[System]
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Soul Weapon:
Ignore the stand
Magic Element: Dark
Personality: Damien is very distant, due to the nature of his origins. He tends to stray away from people in general, almost afraid of the idea of friends. He's hesitant to talk except when he needs to, and seems to have a permanent glower on his face.

[User]
Saturday September 1st 2020 7:01AM Morning

She could hardly hear anything coming from anyone, but she picked up on Hisoka's comment about her element. She blushes deeper and puts her hood over her face but under her hood she was smirking. 'This is going to be an interesting education'

She shrugs as she turns her music down hoping to pick up on everyone else's conversations. She was interesting in knowing for sure that Hisoka was correct about everyone's elements. But she didn't want to harm anyone to do it, not yet any way

[Assistant] Aki walked off the plane with his carry swung over his right shoulder. His plane was running late from some turbulence. He walked for a while then stopped at the baggage claim to grab his bag. Somehow his bag was the first one out he grabbed it and carried it in his left hand. He looked around the area at all the families. He hoped they had a good time reuniting. He then saw a group of kids around a very business looking lady. He headed in that direction since the sign said Scarlet Academy. As Aki got closer he nodded to the woman and his fellow students. Once he got in a few feet of the students he felt a wave of all their energy that made him dizzy. Aki then walked a bit away from the others to lessen the energy around them. This group was a group with strong energy he would have to be on his guard to not be affected by the energy.

[User] Staring after everyone exiting the plane, Damien waited several minutes before sighing resigned, as he grabbed a small pack containing only his essentials slinging it by one strap over his back. He walked down the isle of the plane at a slow amble, before climbing off. He stopped almost immediately, staring at the throng of students, looking almost like he didn't want to be here, yet needed to be here at the same time. Shifting his expression to one of boredom to disguise his real emotions, he walked up to the students, before introducing himself to the woman at the front. "I'm Damien Thorne." He scowled almost in disgust as he practically spat his last name. Without another word, he stepped off to the side, trying to stay away from people as much as possible.

[Assistant]
Aleksandri Galino

"well it wasn't as if I was trying to hide it Mr. Know it all" she said with a small smile before she lowered her aura shield's power slightly and encompassed her phone in it to ensure that it was protected. She thanked Ms. Shiba for the explanation as she adjusted the ribbon around her neck and placed her wireless headphones on top of her head at which they immediately lit up a bright yellow and began to play beethoven virus at max volume.

[User] "The fuck!?"  Gin unconsciously said somewhat loud enough for a fee people to hear. He quickly returned back to his normal voice giving Hisoka a seriously not so friendly stare. Its great that he has the ability to tell who controls what aura but was it really necessary for him to give away everyone's elemental control. Gin gritted his teeth.  "The names Gin!"  He stated looking at Hisoka for a bit and then somewhat angrily putting Hus head phones on. His eyes became more brighter not as if they'd glow but twinkle if light reached them. It was obvious that his metal abilities was stepping up to the plate. Gin knew this was happening and aloud it his eyes becoming as shiny as freshly cleaned metal. He just stared angrily at the ground as the song (Which was chop Suey by System of A Down) played loudly into Hus ears. To be honest the song fueled his anger but he was calmer then what you'd expect someone to be.

[Assistant] In response to Hisoka's spoilers Koken slowly looked down at herself, specifically at her apparel. She was practically wearing all black, maybe with small accents. Except for her jeans, those were just a really dark blue. She then slowly looked back up, "Well duuuuuuuuuh!" Koken said aloud while gesturing with her hands to herself, specifically her apparel again. Her tone sounded mostly in the friendly zone, but had sarcasm in it of course. Because you know, darkness, the color black, similar things eh? And obviously it was Koken's favorite color so makes you wonder who would have guessed. Well, the fire elemental guy did. 'SHOOOWWWW OOOOOOOFF,' Koken thought to herself in a bit of an internal frustration. It's a real neat trick that he can just do that and all, but did he really have to spoil the surprise? Koken thought it would have been fun finding out eventually, but not right away. Alas however, it was done. Eh. Koken supposed it was time to move on. After taking a notice of a couple more arrivals and with nothing else to do or respond to, Koken takes a chocolate bar from her hoodie pocket and starts munching on it a bit while also taking some earphones out.

[User] Djura payed basically no attention to Hisoka as he announce his knowledge of everyone's elements, he didn't much care whether his was known or not. what did get his attention however was the necessity of a squad as he was already part of one with his little brother and a few other knights back in Ireland. His eyes widened a bit at the realization that he would be on his own in squad battles here unless he abandoned them. He tipped his head back over the seat and murmured "Shit"

[Assistant]
Emi Sugihara

Emi smirked as a girl popped out of nowhere and starting talking. It had caught her off guard and the sudden invasion of personal space was not something that Emi took very kindly to. However, Greeny was a lot more annoyed than Emi was. She rolled her eyes at Hisoka's lame pun but then he did something else. Hisoka began to announce everyone else's elements, and some people did not seem to like that very much. They had all just met and it was already extremely tense. And somehow they were supposed to form squads among each other? She hoped she got to work with normal, sane people at least.

Oh right, someone was talking to her.

"Yeah, I'm a first year. I'm guessing you are too. I have tried it out before; nothing too interesting," she replied politely. She did not want to reveal too much of her skills yet; she had to leave some things up to their imaginations.

More people came, one spat out his name as if it was acid, it was just so swell. Emi shouldn't be complaining too much though, it's not like she was much of a ray of sunshine either.

[User]
Kaya Mishiba

"...I bet you could win a game of freeze tag against 20 other kids, if you were careful enough. I'd bet you already did, maybe. I dunno, I don't mind if it makes you uncomfortable to talk about it; it's...actually the first time I've talked with another Magus.

So...um...wanna just talk, or...shoot, forgot to introduce myself."

She could at least see that blank stare and the glances towards everyone else. God, commanding attention felt so...unnatural, but with the sour stares and Mr. Greeny muttering something louder than a whisper volume, cooperation (according to Hisako) would be at an all-time low if she didn't defuse the atmosphere, somehow. Dropping the convo with the Air Elementalist would be a step backwards.

"Um...right, the name's Kaya Mishiba. 16 years old, and...well, like Mr. Torch over there said, I'm supposed to be an Earth magus. And you're also 16, I'm guessing?"

[Assistant]
Kireina Tohsaska

Current Theme: Painful

Kireina grit her teeth as she looked towards the other students who were going to attend this school, one by one she heard the fire element spit out some useful information for once. She individually turned to look at the elements leaders, she grit her teeth more as she was starting to get pissed off. She was holding onto her suitcase as she squeezed on it tightly, starting to even freeze the suitcase itself slightly as small amounts of ice formed. Kireina was thinking about releasing her cold pressured aura to all of them, but wanted them to experience first hand when she fights them. Kireina looked towards the other students once again, giving her cold glare to them all as she stood up from her seat.

"Kireina Tohsaka is my name." Kireina said to them all, glaring as she took a look around the surroundings. That was then she decided to bring up her cold pressured aura, giving everybody a chill. She pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

[User]
Damien gripped the pack in his fingers tightly as he watched the people carefully, his brow raised, and his eyes flickering this way and that.. At best it looked like he was trying to figure out everyone's weakness. At worst, he could have been imagining them as mere insects, something to be squashed. In reality, he was watching their body language, eavesdropping on conversations he could hear, all in his attempt to gauge their personality. However, despite not immediately searching for them, any weaknesses he could learn would be immediately remembered for future use.

Mostly everyone seemed to be reacting in shock to one of the older guys. What they were reacting to, Damien had no clue. Perhaps the guy had decided to show his aura, or something like that. Damien almost laughed at this thought. Almost. He most certainly would not be revealing his nature unless he had to, and even then he would be reluctant. In his experience revealing his element brought about two reactions, either people were scared, or people were more interested. Neither option was viable here. He did not want the dreaded 'friends' nor did he want the trouble of people being scared of him. Perhaps here, Darkness was more welcome than where he grew up, but that he didn't know. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to be invisible.

Although most of the people didn't seem like much to Damien, except for the guy with shiny eyes, he noticed one person that made him subtly raise a brow. When he felt a cold pressure, offsetting the former heat, he scanned the other students to find the source, his eyes finally settling on one girl, glaring at every, with bits of ice coating her suitcase.

[Assistant]
Emi Sugihara

Emi watched as the girl flailed, trying to talk to her. She sighed as she was starting to feel bad for the poor girl. She supposed she could be more cooperative and help the girl out. "I never really tried playing freeze tag, but I guess it could be helpful." she answered thoughtfully.

"I don't really know what my powers have to do with freeze tag and isn't it cheating anyways?" she added silently to herself.

"Nice to meet you Mishiba-san. Yeah, I'm 16 as well." She didn't know what else to say, and prayed to whoever was out there that they would be leaving soon so she doesn't have to try to keep up a conversation. Well, the two that they were waiting on had arrived already, so they should be on their way soon.

[User]
Arata entered a trance-like state, mesmerized by the happy atmosphere of the rest of the airport. The families and friends that were being reunited acted as if it had been forever since they saw each other last, slowly walking to their destinations while sharing stories of their travels. It upset him that his attention was brought back to the more tense atmosphere that surrounds the new students of Scarlet Academy. It seemed that Hisoka didn't know when to keep his mouth shut, simply revealing each of the student's magic elements one by one. Arata could care less about them knowing, its not as if they wouldn't find out later anyway. Being at the same school would allow truths and rumors to fly around about any of them.

