerous Hunters of the Age of the Gods, blessed by the Sibling Deities Apollo and Artemis, she can hit you with pinpoint accuracy A rank attacks in a starless night across an entire valley and her animal instincts and agility make her all but impossible to catch unguarded or keep up with on a skirmish over difficult terrain. With all these traits together, Atalanta is as good as one can expect that the Archer class can get.
Other: N/A

[User]
Saber - Arturia Pendragon

Saber rose to her feet, quietly raising her blade as she did. The boat had been overtaken, and the best course of action to take in this regard was to swiftly remove them. However, before she could begin her assault, she noticed Nero pointing out what was required for the use of this ship. She hesitated. If that was the case, perhaps it was better to subjugate these pirates, then make the terms of their defeat to man the ship itself. Saber nodded to herself, adjusting her grip on the hilt of her sword. Invisible Air suddenly seemed to flare, becoming a semi-visible whirlwind around her blade. No longer was it simply concealing her weapon, instead it was now acting as something of a club, the whirling Bounded Field condensed and energized to dull her blade.

"Then I will incapacitate them," Saber said, simply. With that, she sprang from the smaller boat, and landed in the midst of the pirates as they came streaming onto the deck. Sliding one foot outwards, she swung her sword in an arc. With a sound almost like the firing of a cannon, one of the pirates went flying, knocking another of his comrades to the ground before he hit the ground and rolled once, knocked senseless by the blow.

For a few moments, the pirates reeled back in shock. It wasn't exactly every day they were attacked by someone with far more recent armor and a whirlwind that sends its targets flying with each blow gripped in her hands.

@Raineh Daze@Rin

[Assistant]
Nobunobunobu

"Tch, using my True Name so easily and in front of people we can't fully trust. What kind of Master are you?" Rather irate that yet another person wasn't using her amazing moniker of Demon Archer and even gave away their true identities out in the open, the flaming skeleton whose form was obscuring Nobu's real appearance from the world took out an arquebus before pointing it towards the rapidly approaching maw of the serpent. Then two more guns lined to the side of the rifle held in the girl's hand, perfectly level with the weapon actually held physically before a resounding bang emanated out with the might of a thunder clap.

The three projectiles spewed forth rocketed forward with intense speed and power, Tenka Fubu empowering the strength behind the blow due to the fact that the sea serpent had a certain level of Mystery inherent in it as with all Phantasmal Beasts. In this Age of the Gods, one such as Demon Archer would be at her strongest point in a very ironic twist. "After I kill it, someone better be able to make it into either sashimi or unagi depending on what the meat is like. I've never tasted sea serpent before."

[User]
Atalanta  "Tsc," Atalanta clicked her tongue just as the other Archer spoke. "That is an awfully bad attitude. You cannot blame Keisuke for treating you equally to the rest of us. If nothing else, a true Heroic Spirit would be flattered to have their name recognized and spoken," the leonine Archer lectured her peer, seeping the typical pride of a Heroic Spirit from the Age of the Gods.

The discussion about the worthy of Hero's name had to wait though. Soon enough, they were attacked by a Sea Serpent. They had to take it down while Medea kept the ship on course with her wind magic. Nobunaga opened fire first, the thunderous roaring of her rifles, was enough to bring a frown out of Atalanta, who could never understand why mankind abandoned the gracious bounty of Apolo and Artemis and surrendered themselves to such loud and dirty weapons like firearms. That said, she didn't have the time for such musings at the moment.

With a quick swipe of her hand, Atalanta summoned her goddess' bow, nocking a pair of arrows to it. She didn't have time for a full draw, so a killing shot wasn't likely to happen. With that in mind, Atalanta positioned her bow in the horizontal and shot, aiming for the beast's eyes. They didn't necessarily have to kill it. Just compelling the beast to run would be fair enough.

After her first shot, Atalanta turned to Medea and asked, "Did you not say that the Gods cannot exert their influence upon the world? Why is it that one of Poseidon's beasts attacked us as soon as we left the port?" Atalanta didn't want to sound like she was doubting Medea again —there was no point in that— but this situation smelled fishy; Atalanta didn't even need to have a lion's nose to notice that.

[Assistant]
Kumozaki Keisuke

The giant sea serpent roared in pain as Nobunaga's bullets pierced through its scales, causing blood to spew forth onto the deck as it continued its rush forward. The momentum of the beast might have ordinarily caused it to crash into the boat right then and there, but the combined force of both the bullets and arrows caused enough of a backlash to prevent that. Instead, the serpent reared back, one of its eyes now blinded by Atalanta's arrows as it hissed at them. With a deafening screech, the creature glared at the two Archers with its one remaining eyes before diving back under the water. At this point, Keisuke frowned and glanced off the edge of the boat where it had gone under before returning to the center of the deck.

"It's probably not gone yet; be careful. Actually, I'm worried that the blood might attract other creatures here, if they act anything like sharks..." he trailed off, his stance relaxing before a sudden jolt from beneath the ship caused the vessel to jump a few feet into the air.

"Damn, it's smarter than I thought it would be," he cursed, watching as the trail of blood from the sea serpent grew longer and longer as time passed. "Do either of you have any way of taking down underwater opponents, or do we need to find another way to bait it out?"

While Keisuke was attempting to figure out a solution to their current situation, Medea sighed and shook her head.

"Gods not being able to influence is not the same as their creations simply wreaking havoc, nor would it have any equivalence if a mortal, by some miracle, took their power for themselves. I said it myself, didn't I? On my trip over, I had to deal with a great number of these things; it slowed down my travel time dramatically, though I made it through in the end. Do not underestimate my willpower, dear Archer," she stated as another hit from the creature shook the boat.

"...Hm. The bottom of the ship is reinforced, but if that thing manages to hit us at the correct angle, we may capsize..."

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Ozymandias
"Hm? Oh, a crew, is it? I would rather not throw my lot in with wanton criminals, but you may be onto something in conscripting them," Ozymandias said, thoughtfully nodding his head with one hand on his chin. One of the drunks took that moment to attempt to attack him, but Ozymandias simply whacked him in the face with his staff before turning towards Nero and nodding. "Very well. We shall disable the drunkards and force negotiations upon the sober."

It was at this point that the captain, a rather rough-looking man with a semi-shaven beard, stormed out from the lower decks. His jaw dropped as he watched his crew members drop like flies (or be flung off into the ocean), but only for a few moments before he screamed out.

"Alright, alright, you drunken bastards! Anyone else who gets flung off this boat isn't getting back on!" he roared, anger in his eyes before pointing his weapon—a long spear of no notable make—at the group of Servants wreaking havoc. "Well? What business do you have with us? Did those idiots from town send you to deal with us?"

"Not the town, but more along the lines of... We need a vessel to travel to Greece. Our benefactor claimed that this was his ship, and so we simply came to recapture it from you heathens," Ozymandias calmly replied, glaring at the captain with his staff firmly in hand.

"Heathens, huh? Cocky, aren't you? Well, I did find it strange that this boat was completely empty and floating out on the sea, but the crew didn't seem to mind. Well, whatever; I'm not an idiot. I can tell you lot have the advantage. Well, what do you want? Treasure? Women? Our heads?"

"While the second item you suggested worries me more than it should, all we require for the moment is your cooperation in bringing this vessel where we need to travel. If you follow our directions, you may remain alive. Is that clear?"

"A threat, huh? What if we refuse?"

"Then may Ammut judge your hearts a suitable snack on your journey to the Underworld."

"So death, huh? Damn, I can't see any way around this. Alright, we're going, then!"

With those negotiations complete, the remaining passengers on the dinghy were brought up onto the deck and, after a few moments of the pirate captain walking around and knocking a few heads together, the vessel set off to sail the sea.

@Grey Star@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Rin

[User]
Nobunobunobu

Turning the blackened skull's sockets burning balefully with red embers towards Atalanta, the skeleton that was Nobunaga's facade simply looked rather incredulous despite the lack of any facial muscles or skin. "Well, we're dealing with witches... even someone like I know that true names are not something to be bandied around easily in their presence." Moving towards the railings and staring into the see, the burning effigy of a human's support frame simply blazed all that hotter at Keisuke's words. "Witch, is it possible to bind the serpent tailing us with your crafts if we can pound away at it enough? If we can make it pull our ship, it'll get us moving all that faster and maybe scare away the small fry." Putting her outside the box thinking to good use, the charred black skeleton clattered in a spine-tingling laughter.

