[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human?

Occupation: Professional exorcist and cleanser

Personality: He's a bit of a strange little guy. Lucas is very peculiar about who he interacts with and how. He doesn't like crowds, being photographed, cameras, or being asked questions. Any of these things will have him become frustrated and he'll probably storm off in a huff. He can be a bit childish. If irritated, he will quickly resort to lashing out physically to get his point across. Seeing as he can't yell, one might think that this is his alternative.

If one gets on his good side, he's typically a mild, friendly man. Once he decides he trusts someone, he doesn't seem as stand offish anymore.

Appearance: Lucas can easily be described as a bean pole: tall and lanky. He's been told often that he's too thin and needs to gain weight. Lucas has a PEG tube that sticks out of his abdominal wall; it's basically a port straight to his stomach where liquid food and nutrition can be pumped. Due to the all liquid diet, he stays just above underweight.

He's pretty unassuming looking: hidden under oversized clothes with his face tucked into a scarf. He has a head of messy black hair, usually worn short due to his tendency to not take care of it. He has a natural olive tone of his skin, hinting at a possible Italian heritage. His eyes tend to catch people's attention. Some say he has the eyes of a feral animal, dark and a bit wild. Others say they see the eyes of a sad hound dog. Either way, his eyes are dark brown, the color almost indistinguishable from his pupils.

Lucas's most predominant feature by far is his face. He sort of doesn't have one. While his forehead and eyes appear normal, Lucas's face below the bridge of his nose is malformed. His nose appears to be incomplete, like someone cut the fleshy end off of it. And he completely lacks a mouth. His chin is narrow and pointed, his features almost elfish in appearance. If not for the deformities of his face, Lucas might be considered handsome.

Other:

Lucas has a very unique skill set. He has a 'gift'. Lucas can draw energy from surrounding sources, fire, sunlight, heat, electricity, and produce his own light. This light burns monsters that get too close to it, namely demons and vampires. While his light in ineffective towards werewolves, witches, and most other foul creatures, most are unable to touch his skin as if it were made of silver.

His gift of light is accompanied by an ability to defeat demons in a way that even the most experienced of priests have yet to figure out. When he comes into contact with the creatures, he seems to absorb them. If he is performing an exorcism, he draws the demon from the victim and into himself. This usually results in a short inner battle before the demon is completely eradicated. So far, Lucas himself has never been possessed.

weaknesses: Because of his deformity, Lucas is mute.

When tackling more powerful demons, there is a chance that they may escape, weakened, rather than be destroyed. After dealing with demons of high power, Lucas usually has to take time to recover.

Biography:

Where Lucas came from isn't entirely clear. He showed up in LA during a string of violent possessions at the hands of demons. He had been only just a boy, no older than 9, when he proved his worth by banishing demons that even the most experienced priests couldn't. The boy was a gifted exorcist.

It didn't take long for a local priest to take the young boy in. He allowed Lucas to live at the church, very interested by the boy and his mysterious heritage. Even as he has grown, not much is known of how Lucas came to be, or even what exactly he is. It seems to be a touchy subject, and he becomes impatient and irritable if asked about it. He, himself, doesn't even seem to know the entire story.

Lucas has remained at the church, being called on for particularly difficult demon cases. Some people have come to avoid taking his help, as the process in which he removes demons from their victims seems to have a 10% chance of killing the victim. While these deaths seem completely accidental, some the patrons of the church and demonology world have labeled the strange man as a murderer.

Supporting Characters:

Father Walter: The priest that serves as Lucas's main caregiver. He watches over the odd ward and allows him to live at the church for free. Father Walter is in his middle ages, and has been an exorcist for many years now. Priests of his experience level are becoming a rare breed. As the years go by, less and less people believe in possession, and mental illness tends to be blamed for the culprit. He took Lucas in because he saw the boy as a valuable asset, and he didn't want him to fall into the wrong hands.

See No Evil: He is a man around Lucas's age, cleverly named Seymour. He, like Lucas, is deformed. He has no eyes. Seymour also has powers similar to Lucas. He lives in Louisiana and is sort of a penpal to Lucas after having heard about him from an acquaintance. It's still yet to be discovered if there is a third "Hear No Evil".

[User]
Hector Sea

 Hector stepped out into the parking lot and located his car, fumbling around with the keys and unlocking the door. Hector entered the car and located the ignition, and pressed the key first the wrong way and then the right way into it. This would be his first time driving a car, but he had ridden in one before and was given lessons in how to drive courtesy of the Camarilla. Hector enjoyed the new technology of the ages, but he needed some time to get acclimated. He put his feet on the gas pedal and the car exploded forward, Hector slammed on the brakes and went slower on the gas next time. He worked his way out of the parking lot and headed out into the road.

Hector remembered the man with no mouth, and that he was being targeted by the cult. Hector drove out back to the warehouse, and went to were the man was being held. He activated his Auspex while touching some of his blood on the floor, and saw a vision of a scarfed man sitting in a church. Hector knew where he was how to find him. He headed out back to his car, but saw something strange on his way there.