At this point, two other new students showed up. One stumbled away from the group, presumably the energy wielder being overwhelmed by the power present here. The other spat out his name with a venomous tone. Geez.. what's his problem...  Arata looked over to see that Emi was trying to keep polite conversation going with Hisoka and a girl, Kaya. Is she attempting to lighten the mood? His thoughts shifted as the mistress of cold stood up and introduced herself. A small chuckle escaped him when he felt her aura. Is that really the extent of her aura? Or is this only a taste of what's to come? The former is sad, funny and means she has room to grow. The latter shows off her insecurities more than anything else. Arata's thoughts begin to wander, wondering who would notice his change in demeanor from aloof towards the group to amused by the group, specifically Kireina.

[Assistant]
Saturday September 1st 2020 7:18AM Morning

Ms. Shiba threw the sign into the air as it vanished in thin air. She claps her hands as she turns to face the students "Alright! Everyone to the bus! Our destination is Scarlet Academy!" She called out as she began to head in the direction of the bus. "It seems only two people have passed my secret little test." She thought to herself as she pulled out a piece of paper with the names of the various new students. She checked off 2 names, Kireina and Hisoka.

Hisoka stood up and followed Ms. Shiba onto the bus. "So Ms. Shiba will we be getting dorms or are we getting our own homes in the city?" Hisoka asked as he entered the bus. "You will be paired up in homes in the city. Each homes have enough food to last you a while. You have some funds already in the bank account which you can find in your home. You will not get to choose your living companion however." Ms Shiba said. "However you will know your living companion on the bus ride there as you will be sitting with them." She added.

[User]
A voice piercing the air drew Damien's attention to the source, just in time to see the sign that the woman was holding disappear. He adjusted his pack, not that it needed much adjustment, before listening to what the woman was saying, before rolling his eyes with a groan. Just what he needed, another potentially long ride with a crowd of people. This was going to be a longer day than he thought.

When the older boy, the one that everyone was reacting to earlier, prompted a question, Damien narrowed his attention on that conversation, before muttering to himself "Just Great. Just freaking great." He had been hoping that they would be living in dorms by themselves, but that had been too much to hope for. Now he had to live with someone he didn't know, in a house he wouldn't be familiar with, in a place he didn't know. He knew it was somewhat of an upgrade, but still, he would have much rather been living on his own.


[System] Appearance:

[User]
"Confident as always. Some would say such confidence will not always hold up."
Tyrhallan watched the man shift to a more suitable battle stance. He could sense Leo was adjusting and raising his ki, probably as much as he was. The only difference was where they chose to send that energy.
To Tyr it was spend in a single fraction. What good were barriers and walls when your opponent was already within one's own inner circle. No way to deflect, all that was needed was one strike. It was his preferred method of fighting. Like a Viper or a Falcon swooping down with outstretched talons.
He was about to oblige Leo for once, knowing the young man's reputation and love for the deathly dance.
It would be a good way to warm up indeed and to allow the man to lose some that unspent eager rage. That need for a fight, a gnawing feeling that would overcome every warrior, even someone like himself fell to its powers when he was not careful.
With the battle closing in on them, this might be his only reprieve before the storm.
Tyrhallan needed to silence his own troubled mind, he was about to respond when he noticed that Leo had noticed their spectators.
Or rather the mage who had been quite ready to use his magic on them.
Hearing Leo's words however made him roll his eyes in resignation, could the young man find some more wisdom in the silence of his tongue instead of using it to start another fight to release the bottled up desires. He was itching for a fight all right, by all accounts he best prevent the fool from being burst into flames.
He turned as well facing the mage and those behind him with a stern but friendly expression, holding up his hand in a gentle gesture.
"All is well, there is no need for your well-meant interference Battle Mage. Keep your watchful eye though, for I believe it will prove lifesaving in the battle to come. Be assured for I have control over this particular situation."
To Leo he send a look of 'Don't goad them. This is not the time.'

[Assistant]
Arn lowered his arms when Leo addressed him. He cancelled his connection with Gia and the casting ceased immediately. The feeling in his stomach dissipated and his heart rate went back to normal. He gave Leo a quizzical look. Most of sarcasm was lost on the battle mage. He wondered why there was an annoyed feeling in the air.

Apparently, he had walked in on another Knightly duel. Knights often dueled for honor, or to prove something or etc. While there was some sort of unwritten rule that Knights and mages were to never get along this fell along the lines of politics for him and he cared little for it. He never even knew what the disagreement was supposed to be anyway. When the knight with noble demeanor utilized his politically correct address the battle mage shrugged.

"I did not mean to intervene in any sort of practice or sparring session. However, as you are well aware gentlemen, training must be routed via the appropriate channels and sanctioned by the Commanding Officer. Unless, immediate training is necessary to ensure efficient and safe mission completion. If this was a sparing session, the rules state that there must be at least a witness to prevent any sparring from veering into brawls."

He approached the pair. He moved easily and confidently. He was not much shorter than Dalmer. He could appreciate both the knight's stature and obvious fitness levels. If a spar match was to ensue, the mage had no doubt that they would give a good show. This gave him an idea and addressed the warriors in an even but respectful tone.

 "I understand that you gentlemen would like to blow off some steam instead of all this waiting. Honestly, I think your spar would perhaps serve as a diversion for the junior personnel which would boost their morale and prevent any last minute jitter from setting in." He looked both directly in the eyes. He did not care for politics but he cared for the lives of men and women who served in the military. Arn would do his best to keep as many alive as he could even if that meant his own death.

[User]
I couldn't help it, Leo gestured back with an elaborate shrug.

As the mage spoke again however, it quickly became apparent that he would provide no amusement and his words soon became noise to Leo as he wondered what kind of magic the man might have used on him.

Leo had fought mages before, but try as he might, he never could decipher what the signs of their power meant before taking form and effect. Whether it was a slight shimmer in the air, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye, or the physical movements of the mages themselves, it was impossible to read. All Leo knew was to get out of the way before anything happened and launch a counter attack as quickly as possible.

A horizontal slash towards the neck, unprotected by the armour, Leo thought as he imagined ways of killing the mage in a combat scenario, resisting the impulsive urge to do it for real.

Then with an abruptness that was almost surprising, the mage stepped forward to approach the two knights, close enough for Leo to see the man's brown eyes and startlingly small irises. This time, Leo could not help paying close attention as the mage spoke.

"Well, how about that," Leo said, nodding with approval as he turned towards Tyrhallan. "What do you say, Captain? Shall we put on a show for them?"

[Assistant]
Tyrhallan unlike Leo listened patiently to the Battlemage. He observed the shift in demeanour and carefully took a long reading look over the man, who appeared closer to him in age, but with mages one couldn't really tell.
He was a bit perturbed by the man to lecture 'him' of all people on the rules, but he chastised himself stating that he most likely would have done the same thing. Nevertheless, it rubbed him the wrong way. He would have to find out the man's name later and make a mental note of it...if his underlings ever complained about his strictness towards the rules he would drag up this guy.
Still to his surprise and that of he actually proposed to turn their little warm up into a proper sparring match.
He pondered the request not showing his immediate thoughts on the matter, unlike Dalmer who's eagerness was akin to that of dog waiting for its treat.
He turned his gaze towards the sky again as if he was listening or searching for something, before a soft exclamation of breath was given in agreement.

"Very well and considering your own contribution to this sparring match Battle Mage, you can be the Arbiter." He said as he narrowed his eyes. "After all someone has to oversee the rules and judging of the match, someone as impartial as you would do nicely."

[User]
Arn felt both men studying him. He felt no danger or awkwardness from this. He actually expected it from veteran soldiers which actually spoke beneficially for the two knights. They were appraising him not on the looks of his clothes or age but on actual battle efficiency and theat. He felt it only proper that he would do the same. It was easy to see that these two had seen many battles. Real ones at that. The way they held their weapons was very comfortable, very learned. The knights had managed to meld with their weapons to the point that it was part of them. Just as one forgets they have toes or arms until they are needed.

The battlemage's eyes fluttered to Leo, who enthusiastically agreed to the proposal. It was not hard to imagine that the knight enjoyed the thrill of battle. After all, the clang of steel and the din of battle are but songs to an battle happy heart. His attention was demanded by the hidden tone in the other knight's tone. While polite and proper, Arn had been on the receiving end of such tones all his military career. He had no problem sharing his origin and his mother's occupation. Disrespect of either of these however, would land him in the brig again or perhaps in the stocks.

Instead of feeling annoyed or irritated at the condescending tone the obviously nobly birthed warrior sent his way, Arn merely shrugged. The battlemage's own tone was calm and almost monotone. "I will readily be the Arbiter. For ease of communication allow me to introduce myself. I am Arn of the second Battlemage battalion, the Shooting Stars. I have no family name." He offered this last statement as a way to prevent any further questioning not as a way of apology.

"I do not believe that rules and procedures would need to be enforced in a battle between knights. It is understood that your honor is your bond. The match rules will be simple. The battle ends upon loss of consciousness or forfeit. However, I will ensure that no excessive force is used and would like to ask you gentlemen do not feel honor bound to prevent defeat. After all, tomorrow will require all available swords." His tone was without feeling but his words could be construed as insulting. Arn however merely held the two knights gaze.