[Assistant]
Atalanta  Atalanta shuddered when Nobunaga addressed Medea as a Witch. It didn't matter how fitting that moniker was, calling the one that was guiding their path in such a derogative manner was not the right choice to make, especially when said guide was known for mercilessly cutting down even her own family. In the end, the sea serpent was a much bigger problem; Atalanta decided to leave Nobunaga to suffer whatever fate she had to, after spiting the most spiteful mortal woman of the Age of the Gods and concentrate on the matters at hand.

"You are lucky that bow fishing is one of my specialties," Atlanta said as she climbed railing over the ship's bow. "Medea, make us go as fast as you can and, Keisuke, take the helm and turn us to starboard with your all. I' going to end the beast's suffering with my best shot. The journey on that boat may have been bitter; however, we cannot let whoever is behind this think that they can defeat an Argonaut while we are at the sea," she said to the purple-dressed Caster and her Master. Even if the experience she had during the Argo's journey was about as bad as it gets, the skill to fight in open seas still hadn't left her.


[System]
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.

Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls

Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)

Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)

Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.

At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.

A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).

The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.

Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.

Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.

She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.

History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.

At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.

Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.

The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.

Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles.

[User]
Nikolai Arkaden

Some new people began to crowd the hall. One girl was screaming, others were confused. The screaming made him concerned, it was certainly Russian. A taller guy walked up to Nikolai and the girl and put himself between them. The young man asked the girl to calm down before he turned to Nikolai and asked if he spoke English. Nikolai was confused for a second, this guy spoke English with an American accent. Nikolai closed his mouth and tried to remember what little English he'd learned in school.

"Da, little bit..." Nikolai said calmly, he crossed his arms and looked around the bigger guy at the girl he'd been yelling at. He wanted to keep yelling at her but didnt bother, this new guy had his attention. Screaming from the Russian girl continued, Nikolai was growing concerned. Presently he only knew of one other Russian in this place and would be comfortable having someone he was capable of confiding in, purely in his mother tongue.

"Where in hell are we?" Nikolai said, he uncrossed his arms and walked down the hall to the door of the room where the girl was screaming in Russian. She was on the floor, another girl with her. The screaming girl was small, pale skin, black hair, blue eyes and she had scales retracting from around her face. Nikolai wanted to be freaked out but then understood what this place was. It was a gathering of freaks. He planted his feet and looked directly at the Russian girl.

"Вставай, это не время плакать!" (Come on! This is no time to cry!) He ordered and walked back to the tall guy, "You have idea where we are? I come from Sverdlovsk, Russia. Your accent is American, yes?"

[Assistant]
Abel "Abe" Parker

Abel watched as the Russian guy came back after speaking - err, yelling at another Russian speaker. What the heck? Were they in Russia? He sized the guy, noting his Mohawk that touched an inch or two above Abel's head. Two Russians? The first guy he'd heard speak had used an English accent. Russians, Brits, and Americans?

"Yeah, American." He said touching his finger to his chest indicating himself. He waved his hands to the other kids in the hallway. "They-" He said, looking back to the Russian. "America and England. I don't know where we are." He said, trying to reciprocate his thoughts to the guy. "You appeared there." He pointed to him and emphasized "appeared." He touched his forehead. "I see in my head." He marched to the door to the room the Russian girl was in. He pointed to her, then rubbed the skin on his arm. "Her skin changed." He said, then motioned to the other kids.

"Maybe- them - everyone. Everyone has powers." He said, searching the kid's eyes for any sign of understanding. He swept his bangs back against his head and blew a puff of air, feeling the stress of this situation.

[User]
Irina Ivanov

Irina had been on the verge of slapping the Russian guy in front of her but another young man intervened when she least expected. She stared at the taller of the two and listened to the on-going conversation of them trying to figure out where they were and how they came to be, as well as why they were there.

The dark haired girl stood there as she listened to the tall guy that stated he was American and gasped once it clicked in her head what he was getting at. She acknowledged that the appearing guy had said he was from Russia, but she chose to remain quiet about that.

"Um. American?" she spoke to the tall guy again, not having gotten his name before. ""What if that is not true for everyone?" Her accent was quite prominent but her English was fairly well. If she tried, she could probably hide her accent but at the moment, trying to fit in was not in her agenda. Especially if all of these other people had 'powers'. She didn't have powers. She heard her occasional voices, but that was normal wasn't it? Her mother said so. Her mother heard voices as well. Or at least she would tell Irina that she would.

At that moment, she could hear what was going through most, if not all the minds around.

Confusion. Stress. Anger. Fear. Lack of familiarity.

"I'm... My name is Irina." Trying to help with the lack of familiarity.

Her eye contact broke from the tall guy to begin looking around the hallway they were in. There were others that had, instead of coming over to the sounds of panic, had gone off into the direction to the 'cafeteria'. "What if they know something?"

@HellHoundWoof

[Assistant]
They poured into the hallway. One after the other; kids. Boys and girls her age just standing looking baffled and in various states of disarray.

Everything seemed to drain away as if the very air had gone out of the hall. Mara blinked as she took in the scene around her as everyone froze in place.'Oh..' her mind numbly muttered as the reality set in but as soon as the pieces clicked the world popped back into play. And when she meant popped it literally popped as a boy appeared literally out of thin air.

She managed a startled cry as suddenly the hallway exploded in chaos as a girl kicked at the boy. Strings of foreign language echoed in the hall as Mara felt her heart leap back into her throat and firmly lodge there. Why were they speaking...whatever it was they were speaking? Russian? She wasn't sure; she wasn't fluent in any language other than English. What if she was in another country? Who knows how long she was out? Her eyes wildly darted around until they settled on a sign written in English. For some reason it offered her a bit of small comfort. Pushing off from the wall Mara hesitated; what was she to do? Part of her wanted to interject at the two screaming as she would do with her siblings but what if they didn't understand her?

In her hesitation another boy the hall rushed forward, "Hey, calm down!" He said, trying to put some distance between them. Part of her felt relived he had stepped in. At least someone was willing to to put a stop to it. "You speak English?" He asked. Her brows arched slightly as she waited for an answer. If everyone could find at least a common tongue things might go a little smoother. Suddenly her attention shifted as another boy passed her. Seemingly nonplussed by the chaos that had erupted around them. Shooting him a curious glace as he carefully picked his way around the throng of people and slipped around the corner, 'Okay, not weird at all.'

"I'm... My name is Irina."

'Ah, shit.' She had missed something. The smaller girl seemed to know English though her accent was thick. By this point she felt rattled. The constant ebb and flow of adrenaline had left her feeling shaken. Her throat burned as she tried to swallow. She needed something to drink. Mara shifted backwards looking at the numbers on the doors. Which room was hers again? Shoot. She had been so wrapped up in shock she didn't pay attention to what room she had emerged from. 'Seven?' The door wasn't too far from where she was and the door still stood slightly ajar. At this point she wasn't fully sure she cared if it was the right or the wrong room as she more or less stumbled in.

'Oh..' her mind mumbled what she could not as she came face to face with a young girl. She didn't look to be more than ten and with tears in her eyes Mara felt her heart lurch. The faces of her siblings flashed before her. How will they fair without her? She could feel tears burn in her eyes but quickly blinked them away, "Are you OK?"

Her voice was stronger but still harsh. She didn't want to frighten the girl though she was sure she wasn't exactly pleasant to look at. Nervously she ran her fingers through her hair; peeling off the matted pieces that had dried to her forehead. Yeah, she was definitely a little rough looking.

[User]
Myriam Riley Cassedy had frozen on the spot when suddenly chaos let loose. More and more teenagers dropped out of their rooms and onto the white hallway. What has been a few voices turned into a mess of them, some people were yelling in what seemed to be Russian. A boy dropped to the floor and held his head as though having a major headache. Myriam's heart race began to quicken. This scene didn't look much like a safe spot for runaway children. No one here seemed to be very calm. Wait. Someone that could be described as calm moved carelessly down the hallway and followed a sign reading cafeteria. Myriam frowned in confusion. The chaos was making her uneasy, her heart raced and her need to go and hide in a quiet place grew with each heartbeat. But this boy just simply walked towards the cafeteria?

As hungry as the blonde was, eating was not on her list at the moment. She looked around for any help, any big sign on the walls that read "here you can find answers", but nowhere seemed to be anything. So she decided to find the next way out to get some fresh air and some silence. She didn't wanna go through this alone, but at the momental stage of almost-panic and being overwhelemed by all the voices, she could not think straight and just wanted to get out.

So she made her way down the hallway, hoping to find a way out of this building quickly. Air, she needed air.


[System]
Species: Drifloon

Gender: Female

Moves:
— Gust (Flying / Special)
— Astonish (Ghost / Physical)
— Payback (Dark / Physical)
— Tailwind (Flying / Status)

Bio: To Levita, she was born into the most awesome and coolest family she had ever met. Her mother was Saniri, a Chandeleur, and her father was Sirus, a Drifblim, the latter which was a renowned explorer. She also had an older brother, Cobust, which was at first a Litwick at youth, then a Lampent when he was older. Sirus simply claimed that her brother's evolutionary line had a faster pace...though Levita saw that as only a lie to make her feel confident about herself, and she continuously envied her older brother throughout her youth, who seemed to always be one step ahead of her. Once he evolved, the Drifloon sword that she was going to work as hard as she can to surpass her brother, no matter the cost.

But other than her rivalry of her elder sibling, Levita loved the fame that went along with her father. Whenever Sirus had the time, Levita would always persuade her father to do a Shadow Ball, a Stockpile and Spit Up, and occasionally his special Thunderbolt move. Every time, she would be astonished by her father's flashy moves, and often try to copy it herself with failure. At night, Saniri would tell her wonderful stories from wandering evil Pokemon having their life force sucked out of them, or of spiritual possessions and Yamask's secrets. To Levita, little went wrong with her life, and she couldn't be happier.

Until she realized the harsh reality of life. Levita finally realized how intolerant and cynical Pokemon could be; there was always news of some bandit capturing this, someone stealing that. Tragedy had struck the family as well, as Levita's father Sirus, who she always idolized, had suddenly disappeared on one of his journeys, which sent Levita, Cobust, and their remaining mother into a depression; from depression came determination, however. Both Levita and Cobust had decided to continue on their father's legacy of explorers — Levita was convinced that her father was dead and wanted to gain the fame her father had wanted, while Cobust wanted to investigate on their father's disappearance by joining into a powerful guild — Levita did not know which guild it was, but it was certain they were going to be traveling down different paths. With what she could carry with her light weight, Levita went off to be an independent explorer, who generally took up jobs any time, anywhere, while remaining unaffiliated with any guild.

And even after this period of time, Levita still had a long way to build up the fame her father had...but she was going to achieve that goal no matter what. With her cheery attitude and her street-smarts, Levita was going to rise.

Appearance: Levite does not appear very different from other Drifloons; the only few visual differences are the ends of her strands, which appear like rounded triangles instead of hearts, and the cloud fluff on her head, which is light grey instead of white.

Differences: Drifloon has inherited one of her several family's moves, Tailwind, which increases the user's speed, from some unknown line. She will evolve into a Drifblim, though it may be later than usual.

(Trivia:
— Levita often daydreams and sketches with her tiny notebook in her belt-satchel.
— Levita can navigate in a directional fashion using her Tailwind and Gust.
— Levita likes scaring other explorers on the road, which often brings her trouble.)

[User]
"Oh," I say to Levita, withdrawing the Chesto Berry and holding it in my hand. "I guess I'll just eat it myself… actually, wait, no, that's a bad idea… You still didn't sleep all day, did you? Or do you not need to sleep at all? I'll just save it for later." I listen to what the Goomy has to say, wondering why I haven't heard of something so ridiculously important as I think about what to do. I notice the Nidoran emanating a really intense feeling of despair towards me, and I use Confusion to move the Pichu slightly to the right, diverting his attack from the Nidoran, and Teleport between the two of them. I noticed that Levita's Tailwind move blew my hair around in a way that I thought was pretty cool, and I think I should tell her to do that more often later.

 "Okay, okay," I say to the two of them, trying desperately to keep a straight face and not break out laughing as I hold up both of my arms as a way of telling them to stop. "Let me try and shed some light on the possibilities here; what we all really need to do is… lighten up..." I snicker and grin at my puns before calming down myself. that should soften them up a bit, one way or another…

 "All puns aside, though," I reason, "There's a lot of problems with this whole situation. First off, like Levita said, I highly doubt that this necklace is the real deal. If this Light Orb is really that important, then why would this lady here just waltz into a guild full of tough adventurers like us and just wear it around her neck like that? She's either toting a fake, or she's not very bright, and I highly doubt the latter. Also, Static, if you want to recharge these orbs or whatever, you should probably just slow down for a moment and try to reason with her instead of just trying to trap her here and take it from her. That's kind of a jerkish thing to do." I have to admit that this is still kind of confusing, though. But maybe if I manage to make everyone stop hitting each other, I can glean something more out of this...

[Assistant]
-Chip-
I sensed them chase each other more, and I got angry. "WHAT DID CHIP JUST SAY TO YOU? NO. CHASING," I yell at the pichu and nidoran before the pichu attacks the nidoran. Levita immediately jumps in and tries to talk some sense into them, but peace is NOT the answer! Not for these type, anyway. I jump in and use sand attack on the pichu, who was probably going to win the fight if Rebecca and I hadn't jumped in. I listen to Rebecca and her lecture, and I look at the goomy. "Is he friend of yours? He not good friend. You should not be friends with bad pichu like him," I say to it before turning back and using Harden, just in case it was going to retaliate like it did with the nidoran.
-William-
I noticed Bonnie begin to get nervous as we got closer to the mansion. She mentioned something about a stash of warp seeds and I look around. "Well, maybe whoever owns that mansion found your warp seeds. Besides, if you hid it and you remembered it was somewhere around here, then you should be able to remember exactly where it was. Where was the last place you put them?" I ask, beginning to look with her. I felt like either the heat was getting to her, or she had something to do with the owner of the mansion, because she looked like she was sweating bullets. I was able to find a red gummi while I was searching, though, so that was a bonus.

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Josh, Matt, Celes, and Spruce all went down to the mess hall together. Once they got there, Spruce stopped for a moment, asking what happened to Anthony. For some reason, he'd assumed that he was kicked off the team.
"Anthony never got kicked off the team. He just woke up before Matt and I did." Josh said. "He's probably looking for a mission for us to do or something."

 They appeared to be serving Chesto Berries today. Josh and Matt each took one, and sat down at one of the tables.
"So, anyway, there's been a few changes to our team since the last time we ran into each other." Josh said. "Hex left the team a while back. I'm not sure where she went, though. We've also recruited a new teammate. A Sableye named Xeno."

[Assistant]
Levita stopped and turned back to Anthony, nearly sputtering out in shock. The Goomy could say all he wants, but the idea is still there; the orbs were basically weapons of mass destruction. It sounded insane, but she doubted that he would intentionally make up stories, otherwise Static won't be so riled up about it.

As for Static and the Nidoran, she didn't feel like intervening, not when there's electricity involved. The Thundershock narrowly missed her, adding to her reluctance. "Hey, watch out there, Reb! I don't...do very well with discharges," she warned, moving away from the two. "And, you know, trying to attack a Nidoran possessing said so-called Light Orb isn't a very good idea if you're trying to preserve the balance of the world."

The balloon Pokémon sighed. "It's just a big misunderstanding, all right? How about we interrogate her, without bringing the whole place down, and see what is going on here? Where are the other orbs? And are there any particular big-bad villain who wants to possess that?" she asked Anthony again...hey, if there's weapons of mass destruction involved, there definitely is someone who wants it for their own benefit.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Calm, not easily angered, Alexandra believes in stability and order above all else. She finds warfare and violence distasteful, though she will still engage it in necessary. To those who have earned a friendship with her, she will stand with them to the end when they are in need. To those who aren't she is a position of stability, to be respected and feared for her position.