"Might I suggest we move this to marshalling spot B? I believe that they have yet to fully utilize it for the on load of stores." He turned his head in the direction though he was sure that they would know where that was. All squad leaders and supervisors had been given muster orders and locations.

[Assistant]
Tyrhallan's eyes changed for a moment at the mentioning of the man's name and Battalion.
The fact he was still alive, was quite miraculous. Not unlike his own Vanguard Battalion they were close to the front, they usually took the hardest hits, since the main focus would be on them, unlike Tyrhallan's who were truthfully more comparable to raiders.
Knives with stealth, leaving the enemy in disarray.
The insulting string of words Arn let out would have earned him a couple of demands for a Duel if he was facing any other knight.
"Yes, thank you." He said curtly and coldly, keeping in mind that the man either simply didn't care for manners or simply wasn't aware of his own rude behaviour.
Tyrhallan wasn't going to flare up for this man's enjoyment. As far as he was concerned if the man was actively trying to goad him into a reponse then he was truly to be pitied indeed.
It also didn't contribute to the actual sparring match.
Tyrhallan wouldn't bite anyway, he stepped away from them, making sure he gave orders to his Sergeant before disappearing, though as soon as his men would hear of the Duel they would want to observe it. It was only fair that he would inform them.
"We will reconvene at your suggested location."
Undoubtedly the bets would be placed.

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"Finally," Leo drawled as he hung his sabre over his neck and followed after Tyrhallan with a swaggering gait.

The Spider had more than enough of all this talking, but looking back at the hilltop they were leaving behind, he couldn't help feeling a tinge of regret for moving away from that spot. Two knights crossing swords atop a hill in the light of dusk, nothing could have made a more ideal scenery. Then again however, there was something to be said for the wide open space and even ground of a windswept meadow such as the one they were heading towards.

"Here will do," Leo said as he lowered his sabre, letting it trail over the stalks of grass all around them before turning to face the Crimson Rider. "What do you think?"

Seeing soldiers and other onlookers pointing at them from a distance, Leo smirked as he continued while taking up the same guard stance from before, "Ready to demonstrate how a knight talks?"

[Assistant]
Tyrhallan took the liberty of informing Sergeant Firenze of his sparring match, telling him for the time being he had command whilst he was occupied with his opponent.
Naturally the most curious of the bunch caught on and eagerly informed the others.
"Cap'n is gonna fight Spider. This is gonna be good."
"My money is on the Captain bet you 5 silverlings he's gonna make the boy eat dust..."
"Nah, I'll put my money on the Spider, I've seen him fight before, he's got some mean moves."
Tyrhallan ignored the other knights as they saw the opportunity to start a betting pool and placing bets.
His men eager to see the outcome followed quickly in his shadow as they moved towards their 'new arena'.
Here will do," Leo said as he lowered his sabre, letting it trail over the stalks of grass all around them before turning to face the Crimson Rider. "What do you think?"
His eyes ran over the desired area, following the lay of the land, the sweet early summergrass glowing golden as the wind sung through it.
He looked back at Leo and gave a single strong, weightful nod, before he watched the sun for a moment more.
Quickly the men began with setting up the ring, a large set of circles were drawn in the meadow, the grass flattened to establish the small little world Tyrhallan and Leo would contain themselves to.
A knights world.
A world wherein you waltzed with Death.
If the men did not take care and restrained themselves to a fine lined degree their dance would end...forever...
He watched Leo smirk, eagerly taking up the same guarding stance once more.
"Ready to demonstrate how a knight talks?"
Tyrhallan smiled at those words allowing a pause to fall as he moved fluidly, nonchalantly into position.
"Dalmer, tell me...What defines you?"
"What will you tell Death when Death finally shows you its face?"
"When it has had enough and is tired of all those poor fools that have had the sad predicament of being in the way of your blade?"
"Will you embrace it or will you battle it, I wonder..." Tyrhallan said as he slid his own blade out of its sheath.
As he held it up he gazed for a moment in the black abyss that reflected his image.
There were few that ever had the good fortune to see the unsheathed sword. This was due to Tyrhallan's fightingstyle and if they did, it was usually the last thing that flashed before their eyes, before they met the sharp steel of 'Fatebringer'.
As the wind changed so did Tyrhallan.
The wrist of his right arm turned and the blade rotated with it, its glint eerie, as it almost seemed that the rays of sunlight that reached the blade were slashed into a broken myriad of colours.
The predatory gaze had returned, his eyes darkened as his arm moved in a creeping pace into its position.
Starting in an open Vom Tag position he waited for the Arbiter to start off their little sparring match.
The muscles and nerves in his legs tightening and straining to literally burst into action. As soon as Arn had opened their match, Tyrhallan, true to his name, dove forwards at his opponent with a terrifying speed. Bringing in a mastercut, using his speed and momentum to swing the blade upward and tilt it. Knowing his opponent used speed in his attacks and dodges too not allowing Leo to simply block his blow.
Now it would come down to technique and skill.
As the blades collided, they sung, Tyrhallan turned his Zwerchhau inward, knowing most opponents would be too off guard by the first strike, that the follow up often was fatal.
He also knew that Leo wasn't a fool and had talent, but he would be pleased if their fight lasted for bit longer at the least.

[url](For the move youtube.com/watch?v=yejU_Cq8Qzs for those interested)[/url]


[System]
Element:Boron
Age: 42
Gender: Male

Appearance: A short, stout man with rounded shoulders and a shining, bald head, middle-aged and usually dressed for a day spent outdoors(button up cotton shirts and cargo pants usually in the summer his sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow). 1.6 meters tall and not quite over weight. Deep red-brown skin that is smooth and surprisingly tough. Often slips from memory, or at least into obscure memory shortly after leaving direct observation, he has worked to develop an "average" aura.

Powers: reflects heat and isn't burned by anything under 2300 K(~2050 *C), is immune electric shock(non-conductive), and can shift into a pile, or low, drifting cloud of brown dust. He also wasn't as affected by the gas during basic training as the other recruits, though his sergeant said there was usually one kid who wasn't bothered by the stuff.

Weapons: A Nosler M48 TGR, a boron carbide tomahawk with a polished cherry wood handle, and a K-bar usually worn on his belt. (only the K-bar is usually carried, the rest he keeps in his car trunk or in a locker at home.

Backstory: A Native American born on a reservation in North Carolina, his powers didn't manifest until his late teens. Tecum, as most called him, hid his powers as best he could, knowing the power of fear first hand already. He hated school and joined the military to avoid college, where he became a paratrooper. He worked with the airborne artillery in the 82nd for ten years before being honorably discharged. Now he runs a small tour service in the NC mountain;, where he meets many people and learns more from listening to their talk than they think. He's working on locating other "elementals" mostly out curiosity and knowing that they will be considered outcasts, and freaks, just as his people are in America.
He has inherited a large portion of a largely unpopulated mountain in NC and is buying up the rest as he can. He has built a modest but sturdy house there, and is considering building a dormitory style shelter for any elementals that he may find. He is very secretive, while being an outgoing and engaging person. He does this by saying a lot without ever actually saying anything of value. He's never broken any laws, but he's not very fond of the US government or Europeans in general, because of his people's history with both groups. He can live off the land if he needs to, but enjoys the modern accommodations in his home and car.
He currently lives alone, though he had hopes of marrying one day, those dreams seem out of reach now. In private, his few good friends now him to be kind and protective as well as tenacious and vicious in his defense of family or retaliation on their behalf. His parents are dead, having died early due drug and alcohol addictions. He has no siblings, but considers his squad to be family and keeps up with each member. He is often called "Uncle Tecum" by the children of his squad mates, a name he encourages and lives up to with pride.

[User] Dan looked up to see what appeared to be a teenage girl in a Sailor Moon shirt asking him something in Italian. Dan did not speak Italian. Nor did he tend to jump out of trains, so he decided that this was the first time for both. Coughing a little bit, he started to speak. "Uh... Pizza, pasta, bongioahno, monsignioah, uh... Fuck it. I think you said somethin' that sounded like 'break', so I'll just assume ya asked if I broke somethin'. I didn't. I'm fine. And, uh, yeah. Please tell me you ain't anothah one of them supahfreaks. Oah the govahment. Oah one o' them secret Alien Lizahd Jews that runs the global economy. Don't be any a' those things. Please."

[Assistant]
The ignorance of youth... Tecumseh sighed and wondered just what to tell Alessandra. He would tell her the truth, he knew that, but how much of it could she handle? She already seemed to be under a lot of stress and adding to that burden would accomplish nothing good. Start small then, Tecumseh glanced at his plate as he took another bite himself, almost swallowing the small bite whole.

I wanted to be certain that you were what I thought you might be. And if you were, to let you know you weren't the only one in the world and warn you that life would be difficult for you because you are not like most people. People fear what they do not understand, and they do not understand any of us. I've been on the path you've only just started to walk, all my life. It is a hard path, full of fear, hate, and pain. The broadcast from NY is going to escalate things rather quickly. It is neither wise nor safe to share your skills with anyone you don't trust with your life. So consider carefully what you will do now. What you do now is up to you. Choose your steps wisely.