Resolute once she has made her mind up, she doesn't mind the scheming of her underlings, so long as it doesn't result in open fighting. She likes her peace, and she will keep it.
Bio: Alexandra has lived in Aurora her whole life. Originally only an average girl, she grew up as a single child in a moderately well off family, one that had made itself useful as part of the government. There was resentment as a result, but that never seemed to be an issue, and Alexandra enjoyed a relatively peaceful childhood. The concerns of Witches and magical girls were none of hers, beyond how it impacted her life.

That all changed with an attempted assassination and a crackdown, purges running through the government as supposed traitors were eliminated. Her father was caught up in them, and the purges themselves only served to further opposition. Alexandra's peaceful life was shattered, and she found herself increasingly isolated. And with that hardship, when Kyubey approached her, she took the deal, and became a magical girl. Her life restored itself, her father returned, but things wouldn't be the same for her.

She worked her way through the ranks from the bottom up, proving herself as a fighter, and as someone competent, as she rose in the process. It was during this time that she met Caroline, and they established a firm friendship that would last to the present. She also met Kolya, though he would not join until later.

Eventually, she made her move. Drawing on a coalition of nobles and lower ranking magical girls, she staged a coup and overthrew the cities old leadership, placing herself in power. Land and positions were doled out to supporters, and she went about restoring stability to the city, cracking down on organized crime, as well as open conflict. Since then she has enforced peace, preventing encroachment by her neighbors and keeping things under control. The Shadow Compact has been pushed back, and she is very much satisfied with the way things have been maintained. It is a state of affairs she plans to have endure for some time.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority
Skills: Diplomacy, Administration, Singing, Proficiency with her magical girl abilities
Weapons: None
Other: Nothing

Magical Girl Section:

Magical Girl Appearance:

Wish: "I wish things would just go back to the way they were."
Weapons: She wields a magical Great Sword, that can also shift into a kite shield.
Powers: Gravitic manipulation. She can alter the affect of gravity on any object she touches, making her able to effectively render any object weightless if she so desires it, or as heavy as a neutron star (Though that would take an incredible amount of power, and it would atop the second she let go.) She can also use this power on herself.

[User]
Eponine certainly had set herself up for a difficult task, with no leads to go on besides those she had already reported to Maria. There were methods she could follow if she wanted, such as staking out Witches Barriers and waiting for a magical girl to arrive, but that would be time consuming, and there was no guarantee that the person she was looking for would ever show up at all.

But that would have to wait for a moment as her phone rang, caller id revealing who it was. It would be Adrian, one of the higher ranking people in the militia she had created to help her fight Witches. It was a group that undeniably took losses, but he had been one of the better ones at surviving it all, and if he was calling, then it had to be important.

That was revealed soon enough to her, once she had answered the phone. "Hey boss, remember that effigy thing with the grief seed people've been talking about? Well, some rogue magical girl decided to bust through one of the checkpoints into the city a little while ago. Thought you might want to know."

---

The Shadow Compact were not the easiest group to find, as Chloe would be able to attest to as she made her way through Aurora. They worked underground, were deeply suspicious of magical girls or collaborators, and took precautions accordingly. Then again, as someone who had managed to work herself into a partnership with that organization, she would know as much, and have planned accordingly to deal with it, especially when moving on to a new area.

Her knowledge would guide her along in her search for Compact assistance, directing her away from downtown and towards the rougher areas, the places that had missed out on the economic development present, and were home to crime, poverty, and dirty dealings. The places that one would usually find the Mafia, and where government control was weakest.

That wasn't to say that they Compact didn't operate in nicer parts of Aurora, because they did, but it would be easier to find a safe house in one of the less important (from the perspective of the government) neighborhoods. But for someone like her, ferreting out a safehouse shouldn't be that hard.

[Assistant]
Maria changed once again into something darker and brooding as she started to speak. "Indeed. We become nothing but screams of despair in the air, to be violently taken and then thrown away by those with purpose, scattered to the winds and consumed by strangers. To live without hope is to accept all the pain you have endured as having been for naught, to throw away any semblance of human will and to welcome complete oblivion."

Maria realized what she was saying and reverted back to her 15-year-old self. "Oh, I was starting to talk silly stuff. Never mind that, Fantine. I'll be at the study now, so don't disturb unless it's something important."

She turned her wheelchair around and headed for the study. It was a room with shelves packed to the brim with books of all sorts of topics and genres. However, she rarely read them; her main use for the room was in the green laptop she had sitting on a small table at the center of the room. Once she closed the room, she began to work on the various sheets and profiles she had already open on it, from small things such as grief seed farming charts to bigger files like intelligence she has collected on the city and the areas outside it. With nothing else to do, she continued working on it, managing and scheming with no set difference.

[User]
"Track her, but keep a safe distance," Eponine ordered, "We want this one...alive. And unharmed, as much as possible." Eponine hopped in the jeep that had taken her here and ordered the soldier to drive her to the checkpoint. Speaking to the survivors, Eponine was able to glean a general idea of what this rogue looked like, as well as her magical weapon. What was troubling, but nonetheless expected due to the need to conserve magic, was the fact that the rogue seemed not to have revealed what her magical ability was. Apparently the rogue had also been shot in the leg, if she didn't use magic to heal the wound, she should be hobbling at a slower pace, but if she did use magic, she might be more desperate to find a grief seed. Eponine asked if the trail was still hot. She wiped blood from her mouth with her forearm, noticing that, once again, she had bitten the inside of her mouth without noticing.

"Understood, Lady Maria," Fantine replied, letting Maria head off to her library. However, Maria's words made Fantine worry more about Eponine, so she quickly dried the tears that had started welling up at the corners of her eyes. Certain that she was no longer visibly sad, she headed down to the kitchen to help out with chores.

[Assistant]
Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs.

After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches.

Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here.

"Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"

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By the time Eponine arrived at the checkpoint in question, she would find most of the affair over, medics taking care of the injured men while a clean up crew dealt with the property damage. Of that there was very little this time, though that was not always the case in these sorts of things. Given what the apparent intent was, it wasn't unreasonable though.

She'd find Adrian there already, a tall man with black hair and more than his share of battle scars, a former mercenary that had joined up with her. He was of a particular breed, but that made him very good at what he did. "Hey Boss," he said with a nod, glancing over to the men getting treated currently, pitying them just a bit for what they had suffered. "Everything was all settled by the time I got here. You can talk to them if you want, but at this point we don't have any leads. They're looking, but given that it was a magical girl, there isn't much hope for picking up her trail."

He shrugged, a hand resting on the pistol strapped to his waist. "Still, none of the other checkpoints have reported seeing her, so odds are that she's still in this section of the city, unless she happens to have some kind of illusion magic." It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

---

There were currently two men present in the safehouse that Chloe had found herself at, one the doctor who had patched hr up, and the other one of the men who worked with the Compact, and someone decently important, in terms of this local cell. Luckily, the doctor had had it easy given the nature of his patient, and it hadn't taken much work to deal with the wounds she had received. Now she could spend the time to heal up, if she so wanted.

The safehouse was a bit small, more cozy than anything, and it was certainly well stocked with food, weapons, medical supplies, and the like. From the outside it would look like a place to be avoided, but inside it wasn't too bad. Then again, given its purpose that probably wasn't a surprise.

The contact, Oscar, a pretty average fellow who preferred to look that way, with close cropped brown hair and casual garb to match, sighed as he watched Chloe from his position, leaning against a counter top. "Yeah yeah, so you say. And you had the code words, and the name drops to get in here. But we didn't survive this long simply on blind faith." He watched her with thinly veiled distrust, not that he'd have much of a chance if she actually tried to do anything. It was a reminder that not even her nominal allies trusted her all that much. "SO what's your plan now that you're here? They're going to be looking for you."

---

The knowledge of all the plans Maria had was generally well confined, as was to be expected from someone like her. While there might have been rumors, there was no solid proof to accompany them, and as long as that remained the case it seemed that she would be allowed to make her plots in peace and security. Certainly rumors were not enough to act on, at least under the current ruler of Aurora. In the past that might have been another matter, but that was not the present moment.

For some time she would be undisturbed, until a voice spoke to her in her head, a familiar tone that she may have viewed with some disdain, yet that also served a valuable purpose, here and elsewhere. Hello Maria Goethe, Kyubey said as he emerged from around a corner as if by magic itself, which it was in all likelihood. You appear to be well.


[System]
Appearance: As a second-generation chimera, this guy is ugly. He still has four eyes (two of which are compound prey eyes, two of which are humanoid predatory eyes), his skin is somewhat chitinous (it has a slight sheen to it, it has less "give" or stretchiness than human skin, it feels somewhat hard, and has a very pale blue tint to it), and he has a secondary pair of smaller arms located about half a foot below his regular arms. To accommodate this, his shoulders are broader than average, resulting in his torso having the basic shape of an inverted triangle. His hair is short and black, though it is more akin to the spines on a hedgehog. He has no ears, just a foldable membrane designed to help keep his ear-holes from being plugged with debris. However, he can flare this membrane out to look somewhat like an ear. An eldritch, chitinous, tiny ear.

He's about 7'3" tall, and weighs just over 400 pounds. Standing with his arms resting at his side, he's around 3-feet wide across the shoulders. For reference, that's nearly twice as wide at the shoulder as the average male. Part of this is absolutely owed to his altered body structure, but even at his lower arms, which are closer together, he's quite a bit wider than your average person.

Age: 20

Species: 2nd-Generation Dragonfly chimera

Gender: Male

Occupation: 1st year student

Personality: Not. Friendly. Always alert. Doesn't like being touched. Not many people bother to learn beyond that. He has little in the way of loyalty or desire for friends, and likely seems like a sociopath to those who don't try to get to know him. He's not a sociopath, he just hates people and interacting with people, to the point where he actively discourages it.

Openness to Experience: 15
Neuroticism: 65
Agreeableness: 5
Extroversion: 5
Conscientiousness: 90

Attributes:

Strength: 9
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 8
Agility: 3
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 2
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 2

Magic Type Preference: Physical Enhancement

Innate Magic Talent: Alteration of physical attributes (primarily weakening and strengthening). He uses this mostly to augment his already-amazing fighting talent, moving faster than somebody with his body has any right to, and hitting better and harder than would be considered possible for anything other than a first-gen chimera or monster. While he can technically alter the existence of other beings, his poor affinity for Vision and Compromise make this somewhat difficult against anybody, or anything, with real training or discipline.

Interests: Training, Fighting, Exercising, Sparring
Skills: Fighting, Survivalism, some cooking, Hunting, Shooting, Swordsmanship

Biography: L'ilisht was born two a pair of 1st-generation chimeras. As one might imagine, those parents are no longer among the living, having been the targets of the hatred, pity, or disgust of most of the living things on this planet. Monsters killed his parents, along with quite a few other first-gens living in a small village West of Mordhaben's. He was around 4 when this happened.

At 8 he killed his first monster with an old shotgun he'd found. 10-gauge slug to the head will put most things down, as it turns out. Now, the recoil damn near broke his arms, mind you, but the damn thing died.

Over time, he slowly headed East, taking shelter where he could with and traveling with the few survivors of the village who stuck together. They were the ones who gave him his name, as bringing a large, withdrawn, broody little child was a bit more of a hassle than they wanted, but they weren't monsters, some might say ironically.

Eventually, they settled near Mordhaben's, managing to get by while L'ilisht trained with magic and with martial equipment, eventually to the point where he decided that hunting monsters wasn't what he wanted to do with all of his time. Even if he spent the rest of his life making up for those years on the run by fighting, hunting, and killing monsters, he'd prefer to be better at what he was doing.

Equipment: 10-gauge shotgun (loaded with slugs), .357 revolver, claymore, monster-hunting armor (akin to half-plate from DnD)

[User]
MARK

Under normal circumstances Mark would have passionately interrupted the improvised PDA session in front of him in the name of proper student conduct. A notebook with a mysterious message stole his attention, however. His eyes looked towards the owner and her confused face. COULD IT BE, SHE KNOWS THAT MY THROAT IS DEFEATED RIGHT NOW!? Of course, that would explain why she opted to greet him by writing. The ruckus around him was especially loud for the chimera and his canine ears were giving off the occasional sting of pain, but the question that sat in front of him demanded all of his focus.

What are you doing.

No question mark or follow up or anything of the sort, just a neutral quartet of words that caught him staring at them and decided to stare back harder. Mark gulped nervously, wincing after his sore throat reminded him why that was a bad idea. He began to furiously write.

Mark's handwriting was neat and orderly, with every exclusively capital letter being created with such immense pressure on the paper that it was more accurate to say that he was carving the words instead of writing them. A stick figure soldier absentmindedly appeared as he brainstormed the second portion of the response. In the end, he wanted to know who this girl was and how she knew his throat was unusable. Incredibly powerful magic perhaps? He carefully returned the notebook with the face of someone furiously in thought.

[Assistant]
Rikka Kishimoto

@HokumPocus
Location
Cafeteria

What even was this dog boy. She obviously was weirded out by the looks of him and how he was acting but to give that surprised and excited look back at her was definitly scaring her. Was he excited getting to talk to her? She had never seen someone so excited as him when they first met. Did he like her?! Was he thinking about boy stuff!? Weren't dogs like sex machines that would try to get babies with everything they would see?! Rikka was shivering in fear at the thoughts of it. Her eyes showed Mark a look of being terrified.

Mark however had been writing a message back to Rikka in her book while she was freaking out over nothing. When Rikka came back from planet Rikka her gaze lowered back to her notebook lying on the table. She shook her head a little before turning the book back to her to see what it said. Firstly she noticed the cute drawing of a stickman figure that seemed to belong to the military. The text however was nonsense. She blinked for a moment before looking up at the dog boy in yet again confusion. Her left eye was softly twitching as she thought about how he had changed the subject this dramatically by telling his goal while she hadn't even asked that.

For some reason the boy had tried to push his pen through the pages of her notebook the whole time he had been writing. How smart was this boy? Rikka flipped onto the next page where to her annoyance the text could still be seen deeply engraved into the pages for atleast ten pages more. It was better for him not to write before she ran out of paper.

'My name is Rikka, what is yours? You don't have to write everything down if you don't want too ^-^'

With a still somewhat confused face she showed him the notebook again as reply to his previous message. It was better to ignore what he had said before since it had nothing to do with their conversation right now.

[User]
Bawen

Bawen felt his eyes quiver with a sudden flash of pain, a small pitious groan escaping him for a second. His head felt like murder, and he doubted he looked much better. It was strange, a moment ago he felt exhausted, but otherwise fine. Perhaps not eating since he left home was starting to affect him? He lifts his head from the table, resigning himself to get some food before looking to his immediate left, catching sight of Mark. "Ah..." He grunts wordlessly, now keenly aware of what had spiked his agitation.

 "Though..." He thinks, brow furrowing as his glare intensifies,  "The half-breed has at least learned how to shut his noise hole in the last twenty four hours." He watches as a human girl hands the dog-boy a note pad, glare easing slightly as he realizes frenzied thrashings that followed resulted in barely passable text. "Ye Gods...its literate." he says quietly, actually shocked the chimera had the capacity. That his penmanship was better than Bawen's was a revelation that went purposefully unaired.

He debated for a moment of stopping the exchange, but decided against it, unable to summon forth the energy. He couldn't really read the notepad from his angle, and judging by the humans reaction, whatever impropriety Mark had spewed forth was more baffling than offensive.

Instead he turns to Magnhild, the only familiar face he was willing (or permitted, as was the case with Rikka) to speak with. "It's Voll right?" He asks, tone bored and flat as always. "Marnahilde Voll? If I remember correctly, you took your practical examination after me. How did you fare? I'd have watched but I...was not in a position to do so at the time."

Mori

Mori chuckles cooly as he feels Yvette's claws dig into his arm, but does little else to stop her. He leans in a little closer, resting his chin right on the girls shoulder as he glaces about the room, his faux wings holding in a surprising amount of warmth as they cocoon both him and Yvette. They were getting more than a few stares, a mix of freshmen,unsure of how to respond the the frankly absurd display of PDA and implied sexual rompings of their upperclassmen, and a few older students. If he had to hazard a guess, he would wager that both his and Yvette's looks had won them a few would be suitors, and now collectively they were expressing their disapproval to their opposite. That, or they were simply glaring at Yvette due to her being Ivy's pet lap dog...er. Cat.