Tecumseh returns to his food, letting Alessandra consider the information she'd just been given. He knew her life had been difficult and that it was about to get much harder, thanks to the nuts in NY. He hoped she'd escape the notice of those that were now inevitably looking for elementals, but knew it was a matter of time before she found herself surrounded by probes, wires and tubes.

[User]
Alessandra Guillory

Alessa maintained her displeased expression for a minute, before softening up.

"Well...Thank you, I guess"

Alessa continued to eat, trying to clear her mind of the information placed before her. She remained silent for the most part, waiting for anyone else to speak up. Jason wanted to, but still wasn't sure just how to lighten up the situation. So he too, just sat in silence. Alessandra finally spoke up once more after her bout of speechlessness. "I think I should get back to the dig site, thank you for the meal." She said, standing up and pushing her chair back into place. Jason simply got up as well, no objection, barely any show of emotion from him.

Talia Molina

"Well, I'm not an alien lizard, but I am a Jew with a goverment job" Talia replied mockingly in English, "Hope that's okay". She spoke with a sardonic smile as she looked over Dan. "Here, let me help you with that," She said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a first aid kit. If Dan would let her, Talia was going to bandage up the cuts from the glass, maybe wash out the particularly bad ones with some alcohol and antibiotics, and run a blood test on some sample's she'd snag from him during that.

Then, it caught her attention that the train had suddenly come to a full stop, and then it was moving...backwards?
This just screams elemental activity, Talia thought to herself as she watched it.

"Hey, you mind telling me what's going on on that train?" she asked Dan, pointing to it as it rolled back past them.

[Assistant] Dan allowed himself to be cleaned up by the kind, though Jewish, young girl. "Allow me to describe foah you what's goin' on in that train. You got a man made outta metal who named himself aftah that Google Browsah fightin' with a man who breathes nitrogen oah somethin'. Theyah's also two sistahs, one who sweats balloon juice and one who sweats hydrogen, a balls a' steel fella named "Jerry", and a beautiful young woman who is completely flawless. They'ah all watchin' from the sidelines. Now then, if you'ah satisfied that I'm psychotic, I think ya can take yoah leave now. Oah not, if ya want to hang around to watch some moah pointless fights between supah powah'd freaks."

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While he was laying on the ground, Jan was able to pull his remaining glove off with his teeth as Chrome stopped throwing metal around the train. He continued to lay on the ground until the metal man grabbed him by the coat and pull him to his feet. It was at that moment that the Nitrogen element slipped out of his white coat and staggered away from his enemy to get some distance between them. He grabbed the metal lodged in his shoulder and gritted his teeth as it was pulled out and fresh pain shot through his body followed by a new pain of frostbite setting in to stop the bleeding and covered the wound with a thin layer of ice. "Now then, how about we have a fair fight like gentlemen." Jan told the man as he straightened his vest and moved into a boxer stance with both hands held up in front of his while bouncing on the balls of his feet ready for anything that Chrome would throw at him.

This wasn't Jan's first time in a fight and in his time he became skilled with some stand up fighting. He did enjoy his unfair advantage when it came to hand to hand combat with each time he hit his opponent with bare fists that spot if bare skin caused frostbite and if clothes, they became damp with cooled nitrogen molecules.

[Assistant]
Tecumseh finished his shepherd's pie in silence and was about to call in dessert when the other two rose, announcing their intent to leave. That wouldn't bother him, he'd meant exactly what he said. He wasn't about to tell either of them how to live their lives, but he knew Alessandra needed to be warned that things were going to get worse. Having someone at the site to help smooth over any ruffles would be good for her as well. He knew it was a lot to dump on their shoulders, but they were young, they would find a way to survive, just as he had.

Dessert is on it's way if you want it. You know where to find me if you need me.

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Chloe's eyes moved of their own accord to the gaping hole in the side of the train. It wasn't going too fast. She could probably find Dan and make sure he was alright if she managed to, well, not break anything on the way out. A pale green cloud hissed from her mouth as she watched the situation continue to escalate. Well, she'd sort of done what she could. Now or never. She didn't want to get a piece of metal stuck through her brain, or the effects of contact with supercooled nitrogen.

"Adios," she said, edging around Chrome carefully. She jumped out of the train and rolled gracefully(?!) along the ground while covering her head to prevent any smashing of her precious skull on impact. When she finally stopped, a dull ache groaned in her ribcage...but it could have been a lot worse than the bruises that Chloe knew would be coming around to haunt her soon. Stiffly, she got to her feet, dusted herself off, cast a worried glance at the train that was now speeding away, and sauntered along the side of the track toward Dan and a girl who had apparently seen far too much for one day.

[Assistant]
Chrome looked around, and felt a stinging on his torso. His oxide failed, the nitrogen was now wreaking havoc on his body. As the train moved back into the station and the conductor gained control again, he finally took note of where he was.
 "Shit!" He cried out as he fell out the gash in the train, he landed on the train tracks with a thud. He tried to get up but was completely stuck on to the ground. He realized with yet another curse that this was one of the newer bullet trains and he hit himself mentally for not taking note of that when he was moving the train back up. His was enraged still and shot out his magnetic powers, breaking the track and freeing him. He frowned however when a dark skinned man looked down at him. The man's eyes widened and he screamed as Chrome looked back at him.
 Crappity Crap! Chrome thought. He got up by climbing up the side of the train track, no powers, just the electromagnetic power of the track pulling him. He looked around and frowned. People were looking at him, and he took note of a crowd that were holding their phones up.
 "God Damnit!" He shouted, pulling his arms over his head. The fight would have to wait, he needed to get out of here.

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Tecumseh finished his meal and excused himself to continue his work. He thanked them both for coming and apologized for the unsavory conversation. Putting on his coat, he moved back into the dinning room leaving the door open as he went. He returned to the front desk and buzzed Ms Bahti's room, asking if he might come up and pay his respects if it wasn't an inconvenience for her of course.

Tecumseh thought carefully over the dinner conversation, part of him said that he would regret having told Jason and Alessandra his secret, but it was done. He hoped his crew would be able to help with this, though he honestly didn't see anything more than yet another massacre as the world panicked when it realized just what some of the elementals were capable of. Or perhaps, even better, another Auschwitz where he would die relatively quickly(over several days), and Alessandra would suffer a very long, slow death. He shuddered, she wasn't his problem, but he knew she would be just as defenseless as his people had been at little big horn.


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Age: 25

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Personality: Not someone who would blindly trust anyone and not someone who would be willing to sacrifice herself for any "greater causes," Isabel-Ocelot is a mercenary at her best - a person who would do anything to ensure her survival and freedom in a cutthroat world where calling the police was pathetic at its best and where the law was a chain of bondage, not a protective system of justice. Isabel-Ocelot is also extremely patient, willing to wait an unbelievable amount of time to wait for an opponent to show an opening or reveal a weakness.

Bio: Born in the California Free-State, Alexis was born into a world where being SINless meant that one was non-existent within the system of corporate rulerships that had spread across the world. Raised in the shadows cast by the social dominance raised by corporations, she became a shadowrunner at a young age to fend for herself. By the time she was 20, she was well known and well regarded as a woman who can get wetwork done. She ran with several shadowrunner teams and worked for plenty of people, but ultimately she couldn't let just one organization or team tie her down.

Abilities:

Sniper - Isabel-Ocelot is, first and foremost, a sniper. She is an extremely skilled marksmanship whose already formidable abilities are only enhanced by the adept magic she utilizes.

Stealth and Cover: Isabel is highly skilled at stealth and the use of covers to conceal her presence.

Controlled Breathing: As a part of her sniper training, Isabel is skilled in controlling her breathing. As such, she is capable of speeding up or lowering her heart and breathing rate to shrink her presence, although she cannot erase it completely.

Patience: One of what Isabel-Ocelot openly declares are the two main skills that make her a damn good Shadowrunner, Isabel has the mental fortitude to never, ever rush into a situation and can lie on a rooftop or treetop for hours, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. She will never act rashly under even the most perverse insults and daring challenges - after all, the best comeback against such insults against her strengths were to kill them.

Preparation: Isabel-Ocelot's other self-professed main skill - Isabel will never, ever blindly rush into attacking a target. Instead, she will gather as much information as she can about her target, look for the faintest clues as to what they cannot just shrug off and what has hurt them in the past and learn as much about their strengths and weaknesses as possible. Even after that, she will stalk her target for days, watching and waiting, observing his or her every move, learning every single facet of their life before finally choosing a long and deliberate process of killing them off in a process that may take days, all in the final result of finding the right bullet to shoot from the right place at the right time.

Weapons Training: Aside from a sniper rifle, Isabel is also skilled with various handguns and rifles.

Tracking: Isabel is a master tracker, able to find the faintest of signs and picking up the faintest of clues that will lead her to her prey. She is especially skilled in utilizing this skill in urban terrain.

Way of the Adept - as someone versed in the magic of the Shadowrun universe, instead of using it for rituals and casting spells Isabel instead utilizes magic for her inner strength. Such users of magic are known as Adepts.

Adept: The Invisible Way - an Adept who has dedicated their lives to training in the skills of invisibility - both in cliche and true undercover methods, Isabel-Ocelot is capable of blending into any crowds, erasing her presence in the world from the sixth sense and use her magic to enhance her physical capabilities, for those rare moments when she actually personally goes around to sneak about.

Equipment:

Commlinks - her main tools of communication; a commlink is an electronic device that keeps her connected on the go. Of course, hers are highly illegally modified and she has several of these, much like a criminal would have several phones.

Barret Model 121 Heavy Sniper Rifle + Suppressor and gyromount - the sniper rifle she was using at the moment; this is a heavy sniper rifle which she often keeps concealed in a violin case.

Ruthenium Polymer Stealth Suit - The Stealth suit is an integrated armour, heat dissipation and ruthenium polymer system designed for the ultimate in stealth. The armoured body suit provides not only ballistic and impact protection but also helps to bold infra-red emissions from the body, to prevent detection by themographic systems. The Stealth suit comes equipped with 8 extra sensors and with 2 gel power packs (10 hours life time each).

Ruthenium Polymer Cloak - The Polymer Cloak is simply a cloak worn over existing garments coated in polymers. It doesnt offer any other armour or integrated features but like normal clothing may be modified to accept 2 levels of armour modifications. The RPC comes complete with 8 extra image sensors and 2 gel power packs with 10 hours life time each.

Onotari Equalizer Machine Pistol - for that down and dirty situation when Isabel-Ocelot needed to get out of a situation by fighting out of it. She has a suppressor attachment for it.

Lockpicks - several in various inconspiculous places through her outfit and body at all times.

Universe of Origin: Shadowrun

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Über Ethereal & Bambietta Basterbine
The Dark Outliners

Area Unknown -> Bern, Switzerland

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It had been multiple das since the notorious Dark Outliners had made themselves conspicuous among the minority of people concerned in the affairs of the Multiverse. It would only take a casual projectile from the heavens to provoke these individuals once more into a morbid curiosity that could only lead to bad things. The crash revealed that a supposedly empty planet in this empty universe was more crowded than it should have been with notably strong power spikes in the radars of the Sectoids controlling the many computers in the ships patrolling the zone.

The Overlord of this fleet wasn't exactly present, rather it was in a bizarre dimension with nothing but a living room and white walls with a Terminal serving as the only object out of place. It simply levitated like a ghastly phantom haunting the entire area. The Uber Ethereal would only twitch when it would receive information from the Sectoid in the ship that had picked up on the meteor's trace.

"Basterbine. We depart."

It had ordered with a raspy and demeaning voice along with an eerie echo with each syllable it uttered. The masked creature with royal red, ritualistic cloak surrounding it would levitate toward the Terminal as it expected a response from the individual it had summoned.

Bambi sat in a large chair, her legs crossed and she studied the man in front of her with vulturous eyes "Did you take it? She said that you did, and I have to believe that it was you, this isn't the first time it's happen, so before this continues I'm giving you a chance to come clean." she had her arms crossed and tapped a finger on her arm.

The man gulped in air and shook his head "General Ba-"

"Wrong answ-" she cut him off only to be cut off herself and she sighed "Now what does he want, I cant even discipline my soldiers without getting interrupted, this better be worth the damn time, so help me god..." getting up from the chair, she grabbed a paperweight from the desk and walked past the soldier.

"Is...is that all General Basterbine?" the man looked confused and she smirkd looking back.

"Think fast..." throwing the paper weight at him, the man caught it confused until she closed the metal door and locked it behind her. Realizing what she did too late, he ran towards the door and banged on it screaming for help, only to see through the small glass hole, her looking through, a smile creeping on her face "I knew you took it by the way, I just happened to not have the time to play with you sadly, bye bye now." she winked and turned on her heels as the man desperately tried to pull the lever to open the door.

Upon walking out of the into the hallway, an explosion was heard, but the metal room withstood the blow "Huh...nice the room actually kept together, I'll have to thank those scientists of his..." she walked with her hands behind her back towards the Terminal and stood slightly annoyed. The Alien would already be standing within the perimeter of the strange machine they had some how appropriated in this room. It was argued that the Terminal was already there, but that had little importance.

"A level 5 has been detected in the 'Dead Zone'. Scans have revealed the presence of other imposing beings and active entities. However, it appears the readings on the crashed creature are in harmony with what The Envisioning One is looking for."

It informed the murderous woman as it used its psionic powers to activate the Terminal and enter the surveillance ship that had contacted the Ethereal of the issue. It was cruising over the area for a short period now as multiple readings had caught the attention of the Ethereal's mighty army.

Bambi raised an eyebrow interested suddenly and stretched looking at the scans and then back to the Uber "If it's really a Level 5 I don't think I should fight, unless you want me to use my Vollständig and well...yeah you've seen what happens. A battle between me and that thing would probably destroy the city, not that I care, but if there are other beings in 'Dead Zone', I'd rather not attract unwanted attention, as much fun as it sounds." she sighed and looked at the other scans of the other beings in the area and she saw rather normal one moving, probably in a car or transport of some sort "why don't I start small and work my way to you, since I'm going to assume if I don't take the Lv.5, you will" she looked up at the Uber waiting for a response.

"Then you will greet the remaining anomalies in the local area. I will secure the entity we are pursuing. Be weary, Basterbine."

With that warning, the operating Sectoids would have both executives teleport down into the city while multiple pods bled out of the invisible ship and crashed into multiple rotten buildings. Armored Muton Elites wielding plasma gatling guns emerged by the dozen per pod. Most would close into the location of the impact while a few would encounter the Followers of Tiameus. There was going to be an inevitable conflict at this point but that didn't matter all too much to the Ethereal.

The two higher ups had been warped near the crash site and without uttering a single word, the alien would slowly glide toward the crater before stopping to see the monster that was Apocalypse lying there. To the monster, the Ethereal would look like a form of apparition, a ghost with the Psi-field distorting its figure a bit. The otherworldly attire it had didn't help in bringing familiarity to the lost being.

"Now come, envoy of the other dimension. Speak and show us what you are."

The alien overlord was cryptic of course, but it had the goal of provoking the abomination before it to test its intelligence. That was the first step, and depending on where it'd go, the right initiative would be taken.

Being teleported far closer to her target, she looked behind her and saw the ships landing where the impact had been "So much for being subtle, but it does look cool? I guess?" she spoke outloud to herself and focused her attention ahead and started towards the car that was away from the impact location, thinking, maybe a more vulnerable approach would work in this situation, stopping, she took her hat off, placing it on the roof top and forming a small blade. Cutting her cloths, she took her cloak off and pulled a sleeve off and fell back, laying in ash and it getting all over her clothes. Looking down at the ripped and tattered appearance she smirked "Nice job if I do say so myself..." jumping down from the building, she began running towards the now approaching car.

Looking now she saw that there was also another being following the car and she readied herself for a fight if need be, going from a nearby alley way, she waved her arms and hobbled to the middle of the road "HEY!?! PLEASE STOP!?!" she held her right arm as if she was in pain and seemingly braced her body for an impact from the car, if the car showed no signs of stopping, she would blow it up or move out of the way, or both depending on her mood, but for now she would play a girl in need of help and warning to not continue on the path that the car was heading. However there was also the problem of the entity behind the car, it was different from the scan of the being in the car, and would probably serve much more trouble, hopefully it was able to be reasoned with.

Creator@CorpusMundus

[Assistant]
Kirby

Kirby was hit into the wall, at this point his power up separated from his body. It turned into a star, bounced a few times, then dissapeared. Kirby was starting to get frustrated now. He got up with a determined look on his face, he was a bit damaged and couldn't take much more damage, but he didn't care. He ran towards the Sith once more and once close enough he opened his mouth and started in hale, HARD. His place was to copy the Sith's powers if at all possible. Although it wouldn't be anything like the Sith's powers he would copy. It would most likely be either a lightning power up or a sword power up. Or something entirely different.

Asura

Asura turned to look at the man who had come up to talk to him. He was alot shorter than Asura who was towering over him. "Asura, you want something?" Asura said starting to crack his knuckles. Asura was busy looking for a specific terminal. He wasn't entirely sure as to where it was but he knew it was awfully far away, and getting there would take awhile. The power Asura was giving off continued to disperse, he was certainly the most powerful there in the way of brute strength, and endurance.

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[Isabel, Grand Central Terminal, Gift Shop]

For better or for worse, and for reasons that Isabel herself couldn't tell, she had followed the boy with spaghetti right into the gift shop. It had seemed... remarkably simple and free of electronic advertisements, or even devices on which they would be displayed. None of the usual corps had their advertisements here either, meaning this was a pretty strange place. Especially for a store.

She didn't have her stealth gear on, but she was still taking measures to keep herself hidden - or at least, make herself not obvious. It was from this position that she watched Frisk take the toy train, and her eyes narrowed as he stood still for a second, wondering what was happening. As he picked up the train and left, she followed him out, only stopping any attempt at hiding herself when she saw that the outside was quite different.

"...Hey kid..." she finally spoke as she revealed herself to him, wondering if she was being assaulted by a mage casting illusions on her at the moment and ready to be shot right in the back at any moment, "What did you do? Did you do something?"


[System]
Captain
Hugh Talbain - a Knight, played by Lugubrious. While before he merely pretended to be a knight, Hugh now lives and fights as one, though his time as an actor continues to bleed through. The most dramatic pauser.