"Oh my Tiger.." he whispers softly into Yvette's ear, voice tinged with venom despite the tenderness of the act. "If It were not for you tearing a hole in my arm, I would have been convinced you were telling the truth. So what does Ivy have you doing this for?" He asks, huffing his words just enough to make them hot on the girls ear. He doubted he'd have such a rare opportunity to agitate Yvette like this again, so he should milk it for what he can. He leans in, planting a small kiss right behind the chimera's ear, a rough clicking chuckle escaping his throat. "The three of you aren't really know for your aultruism after all." He continues, the clicking chuckle still in his voice. "And considering I'm the one who would have to patch them up, I think you could tell me that much...If not, I'm sure Elsa would be more than willing to talk to me.."

[Assistant]
L'ilisht- Cafeteria and SPOOKY FUCKING GHOSTS OH SHIT

L'ilisht hardly paid any mind to the gossiping that was going on in the cafeteria, instead choosing to eat his hilariously large meal in relative solitude and peace. He didn't give half a damn about the petty bullshit they were talking about, something about some house near the campus that was-

HAUNTED. L'ilisht's blood nearly froze at that. He would never so much as admit it to a person, but the very idea of ghosts terrified him. The thought that there could be a creature out there capable of slaughtering people without any harm of reprisal violated a basic understanding of the nature of life itself: nothing was unkillable.

Except fucking ghosts. While he'd never encountered one, several of the Old Gang had come across haunted places before, and they all told similar tales: feelings of unease, even nausea, chills seemingly from nowhere, and inexplicable noises.

Ghosts were not something L'ilisht was going to fuck with. But that was why he felt immensely relieved when a tall moth-person came over and started saying that that was just a made-up story. The house was somewhere students went to fuck.

Well, he'd still probably avoid it then. He had the luxury of his own massive room if such a thing were to ever happen at school, and he didn't very much give a damn what his missing roommate would think about it.

Bastard could take a walk when it happened or something. Not like he wouldn't extend the same 'courtesy'. Really, it was just common decency to let somebody fuck in peace.

And now they were arguing about whether the place was really haunted or not. Oh, and now they were cuddling and getting cutesy?

Yeah, screw that. He was gonna go back to eating.


[System]
Game Origin: Borderlands 2
Appearance:

Personality: Zer0 is an enigma. Very literal, he only speaks in haiku, and ultimately a rather silent type. Zer0 is the epitome of 'mysterious' and his personality greatly reflects that. Some may even wonder if he's even human...

Background:  Warning, contains Borderlands 2 and Borderlands: The PreSequel spoilers on the off chance that you're still avoiding those.

Zer0, the mysterious Assassin, has led a life. Probably. From being 'recruited' by Handsome Jack just to have an attempt on his life made, Zer0 and the other surviving Vault Hunters teamed up to.... Kill Handsome Jack. Which they did, murdering thousands of people along the way as they paved a path of destruction against the psychos of Pandora's wastelands. Having killed the Warrior, an ancient alien weapon, and Jack there were some other adventures from battling Pirates to a Tournament to the death to hunting in the wilds to torturing a guy for information while their friends played DnD upstairs!

Since then, Zer0 and the other living Vault Hunters had teamed up with other Vault Hunters, searching the Galaxy for new Vaults and allies for a mysterious war that loomed on the horizon.

And if there's one thing Zer0 knows, it's murder and mystery.

Specialty: Stealth | Assassin | Decoy
Level: 3
Experience: 5/30
Powers:
* Decepti0n — Aka Stealth. Zer0 becomes invisible, deploying a holographic decoy of himself
* b0re — Zer0's bullets penetrate through enemies and their equipment, dealing increased damaged with each hit.
* Execute — Zer0 can dash to an enemy within 3 meters of him for a melee attack that deals massive damage.

Strengths:
* Agility, Zer0 is light on his feet.
* Marksmanship
* Swordsmanship

Weaknesses:
* Can only speak in Haiku
* Squishy (aka, little in the way of defenses)
* No social skills

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)
* Robot Scout
The Scout's distinctive cap and earpiece are integrated with Zer0's suit, and the bottom halves of his legs bear a distinctly retro robotic look. His facial display is also light blue now instead of red. This spirit confers the Power Frontrunner Hardware, increasing running speed and jump height while allowing an impossible midair jump. This spirit also inflicts the Weakness Robo-susceptibility, making him vulnerable to EMP and other jamming attacks

Kindred Spirits:
* Widowmaker (Overwatch)
* Gaige the Mecromancer (Borderlands 2)
* Ahri (League of Legends)

Inventory:
* His trusty sword
* Some crappy sniper
* Null Sector Ammo Case
A case containing a variety of extra ammunition, including pistol, rifle, and sniper rounds. Its variety means there isn't an abundance of each type, but there's enough of each: 40 pistol, 20 rifle, and 9 sniper. All rounds in this purple Null Sector case are Null Sector rounds, which incorporate laser technology to deal heat as well as puncture damage, and also function as tracers.
* Synapse
An organic rifle whose internal organs generate potent charges of bioelectricity to accurately fry enemies at close or medium range. It unleashes 12 jolts per second in a continuous stream, with 72 jolts per charge and 6 seconds to fully recharge, though it won't fire while recharging. The weapon does not need to feed, but it should be cleaned.

[User]
Courier 6
Level 2 - (17/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard - Right
Word Count: 1067

As soon as the radio on the Courier's arm started playing his favorite soothing, relaxing song, the Courier let the tension in his shoulders subside. Ah, Johnny Guitar. That angelic voice could make sweet sweet love to his ears as easily as a bolt action carbine. He was so mesmerized that he hadn't even noticed the large pig like man, Roadhog, save his bacon. He barely noticed when Zer0 reappeared by his side, taking additional shots at the robots from behind their cover.

"This is taking too long. I think I've got an idea!" Uh oh. A Courier idea was a dangerous one. Taking notice of one of the Omnic robots that had been wrecked by Zer0's B0re power, the Courier reached out from his cover, grabbed the robot by its arm, and yanked the thing back behind the scrap with him. "This is gonna take some time, but it should end the battle damn fast if it works!" he announced, before getting to work.

Popping open a small chamber on his Pip-Boy, the Courier tugged out a long cord, then looked over the barely functional Omnic for a receptacle he could use to plug his Pip-Boy into. A couple seconds later and he found what he was looking for, though it required he tear off some of the armor plating around the thing's metal skull. Once jacked in, the robot's diagnostics began to display across his arm-mounted computer screen. "Haha! They're compatible! Yes!" Tap tap tap danced the fingers of his right hand across the tiny keyboard mounted to his left arm. First he had to make himself familiar with the coding of these things, and damn was he impressed with what he saw. Sure, the hardware they were sporting wasn't anything to write home about, with the somewhat average guns and the mass produced armor plating that didn't even cover their whole exoskeletons, but the software, that was a thing of beauty!

The coding kept changing right before his very eyes, almost like it was evolving, like it was learning! Was the technology of the Big Empty even this advanced? The Courier imagined what these robots could accomplish if they had constructed better vessels for their programming, and quickly decided he did not like the idea one bit. Self aware robots.Learning robots. They could wipe out humanity so easily, at least in his world, scattered and broken as people were. Luckily for him there was still some baseline code that remained the same in the unit, no matter how the rest of it changed and evolved. That made sense, as the learning protocols in these things could easily cause them to shutdown if proper failsafes were not in place. All it would take would be to accidentally move the wrong 1 or 0, and then… Well that's what robotics and computer experts like him were for.

The Courier delved deeper into this baseline coding, eyes taking in everything that he could. The Omnic's red optical lense glared at him, clearly wanting to punish him for this invasion of its soul, but without a functioning body incapable of following through. Heh. Fucking robots. Ah, fascinating, that would be useful. So they communicated with one another on a wireless telecommunications network. Just a little deeper, and he could exploit them…

Pew!