Front Line
Lilith Merdox - a Mercenary, played by Crimson Raven. Though a painful past has left its mark on her, she is all the tougher for it, and not forgotten where she cam from. The lustiest for riches.
Jakobe Russenfalt - a Cavalier, played by Multi_Media_Man. A soldier through and through, he doesn't let dreams of honor distract him from a reality that needs his help. The most knightly.
Sanguin - a Myrmidon, played by Lugubrious. An alternate persona of hers -the wolf- developed to handle the stress of battle has blended too well with her normal self. The biggest drinker.
Ronin - a Fighter, played by nobody. Wielding a near-impossible to use Imposing Axe, Ronin is unfailingly bold and totally convinced of his own fighting prowess. Beneath the confidence, however, he is painfully aware of his own faults and flaws, and has dismal self-esteem. The faintest after long walks.
Franky Lonnas - a Barbarian, played by Xan the G. This sarcastic, thrill-seeking pirate met his match with a run-in with the Bravuran military, and now atones on the path to freedom. The bravest gambler.

Second Line
Nickolas Rienbach - a Dark Mage, played by TentacleLord. Though at times disturbingly familiar with death, this roamer can boast a genial nature and heroic intent. The lightest dark mage there is.
Kuur Salcair - an Archer, played by TentacleLord. Hyper-competitive yet oddly stoic when it comes to socializing, this venturous young lady wishes to see the world. The most gullible.
Habeen Nocta - a Dark Mage, played by Toadropes. A traveler from lands abroad and a Plegian by birth, this wanderer's only constant is her unflappable good mood. The most unnervingly cheerful.
Syrena - a Mage, played by Prince of Seraphs. A fire burns inside this sweet young girl, one that expelled her from her broken home and into the unforgiving world. The likeliest to repeat syllables.
Taene - a Manakete, played by Cinderella Man. A stoic thrill-seeker, seemingly only vehement when challenged or given the chance to experience something new. The one with the coldest breath.

Variable Position
Gaius Secundus - a Tactician, played by Crimson Raven. Just now officially beginning as a battle strategist, this mellow young man is anxious to do his father's teaching proud. The lightest sleeper.
Jeane Robina - a Thief, played by Toadropes. No mere petty brigand, she sustains a unique set of morals paired with dashing charisma. The first one to steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Kel - a Wyvern Rider, played by Experiment 249. Though flippant, slow to respect authority, and oftentimes lazy, Kel is a man with powerful bonds, be it with his sister or his treasured dragon. The smokiest-smelling.
Dylan Caercot - a Pegasus Rider, played by Burthstone. A courier who blames himself for his sister's death, and whose aspiration to join the Reclaimers came true in a lucky break. The least tanned.

Support
Marcus Ambrosias - a Priest, played by Prince of Seraphs. Few know that this worldly, social, selfless monk once practiced the black arts as a Dark Mage. The one with the most pockets.
Timothy Wolfe - a Priest, played by nobody. Still shy even after the bullies trouble him no longer, Tim diverged from his magical background to heal instead. The most beloved by animals.

Ex-Members
Arkhant - a Mage. Heir to a grand lineage of magicians, Arkhant is determined to uphold the family legacy through learning and adventure. After a grave wound on Mission 1, Westroad Village, he lost his fire to be a Reclaimer and left for home.

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Arkhant and Ronin - Westroad Village
As Ronin and Arkhant took up positions at the rear of the pub the roof was set ablaze with Syrena's particular brand of fire magic. The lancers inside no doubt suspecting that they were being driven into the open divided there forces between the two exits hoping that at least one would get away unharmed. They were mistaken.

At the rear of the building Ronin and Arkhant readied for a fight. Four lancers came charging out and as they did so Ronin ran to meet them. He swung his enormous Imposing Axe intended to take the head off the first lancer. However the weapon was so unwieldy and commanded so much momentum that he was unable to alter it's course when the lancer dove for cover. His giant weapon hit the wall of the pub cracking threw a support beam and causing the door to collapse on one of the enemy units.

At a bit safer a distance Arkhant was preparing to caste wind magic against there enemies. He read the ancient language that his tome was written in and glowing orange air runes started to spiral out of the tome. With the precision born of practice he directed these at the lancer closest to Ronin hoping to disable the man before he had a chance to attack the axe wielder. Though it was clear that he had done significant damage his target was still active.

Ronin let go of the handle of his axe which was still buried deep in the wall, in order to dodge the blow of a lancer who'd recently been bombarded with wind magic. As the man thrust his spear at Ronin the bigger man dodged and grabbed the shaft of the weapon yanking the man forward pulling him off balance. With no weapon however Ronin was at a loss for how to finish him.

Seeing his chance Arkhant summoned another round of elwind and targeted the man that Ronin had just pulled off balance. The wind tore threw the air finally laying him in the dust. That was two enemies defeated. While Arkhant had been dealing with Ronin's enemies the other two lancers had rallied and were advancing on him. He prepared another draft of wind magic but there was no way for him to take out two targets in one shot. At least not before he was impaled.

Ronin saw the predicament Arkhant was in before the mage himself noticed. Soon as he was sure the lancer as his feet was unconscious Ronin ripped the Imposing Axe from the wall and charged. Ronin was attempting to lay the Imposing Axe to rest in one of the enemy combatants skulls but the large form of the weapon made it difficult to maneuver. Instead in came crashing down over the lance the man was preparing to stab Arkhant with. The lancer turned around to see who had destroyed his weapon and was met with Ronin's determined expression.

Arkhant was grateful that Ronin took one of the enemies off his hands but that still left another for him to deal with and he his tome didn't allow him to rapidly fire off spells. As the lancer drew near Arkhant became aware that he would not be able to beat the man in one blow and if he didn't the lance would pierce his chest. Instead of targeting the lancer specifically Arkhant targeted the lance. He used his influence with the wind to change the weapon's trajectory but to the surprise of its wielder. However it wasn't quite enough.

Ronin was too busy with his own problems to deal with Arkhant's. The Imposing Axe was too large for him to rearm himself with and the lancer had only head of his spear. It seemed however that the head was enough. Ronin was strong and powerful but he did not wear armor and with his weapon buried in the ground he had no defense for himself.

The spear Arkhant had redirected was pushed far north of its original target be it didn't quite clear the mage's body. The spear pierced his shoulder and stuck fast. In the moment the mage noticed Ronin was in trouble. In a desperate split second decision he summoned more wind magic but rather then use it on his own attacker he targeted Ronin's.

The wind magic struck Ronin's opponent mid strike saving the axeman's life. Ronin reached out grabbed the spear head from the disoriented man and stabbed him through the heart with it. Then he turned to Arkhant to thank him for the assist only to discover that Arkhant was having his own problems. He had a spear protruding from his shoulder and a lancer preparing to cast the final blow. Ronin quickly pulled the Imposing Axe from the ground and with his first decently aimed shot that day cleaved the lancer's head from his shoulders.

Without the lancer's grip on his weapon supporting him Arkhant fell to the ground. Ronin ran up and caught the mage's body before it hit the mud. "This is all my fault. If I wasn't so busy or so reckless." Arkhant smiled a little which appeared more like a grimace of pain. "Come on, this isn't a mortal wound. Get me to a healer and I'll be perfectly fine." Not long after that the background support healer Tim was summoned to tend to Arkhant's wounds. He would require a number of days to recover properly but for the moment he was okay to reenter battle.

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Kuur Salcair - Slaying the Remains

The dark-skinned woman darted forward with the agility of a leopard at the sound of metal clashing on metal and rolled past Lilith and Sanguin's melee. She came up with an arrow already laid against her bow's oiled string and aimed at the fleeing bandits.

The arrow whistled as it shot past Lilith's head and buried itself inside one of men's neck, causing the swordsman to spasm involuntarily and collapse. Another two arrows followed moments later, both finding their marks inside soft flesh of the remaining man, easily penetrating what had already scorched by the Mire curse. As the last one of the looters fell, the archer smirked. "...Easy."

Nickolas Rienbach - West Road Town

Nickolas grimaced, glancing down at the shaft of the single arrow that had the luck to fly over the heavily armored defensive line. It had penetrated his already wounded leg, leaving only three inches of the shaft and a feathered tail producing outside of his flesh.

Perhaps the universe just didn't want him to walk on that leg for a while.

Dismissing the pessimistic thoughts with a shake of his head, Nickolas put on his best smile and glanced around for the thieves he'd been told to take care of. The healing could come later. Noting their demises at the hands of the capable womanfolk, he instead turned to the cavalier. "Sir Jakobe. It appears that our final task has taken care of itself. We should move with Sir Hugh on the perpetrator of this raid."

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Hugh – Westroad Village

The courier's answer, paired with his appearance and manner, were sufficient to convince Hugh that Dylan wasn't an enemy, or even involved in this conflict. Before replying, Hugh held up a hand signaling give me a moment, and took a moment to check on Nick's status. Not only did the dark mage have only a few minutes left before his leg would no longer be of use to him, but a stray arrow had lodged itself in that limb during their assault on the archers. "In Naga's name...I had heard that dark mages had bad luck, but this is ludicrous. I hate to press you in this condition, but like you've said, we must move on whomever's captaining these brigands immediately."