"Argh!" The Courier clutched his left shoulder, the jerking reaction nearly pulling the interface cord free from the robot it had been plugged into. The monitor of the Pip-Boy began to fade as he realized his mistake and quickly forced the jack back in more securely. That stray shot had almost cost him everything! Luckily Blazermate had heard his cry of pain and reacted quickly, patching up the injury with expedience. "Thanks, pardner," he waved the medabot off with two of his fingers, concentrating back onto his work. This was too important…

Yes! There it was! An emergency override code!Broadcasting the code through the Omnics' network would force them to shutdown against their will! It wouldn't do a damn thing with those other robots, and at some point the Omnics would notice the broadcast signal and evolve an algorithm to neutralize it, but at least it would take out a considerable number of the Omnic forces across the entire Scrapyard, helping all of his companions and the rabbits, before they developed a defense. "Hold on to yer hats, amigos! A bunch of robots are about to eat dirt!" The Courier copied the failsafe code and began to transmit, using his Pip-Boy's radio as the point of origin, and routing through the interfaced Omnic's processors. If they attempted a counter-hack, it'd run through the Omnic as a proxy before reaching his Pip-Boy, at which point he'd be able to disable the connection.

BOOM!

One of the rabbit creatures simply vanished into a fine red mist. The Courier perked up, spotting small tufts of white fur floating about in the air. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on what had just happened. Then it clicked. That sound. He already heard it not five minutes ago. Even amongst the explosions of the grenade launcher and the bullets flying through the air, the Courier could recognize a .50 caliber anti-material rifle.

"That idiot! That brahmin pie faced mother fucking idiot!" He scanned the area for where the shot could have come from, instinctively looking up to the hill they traversed to get there. Sure enough there was Michael setup with his rifle, smoke rising from the muzzle. "WE COULD APPEAL TO THEM! THEY COOPERATED YOU FUCKING SHITSTAIN!"

His curses and insults meant nothing, and it was too late. The rabbit creatures recognized the betrayal (not that Michael could have known) and reacted exactly as one would expect: they turned hostile. And here was the Courier, holed up in a corner unable to move without interrupting the signal that would shut down Omnic robots, practically a sitting duck. Ratchet called out a plan, but the Courier wouldn't be able to take any part in it. Gritting his teeth, he armed himself with his .44 magnum revolver and prepared himself to put a bullet in anything that got too close, if it wasn't friendly.

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Level 2 - (14/20) EXP
Location: Sewer Dungeon
Word Count: 375

Old Friends Collide - Pt 4.

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The chunk of debris hurdled towards Mario's way, leaving with mixed reviews on the outcome. While on one hand it was able to fully break one of the chains that grasped the plumber's wrist - already making him just slightly more vulnerable if nothing else - it was an otherwise fruitless tactic in beating him down with sheer physical force. With a significant portion of its power sapped by the flail's impact, it allowed the opponent to easily jump into the air and uppercuts it with his signature jump. The boulder was no match for such power and instantly crumbled upon impact, leaving nothing but miniature pieces and dust.

Geno had to adapt to this change of pace quickly. Now utilizing only one flail, its no doubt that Mario would begin to change tactics - most likely to hand-to-hand combat. The Star Warrior had seen first hand at the plumber's melee abilities, during decades prior, and the more he stuck around, the more he watched him grow stronger as a fighter. Now with five tournaments under his belt, over a decade of battling Bowser, and possessed by the strings of evil, he's more powerful than ever before. If he's going to win against him, Geno would have to fight more with sheer cunning and tactics.

Instinctually, the star warrior ignited the two light disks in his hands. However, before he could even think about chucking them, Mario was already upon him as he leaped overhead to smash the bludgeon right on top of the doll's fragile head. With only miliseconds to react, Geno was forced to dodge as his thrusters propelled him to his left. While doing so, he chucked the light disks towards his opponent, as they zig-zagged their way towards him. This could've saved him, for he caught sight of the flail bailing towards him from the corner of his eyes...

And one of these disks seemed to be right in its crosshairs.

Following this, the doll pointed his cannon at Mario as he began to fire several rapid fire shots towards him, with several seemingly aimed straight for his head. And as for the surviving disk(s), they too would plan to come and haunt the plumber as they proceeded to boomerang back towards their creator.

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Level 2 - (5/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard
Word Count: 268

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Zer0 paused momentarily as the Courier started working at one of the robots. Almost like Gaige would do to Deathtrap sometimes, but this took longer and seemed to involve less physical work. Odd. It honestly seemed like he was - ah. So he was hacking in? If only they had Angel to phaseshift in their authentication, then they'd be able to do this much more efficiently.

And then everything went to hell. Because of course it did, it always did. The other sniper had fired on their temporary allies, utterly yeeting their supporter out of existence. Which, naturally, caused the strange creatures to go into at frenzy. The one with Bowser's hat went after the fat friendly that had shown up recently, and Ratchet was calling for someone to get the hat free.

Far be it from Zer0 to turn down a challenge like that.

Carefully he pulled his sniper up, aiming with deadly proficiency, and... Didn't fire.

Deftly he started running, using a robot to launch himself onto Roadhog's head. He pushed off, launching himself higher towards the Rabbid in question, and pulled out his sword. As he sailed forward he whapped the hat with all his might with the side of his sword without an edge, promptly disappearing from view.

Landing in a roll, he stayed down and moved into his back, firing off shots at robots. These creatures had been allies, and the Courier hadn't mentioned attacking them. Until the robots were removed he would continue to treat them as irrelevant

After the robots were finished, however.... If they didn't stand down he'd put them down.


[System]
Alias: Svent,Mr.Svent, Mr.S, Cas, Tribunal Svent, Legate, Legatus.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Eclysian, a Mostly Human in look Race, But Feloid features such as Ears, Tail,sharp but durable nails.
Occupation: Commission Agent of the Collective.
Residence: Elciazia, It is a Lush Green planet protected by Large energy fields, with observation bases owned by the governing military. In Short, for easy comprehension, like Earth, but a lot more vegetation.

Physical Description: Cassius stands at 6ft, 200lbs, as such, has a bit of stock in his legs and hips, broad shoulders with decently scrawny arms.

He has rather moonlit fair-skin, Dark Lines seemingly branded through his body, but no impression is left to imply scarring.

Hazel Green eyes, dark eyebrows, dark chocolate colored hair. His hair is well groomed, giving and impression he seems to respect himself to seem neat and tidy. Sharp white canines.

Felinoid ears that seem to bend and turn sideways, quite large, and expressive. Slight dark circles under his eyes. He has a few scars on his forehead and his cheeks, and one on each side of his temples, in a vertical slashing pattern.

Lastly, a tail, pretty self explanatory.

Personality: Cassius is an inquisitive man that tries to review forensics of a situation to best assess what to do, in this sense, he typically leans in favor of cold logic, but this does not mean he is entirely heartless, in fact, he can come across as fiercely passionate in a situation that requires a definitive decision between the collective he may be working with. While facts might outweigh personal reason, he does try to seek a middle ground for others in the act of fairness.

Outside of cold logic, he is quite sassy and will often have backhanded remarks to others, not always to berate them, but to humor if he can. Humor at times helps him show a sense of humanity, in places where he is otherwise apathetic. Some would argue, his apathy is his greatest strength when he has to hard commit to a situation or contingency plan, it lets him detach from reality of something that might otherwise be a horrible situation.

But when not stuck in the heat of danger, he tends to focus on the needs of others, this aspect of him gives him a submissive outlook to those who he is interacting with; mostly out of concern for others. To him, every cog of a clock must function, if one does not function, he sees that the integrity could be compromised, so he intends to make sure everything is accounted for. To him. every teammate is a limb of a body, to sever tendons would hinder progress, and a slowed body, is a unhealthy one in the field.

When Addressed negatively, he drowns it out, he does not care for it, he cares for results.

Abilities and Equipment: - Cassius wears a set of armor in the field that is space worthy, as well as amphibious. It's well insulated to even repel radiation, comes equipped with emergency shields, Scan visors, and a wrist mounted launcher that shoots energy in a small concentrated ball.

On hand, he typically has a Gauss Rife that has both an energy component, as well as a Kinetic component, he stands to reason that some shields are easier to piece with metals than it is energy, easier to pierce some hides or flesh in a flash than it is to expend needless energy.

Oh hand, he has a small drone that flies around, in some cases tethers to others to boost, or grant shields, to tethers down enemies to restrain them in a stasis field. Typically the drone is mounted to his back.

For Melee, he has a collapsible two handed beam sword, while it does have a stun component, it is typically more suited for cutting through obstructions, and fleshy beings or surfaces.