He turned back to look at Dylan, and pointed the shaft of his spear toward the village's sole guard tower, where none of his soldiers had yet been and where the opposing leader likely resided. "Proper introductions will have to wait for later, since we're headed thataways to finish this mess, but suffice to say I am Hugh and these are the Reclaimers. If you're not too busy delivering messages to the dead, we could use your help." The knight hadn't meant to be sarcastic; doubtless the intensity of the situation had drawn it out of him. Leaving the pegasus knight to make his choice, Hugh returned to address his allies, and saw that at the same moment, Lilith, Gaius, Kuur, Jeane, Sanguin, and Habeen had arrived. Evidently, the axemen had fallen and the thieves were no more, along with the archers' demise. Aside from the conflict of Taene and Kel, which had yet to be properly decided, everything seemed in order. Even as he thought that, however, Hugh couldn't help but feel that he was forgetting something.

"Hey!"

The knight spotted Franky, Syrena, and Ronin fleeing from the direction of a building that had gone up in flame a short while ago. Directly behind them was Tim, who was doing his best to support what seemed to be a heavily wounded Arkhant. Not far on their heels was a small squadron of spear-wielding soldiers, escapees of the burning building judging by their singed clothing and sooty faces. At that exact instant, however, the bandit soldiers became aware of the larger group that their targets were heading to, and wisely peeled off in the direction of the guard tower instead. After calling for Tim to find a safe place to leave Arkhant, he summoned the whole of the Reclaimers host minus that mage and the wyvern rider, and charged with those thirteen others toward the defended position.

By the time that the Reclaimers drew close, however, the adversary boss had appeared. Despite now being outnumbered fourteen to seven, he sauntered forth with sneering confidence and contempt, for beneath his arm he had a feebly struggling young woman in Dancer's attire, and in his other hand was a steel sword pressed to her throat. On his back, behind his styled black hair and ponytail, was an iron axe that gleamed almost as malevolently as his eyes. His six soldiers fanned out behind him, spears lowered. This man took a moment to speak, knowing from the look on Hugh's face that he had the advantage. "Well, well, well," he laughed. "You lot come in here, slaughter my men, and yet the death of a single helpless innocent causes you to take pause. Another bunch of uppity do-gooders thought they'd try to match up against Malboro, eh?" His sneer turned into a tooth-gritted frown, and his voice sacrificed all its glee for hostility. It was obvious just by looking at Malboro that he was no average bandit; his clothes, though old and somewhat dirty, were of high calibur, and behind the cruelty etched into his features there was the look of noble breeding. Plus, unless that axe was ornamental, he harbored proficiency in more than one melee art. "Lay down your weapons now, or her pretty little neck will be in pretty little shreds."


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User] After some time had past, the boat finally arrived on the shoreline of Freesia Island, "Okay this should be a good spot to stop, just don't stay too long, dem vulcans be scary." said the captain of the ship as he remained on board and Wes stepped off. He stretched as he felt glad to be back on land, then he took a quick glance at the terrain in front of them. "So Angelo, you have the paper for the job, do you no where we can our client?" He said while looking out in what could be behind the trees near the coast. "It's quite the forest we have here, hopefully it won't prove too much of a challenge to find the guy."

[Assistant]
Mayt smiles fully as he takes his sandwich, and he starts to dig in, chewing and swallowing, and loving the taste of the sandwich. Sasha seemed to have some trouble reading, and he blushed, realizing she must have dyslexia or something. He would scoot over by her to get a better look at the picture of the plant, his shoulder brushing up against hers. He read over the text about the plant, curious as to its properties. He didn't say anything as he started to work towards finishing his sandwich. Sasha can easily feel that his barrier of heat is back.

Mayt spoke again once he had finished his food, wiping his mouth and folding up the napkin, putting it in his pocket to throw away in a trash can later. "Sorry, I didn't know you had dyslexia." He says quietly, knowing she probably was sensitive about the subject. He doesn't really give her a chance to respond before he goes on to "Interesting looking plant. but I feel like it's still going to take hours to find this thing. I'm not much of a herbalist. I can't tell you a pansy from a tulip." He smiles, jokingly, and pushes against her slightly with his shoulder. Causing her to rock a little bit, but not hard. "The sandwich was nice though." He looks like he's about to say something else, then shakes his head, and Sasha might be able to see him pinching his own leg with his left hand. He leans back, looking up at the sky. He lets out a long breath, hoping to have a few more minutes before they had to head back to the road. He had spent most of the past week walking around between places, and he wasn't super keen on the hike back to the town they were in that they had to do later.

Mayt hums a soft tune as he moves so that he's lying down, his legs still folded up where he was sitting. He sets his hands on his stomach, twiddling them. "I would've preferred to actually eat a little later, so that we'll probably be done by the time we wanted to eat again. Also, if we finish the job today, will we just set up camp on the road? Or will we try to go all the way back, even if it turns to night?" He lifts his head up a little to look at Sasha.

[User]
She smiled when Mayt shifted closer, so their shoulders touched, and shifted the book slightly so he could see it better, shifting closer to the heat he created, enjoying it. She started to eat, but lowered her sandwich when Mayt said about her having Dyslexia, and she grimaced, lowering her sandwich as he continued, talking about the plant.She managed to smile, moving with the push he gave her, and laughed softly, looking at him curiously when he seemed to want to sa something else, and then abused himself by pinching himself. She blinked, wondering why he did that.

She pondered for a minute, looking at the picture, and saaid, "Don't worry, I can identify it. It's actually an easy one to identify, even though its quite rare. it has a different curve,, and style to some other things, and some times, it has small white flowers" She blushed, and said "I'm good at drawing, I notice things like that" She said, "but something could be doing this, creating an illness, so, its always good to have backup" She smiled, but she seemed troubled. She folded up her half eaten sandwich in the packaging it came in, setting it aside, and drinking some water.

She sighed softly, "it would be best to make camp if we do finish today, unless we can get a vehicle or something." she said, "I'd like to see it through though, see if the cure works." Even though the job request didn't require that, Sasha didn't think it felt right to just find the herb and go on their way. "We can find some more food too" She said, almost as an after thought. She looked down at her hands, frowning.

"I'm not Dyslexic. I just can't read well" She said softly, still looking down at her hands, wondering if she should have just gone on with the Dyslexia idea, but that didn't seem...honest. "My parents died when I was a kid, and my mentor didn't focus on things like reading, and i was generally too exhausted to practice reading myself" She said, her cheeks slowly reddening, and she sighed again, closing her eyes, ready for ridicule, even though she knew that was foolish.

[Assistant] Angelo walked out of the boat and he put mark in his shirt pocket to protect mark from any of the beasts nearby that would hurt his little friend putting some bread pieces in the pocket with him in case he is hungry. then angelo looked at his request sheet and told Wes "well it doesn't say where we can find him but it says his name is Gentai chin. so now the question is if you were a hermit where would you set up shop? right now my best guess is that if he is having a Vulcan problem then it means he is somewhere high up most likely near any mountains or hills so lets start their" Angelo told Wes as he put the request sheet back in his pocket and started to walk through the forest looking for anything that would resemble a hermits hut

[User]
"Sure, I don't mind staying near the place to see if it works. It'd be interesting." He yawns, and smiles at Sasha, the smile fading as she explains she isn't dyslexic. He stared up, musing for a few moments, before slowly saying. "Ah, well, too bad for him. He didn't get to hear your sweat voice reading things to him." He chuckles slightly, then frowns. Scratching his stomach, he closes his eyes. His face softens slightly, and his breathing levels out. After a few moments he jumps, half sitting up. He shakes his head, and gives Sasha a meek smile. "Sorry."

"Well, to be honest, at least you had someone who took a real interest in your life. Or, at least, a reasonable few. I was taken away from my birth parents because they were criminals, my second pair gave me up because they couldn't handle me, and my third set were completely incompetent. They quite literally adopted me because, and I quote, "to see what having a child is like, without having to go through the stress of giving birth to one". They're probably happily not having kids right now. Or, because I basically took care of myself, they could be in over their head with a five or six year old." He sighed, and stared up at the sky. "Well, when I said 'couldn't handle me' I meant 'I drew a knife on them because they wouldn't get the hell off my back'." Mayt closes his eyes again, giving Sasha time to respond to him telling her about his many parents.


[System]
Age: 15
Appearance: cdn130.picsart.com/254586172015212.png; her hair is shoulder-length when it's down, she sometimes wears skirts and more feminine clothes
Godly parent: Tyche, goddess of luck, who later claims her
Powers: able to manipulate/ grant and foretell luck to a degree, incredible at games of chance and outwitting her opponents
Bio: Ivy's father was a gambler (slot machines) with problems after Tyche left back to Olympus, and eventually Ivy was taken away. She originally lived in New York, where she ran away from the foster system there. While looking for ways to obtain some more money, she accidentally fell into a shipping truck headed to San Francisco, CA, but she finally escaped at a point in the middle of nowhere near Camp Half Blood. She trekked to the closest civilization, and that is where the story begins.
Other: she always wears a golden necklace with a four leaf clover that was left by Tyche; she loves to gamble and loves to hustle
Theme song: Hollywood (Down on Your Luck) by Thin Lizzy

[User] Ivy looks at her phone and curses under her breath. "I'd love to go to the mansion with you, but if I don't get back the others may eat each other for dinner."

[Assistant]
Arthur smiles" red the mansion is where we are staying out the pool house is what I was asking and yeah that's understandable "

Jacob sighs" kid will you shut up? " he says I hate crying

[User] "You know what I mean!" Ivy begins to seem pretty desperate now. "The point is there are six teenagers and one tiny person alone in a nice with no food. I have to get there before they rip the house to shreds." Ivy starts to sprint towards the pool house.

[Assistant] Arthur nods and watches her sprint toward where everyone is staying then goes to the tinier house and sits on the porch where a tiny piano was and begins to play mr. Sandman

[User] Ivy bursts into the house, continuing to sprint into the kitchen. She puts a pot on the stove, and starts to clean up when she hears loud crying. "Jacob, love?" she calls for him.

[Assistant] Jacob walks down" yeah ? " he asks

[User] Ivy frowns, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "Who's crying?"

[Assistant]
Jacob sighs" it's that kid I asked her to get off of me multiple times and she just started crying" he tells ivy yeah it's that kid

Arthur switches the song to until the day I die

[User] She comes back in and then sees her crying sister. She looks at around fury in her eyes. "WHO DID THIS?" She asked as she walked over to her sister trying to comfort her

[Assistant]
Jacob sighs" she started crying when I asked her to get off of me" he tells Seth

Arthur plays the song " until the day I die I'll spill my blood for you" he sings softly to keep with the rhythm of the song

[User] She looks at him. "She had a nightmare....she wanted to cuddle...." she said to him throw clenched teeth.

[Assistant]
Jacob shakes his head" she didn't ask she just crawled on me without speaking I don't like little kids so of course I asked her to get off" damn skippy,

Arthur keeps playing as he looks at the beach

[User] "Oh," Ivy says sadly. "Is she okay now?"

[Assistant] She flies at him. "Thats no reason to make her cry." She said as she slammed her leg into his side

[User]
Jacob dodges" I just asked her to get off and she broke out crying

Arthur plays through the whole song

[Assistant] She looked at him. "SHE WANTED TO CUDDLE....YOU COULD HAVE CAME AND GOT ME." She said SWINGEING at him again

[User] "HEY!" Ivy gets in front of Jacob, and takes the hit, grunting softly. "Fighting is not the answer! In fact, all of this yelling and fighting will scare little Nona, making her cry again. Do you want that, Arty? There are other ways to settle things, y'know. Gods you people are violent."

[Assistant] She looks at her. "I am the daughter of....never mind." She said as she picked her up and cuddled with her. "Sorry Ivy." She said to Ivy

[User]
Jacob says "N'dah" protect casting the divine word on him and ivy after she got punched he then stands there"I keep this up on till you calm down and I don't care that your the daughter of Poseidon I'm the host of Sobek" he tells arty

Arthur finishes the song then begins to play fly me to the moon

[Assistant] She looks at him. "We WILL Settle this later." She said to him glaring.

[User] "That's what I thought. I know I'm pocket-sized but seriously, did you have to pick me up?" Ivy crosses her arms, her lips pursed.

[Assistant] Jacob nodded" fine but you're over reacting she didn't say a word to me how do you expect me to know she had a nightmare" he says to arty if we fight were not holding back ' agree I'm not going to let myself be beat up just because her sister wanted to sit on my lap'

[User] She smiles at her. "Your.....FUN SIZED." She said giggling

[Assistant] "I've only heard of fun-sized.. wait a minute. I'm in the air... are you going to eat me?"

[User] She looks at her and raises an eyebrow. "Maybe." she said as she playfully nibbled on her neck.

[Assistant]
Jacob stretches " I'm going to swim" he says and walks to his room to change

 Arthur thinks of another song to play

[User] Ivy squeals in surprise, then bats Arty away. "Stop!" she bursts into laughter. "That tickles!"

[Assistant] She smiles as she keeps doing it. She stops. "Thats the point." she said to her giggling.

[User]
Jacob changes into his swimsuit then walks outside and down to the ocean turn into a crocodile ' yeah we haven't done that in a while' he turns into a crocodile and walks into the ocean

Arthur watches and then has an idea and begins to play crocodile tears by benji Kellz

[Assistant] "Could you please put me down now? Unless you'd like to eat lumps of coal for dinner." Ivy points to the smoking pot in the kitchen.

[User] She cusses and then sets her down. She takes her sister up to her room and then tucks her in.

[Assistant]
Jacob swims for a little bit then walks back inside forgetting he was in crocodile form

Arthur stops playing the piano and sits on the porch watching the waves

[User] As she comes down she looks at him. "Dude....My sister is going to know somethings up...." she said as she looks down at him.

[Assistant]
Ivy runs to the kitchen to salvage what was left of their dinner when the bell rings, then there's screaming. A pretty girl stands on the porch, her shockingly bright blue eyes wide as she watches a crocodile walk into the house. Her pink hair sways with the breeze.
"Could someone get that?!"

[User] She runs and looks out the peep hole.

[Assistant]
Jacob turns into human form" sorry"

Arthur walks out of the back porch and back into the house" I will" he opens the door lightly pushing arty aside and his first thought upon seeing the girl standing there was ' Emily when did you dye your hair brown and how are you alive? ' he was so shocked he said her name out loud "emily?"

[User] The girl's gentle voice carries a slight British accent. "Pardon? I'm sorry, were you expecting someone?"

[Assistant] She opened wider. "Oi....Who are you?" she asked.

[User]
Arthur shakes his head " no I'm sorry you look like someone I used to know" he says half in a trance staring at the girl

I sense bast  'another host perhaps? 'maybe Jacob turns to look at the girl

[Assistant] She looks at her. "Is there something i can help you with?" she asks leaning against to door frame.

[User]
"It's quite alright. Hello. I am truly sorry for disturbing your evening, but my uncle and I wanted to make sure that you knew about the archeological scan of this area that your parents pre approved of before we started. You are Artemis, no?" the girl says with a kind smile.

"What's going on?" Ivy's voice carries from the kitchen.

[Assistant]
Jacob falls out" a girl is here about a archeology scan" he called to ivy this girl definitely smells of bast she has to be her host   " are you basts host? " he says to the girl in ancient Egyptian

Arthur keeps staring

[User] She looks at her. "Thats my name dont ware it out." she said as she smiled. She then Smiled. "Ill show you to the study and i will be right there." she said to her as she lead her to the study. She gently shut the door and smiled as she grabbed a tray of glasses and other things. She walked back in and smiled. "So what is this about again now that we are some where more private." she said to her.

[Assistant]
The girl smiles brightly at Jacob, then speaks in ancient Egyptian back to him. "Who wants to know?"

"Huh. That's new."

[User]
Jacob stops the door from closing on arthur  " the host of Sobek" he answers back in ancient Egyptian following them

Arthur walks to the kitchen and puts his head under the sink them runs the water to clear his thoughts

[Assistant]
The girl nods, and gives a small smile. "I thought I sensed another one," she replies in Ancient Egyptian. "Yes, I am who you think," she tells Sobek's host.

Ivy looks at Arthur. "Uh.. whatcha doing?"

[User]
Arthur stops " clearing my thoughts that girl looked just like Emily" he tells ivy

Jacob nods and switches to English " you should join our team then " he tells the girl

[Assistant] She looks at her. "Yes....and im a daughter of Poseidon....CAN WE CRACK ON." she said to her. She sighed. "Jacob, Can you get some soda." she said to him.

[User]
Ivy nearly drops a steaming pot. "Emily as in your first love Emily?"

The girl's brow creases. "Perhaps we could speak more later." She goes into the study, and smiles at Artemis. "My uncle is a renowned archeologist around here, and well just the positioning and the history of the house, my uncle believes something of value could be discovered here. We're not going to start digging unless we can find something, so, whenever is best for you, my uncle's crew will come with noninvasive scanners to see if there's something here. Unfortunately, we do not need your consent, as the owners of this property have already expressed interest and there are no given permanent residents. Excuse me, did you say you were a demigod?"

[Assistant]
Jacob doesn't get the soda" get your own soda I'm not your slave " he mutters and walks out bast would be a good ally she can move through the duat easily

Arthur nods" yeah that Emily "

[User] She looks at her. "Those would be my family....As long as you dont destroy the place...im fine with it....We will be staying here for a few more weeks." she said to her. She smiled as she did. "And well my parents have given me a bit of authority over our homes." she said to her. She smiled as she did.

[Assistant]
Ivy gasps, and sets the pot down. "I LOVE YOU, MOTHER!"

The girl looks at Sobek's host. "Is Jacob your name? I'm Winter," she holds out her hand for a handshake, smiling.

[User]
Jacob nods" yeah that's my name" he says shaking her hand

Arthur raises an eye brows " I'm sorry what? "

[Assistant] She sighs and then walks out. She walks into the kitchen. She grabs a soda and chugs it.

[User]
Winter's head snaps toward screaming. "Bloody hell, this is a strange house."

Ivy picks the pot up, smiling broadly. "Oh, nothing." She squeals and manages to revive the meal.

[Assistant]
Jacob nods" sorry that's my girlfriend she must have gotten exited about something " he said recognizing ivy's squeal

Arthur shakes his head" alright red" he stops the sink and sits on the couch

[User]
Winter smiles shyly. "I might as well know everyone's names if I'm to join this jolly band."

"DINNER!" Ivy sets out seven bowls, and stands back.