 -  Outside of his armor, he wears a thin suit with a harness around him, has a vest around his chest, with lightly reinforced boots, holstering medical gear, mostly first aid resources, and Tourniquet supplies; the downside is, it is intended for humans roughly 4 to 6ft. A pair of goggles he wears over his eyes allow for him to scan things easily too.

History: Cassius grew up in on his home world with his tribe, namely, Cor Vas Svent; his grandfather. The Eclysians are typically a peaceful people, and as such, have peaceful values. And he grew up with the teachings of trying to be readily able to aid and serve in kind of others. At times, he was told of stories of Ancient Earth; a time before the federation... This knowledge was mostly from the fore bearers that were occasionally visited by the collective, and as such he came into contact with this knowledge, their folklore, myth, and religions. Earth fascinated him, and as such had a romanticized version of what he'd never see in his image.

But that was the highlight of his childhood, imagination. Raiders invaded and almost took his tribe overnight, and as the one of the last seven of that tribe, they were known as the Tribunals to the collective, mostly out of fact if they remained, they'd have to govern what was left in the ashes. Reality was, the last of that tribe was mostly alone, the raids continued on their planet, and it was overtaken in weeks. The Collective intervened, this intervention saved what was left of the tribes... out of 70, 12 remained. As the older members were integrated, they were brought to a safe world where they could be nursed, and given hope before being asked to aid them in research. Before anyone could agree to that, the Eclysian tribes banned together to try to form a collective of their own to preserve the remaining families. The Twelve Tribes became the Zodiarchy; effectively a council composed of said tribes to ensure nothing disrupts their creed... For their creed was all that they had on hand of the old world.

With the Zodiarchy established, a Tribunal of each sex, from each Tribe was taken to Xerxes, One of the Collective's bases of operations. Xerxes was scary to the Tribunal for they no idea what the world was truly like outside of their small scope, their vision of the galaxy was forever shifted. To Cassius, the Collective was a Myth for years,A story the grownups talked about, but only later did he really find their purpose. They were an organization of aliens that wanted to act as a relief effort to the universe,to help colonize. While the Collective in Xerxes was large, it wasn't massive enough to have a set of very far reaching hands.

Cassius wanted to help prevent further tragedy, but to do so, he had to take initiative, and that required him stepping into a whole new light. Years of studying technology, grounded forensics to a basis that he could convey easily to others. Learning to become a pillar in trying times, all while trying to find his humanity that he lost from shock, rather his loss of innocence. He didn't want to see others feel as he did, in a way, he didn't want others to understand how he felt. For if they did, it would mean they were in the same boat he was; or at the very least experienced great loss, and that was something he'd want to prevent. He wants to help others achieve peace.

For a while, he was a courier for the Collective to drop supplies, occasionally he would need to participate in combat for relief efforts, which is where some of his inexperienced scars came from. But his progress was good for a man that lost so much, it was his sense of compassion and competence that made the Collective commission him on their behalf to work in his new task... Effective immediately upon Commission Request, Tribunal Svent would be moved to the Aion unit to act as a Pillar of Support, and taking Samus Aran in, Alive.

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Amber maintained eyes contact with Zen for a few seconds after he addressed her, but not in a threatening way; she was only trying to sort out how she should perceive it after what he just said. For now, however, he was clearly on their side and she could only hope it would stay like this for the duration of this mission.

'Despite this whole thing, nice to meet you Ms. Vale.' Amber said in answer to Katherine introduction. Which was not a bad idea. 'I'm Amber Haus, Federation Special Forces.'

It was nice and everything to properly meet and exchanges greetings, information and what not after arguing for a good while on multiple subjects, but they needed to get going if they wanted to fulfill anything at all. The front of an observation room was not exactly the proper place for discussions either.

'I agree we have things to talk about before we enter any hostile environment, but is this the right place for this? It would be a lot more logical to discuss things while we are on the move as to not waste any time. On that subject, I'm guessing most of us - she briefly looked over at Zen - have things they need to gather and get ready before leaving. I suggest we do this now and regroup in exactly one hour at this base landing docks'

'I am guessing that most of you have your own ships and what not, but I strongly suggest that we use the same ship as to stray grouped and communicate better while on the move. The federation probably have one prepared for us. Otherwise, the Federation gave me my own private ship when I joined Spec. Forces. If you don't trust me, any ships would do just fine as long as you let me install my research center in it.'

'I hope we are all in agreement?' she said as she got out her data pad again and began typing on a few things and walkign towards the door. Right as she was about to disappear she added, louder; 'One Hour!' and headed to her personal quarters to gather all of the things she would need.

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@SimpleWriter

"My name is David and that is all you gotta know" He said feeling that he was prepared to leave, However he would need a few things from his quarters. Following behind Amber and when they were further away form the others he started to speak with her, "So what do you think of the situation? And the people we will be working with?" He asked his heavy footsteps echoing though the hallway.

While they walked to their quarters a few of the passing solider were making looking down at their feet, He knew why they did this because he was such a terrifying and looming figure. Not many people want to be around him and when they do they are weary of him, However he gets the job done so he is a valuable assist to the federation. Personally he did not trust any of them and thought they would be a hazard to the mission, Knowing himself he was going to get Samus, the cure and then he would gladly punish her personally afterwords. However he was going to be on his best behavior of course, He also wondered what her thoughts were of Samus and her whole relationship with the X and Metroid.

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Kathrine Vale-

"A pleasure," she said with a smile that you could practically hear to Amber.

"Well, he's certainly charming," Kat remarked as the Marine exited.

She swept her gaze over the others, and shrugged, "Well, I've got my own ship, so I guess I'll start getting it ready to head out?"

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It was nice to know Kaze was ironically the most respectful one at present, at least that was organic. Rather than cutting to a point, Amber rather Meander and wait to delay upon exchanging notes -- which would have been brief. For a woman who wants to be objective, she has a roundabout method of getting things done. This did not please Cassius in the slightest, not something he'd advertise, he simply watched the chatty woman talk, and leave... Typical. He was Not going to take orders from someone who couldn't even have the decency to get to the point.

The Catnip jape... Original -- almost as if a human -- oh wait... Of course, only a human could be so painfully unoriginal... But it mustered a smile from him,even if it was an awkward one. But as fast as he made himself known... He made himself scarce... He wasn't intimidating in the slightest. Too clunky, too brazen. Were Marines so painfully illefficent, or just boastful? Either way, he was the second largest target, only rival to Kaze... Rival  is too strong a word... He shook his head in amusement.

Taking note of the meek voice from Earlier, particularly the one who mentioned leadership.
"Leadership isn't really what is needed, just a well composed plan. My general plan is to keep you alive to perform your task, and put down anything that becomes nuisance, which I have no doubt you will not be one of those. I only ask you be attentive, cautious, and relay important information, and we will be fine. But if I, a Legate must take action, it would not be the first. Granted, while I rather not be responsible for those not of my kin, I can humor that request... Only if that is what you all wish. If I had to voice concern... I fear their egos will conflict with objectivity, Ego; the root of many problems. I rather cut it out like the cancer it is. You can recover from it, it might be painful, and tiring. But one becomes stronger when they overcome it, even if through assistance." The Legate didn't much care for pride, just getting the job done.

This caused him to look to Zen. "Zen, I ask you send a full briefing on Samus' history to me, as well as documents of the X Parasites, The Metroids -- extinct or otherwise--, The Motherbrain, Space Pirates, and of course... the Events of the BSL station that crashed, as for what life we should expect on the SR387. However, SR388's data might prove useful if they believe fragments of it were jettison from the impact into the neighboring mass, we could easily identify what the X choose to replicate in efficiency in this manner. Is this request doable?" Cassius was going to take initiative if it meant gathering the important and relevant information, he held his gauntlet out for whatever Data Zed could transfer to it.

Finally, he looked to Kaze and Ms.Vale.
"If you have as ship, it might be pertinent to keep in close contact... however, if one of you has a rather large ship, it might be beneficial for me to ride with one of you, immediately nearby and all. However, if none of you could have me as a passenger, I'd understand. Granted, as a Tribunal, I do understand the need of privacy. And as such, would respect yours, as well as areas you'd not wish for me to be in, all you need is say where the lines are, and the ones I should never cross." he wasted no time saying he'd respect boundaries. And also wasted no time asked if he may join one of the two.