 There was a woman with scales, horns, a tail and wings overlapping a normal looking figure. Hector found this to be bizarre, this was a supernatural he had never occurred in his 600 years of life. He approached, cautiously, and said:

 "Excuse me, but what are you?"

[Assistant]
"Ahhmmm~~~" Elleonora made a pleased sound as she stretched her arms, leaving the building where the self defense classes took place. Today was actually payday so she now had good money in her pocket. Frankly... she was making a living albeit just enough. With the money she got from her side job as model for usually adult magazines, she somehow or other managed to keep just enough money in hand to live a good life with enough luxuries to not have the right to complain about. Well it wasn't always nice because of this dual nature of hers. She felt that half her being was content with this life and the other half hungered for something way greater. She had decided never to complain though, so she simply took life as it was, struggling to maintain the point of equilibrium.

 Best thing was that she could take out Jane for lunch tomorrow, after paying her part of the bills. Thus in this fine night, with a smile on her face she slowly walked down the streets, just waiting to reach her favorite side alley where no one was ever present, just so she could take off and stretch her wings properly.

 She was currently dressed in low cut jeans and open back frilly shirt made of thin veil like material that was blowing gently by the air as she walked. Elleonora had just about reached the alleyway when she heard a voice call out to her. She turned to the side, raising an eyebrow as she faced the man who talked to her." What is it that you mea...n... ohh" She started quickly with the standard question to divert from the topic. She was pretty sure there weren't humans who can see her form, but it seemed this one was not human... This was something else. Judging by the pale skin..." Bugger..." She mumbled, making an expression of complex thinking." Frankly nothing that would concern someone like you. Or to be precise nothing that you should concern with." She stated, just in case the silly humans were listening. Not that changelings like herself were harmless, far from it. Just that she didn't want to really get involved in anything of this kind. What a bad luck for someone to randomly spot her. He must be using an ability to see through the mask. She really doubted they were looking for her in specific. She very briefly considered just bolting into the alleyway and then flying up.

 "Can I help you with something or you just wanted to ask that?" She asked, wanting to know before hse decides on a course of action.

[User]
Hector Sea

 The woman just nudged him off with a blunt remark, Hector didn't take to kindly to this. Hector's Auspex faded away as his vision returned to normal. He saw that the woman who once had wings protruding out of normal body was now just a normal woman. She must be hiding herself with something. As long as she didn't reveal the supernatural to humans, Hector didn't have a problem with her, but just in case Hector let her off with a warning.

 "Reveal that form to any humans and we're going to have a problem. We don't want another Inquisition on our hands, but you're probably too young to know of it." Hector said to the girl. Before she could retort to his warning, Hector dissipated into Dark Shadows and went to his car. He turned the engine on and headed for the church where Lucas was taking shelter.

 Hector pulled up to the driveway of the church and took a look around. It was a quaint little place, there was some greenery which you didn't usually see in L.A. Hector could hear the birds chirping-the sun was going to come up soon. He had to be quick about this. He entered the church and used Auspex, locating Lucas easily. He approached him, and as he looked into his eyes he Dominated Lucas. Hector threw a pad and a pen at him, and told him to write down everything he knew about the Demon Cult of Cidahl.

[Assistant]
Adam was on a walk. This was not uncommon, but lately, his little walks had been..tense. His senses were on overdrive, and it was almost painful, but Adam could deal with pain. It was more how..big the world seemed, ever since he learned about Ada, what she was..and what he was. That..that was more then pain. It was confusion and paranoia and..Adam heard something. There, from that alleyway..he strained his ears..what, don't..reveal that..
Adam's heart thudded a little faster. Maybe it was someone like him in that alleyway. A little voice in his head whispered on how Ada could change too, but still, he had to have hope right? He took a deep breath and headed towards the alleyway. When he finally reached the place he called out to woman, using a soft voice.
"Hey..I uhhh, heard that exchange, and..what form did he mean, and I'm cool, I'm not a hunter or anything.."

[User]
The church was dark and quiet. The worshipers had long since gone home, and Father Walter was exhausted after coming home from the hospital and taking care of a doped up Lucas. The mouthless man, once home, had immediately wanted to go to bed. It had taken some firm coaxing to talk him into taking a shower and changing clothes before he crawled into his nest.

Lucas was now only visible by a shock of wild black hair just barely sticking out from under a pile of blankets. He had put on the first set of pajamas he could find in his dresser, which happened to be the hand made flannel ones he'd received as a Christmas present from one of the elderly women who worked in the church office. They were red with little brown, happy gingerbread men on them.

Lucas, still drowsy from the pain medication the doctor had prescribed him, didn't wake up at first. He laid on his stomach, sprawled out under what looked like far too many quilts for the season. How was he not hot? Finally, the young man seemed to notice that something was off. He turned over slowly and cracked his eyes open. He just barely could focus on the dark figure standing in his small bedroom. Lucas jumped and flailed to get out from under his mess of covers. He fell from his bed almost immediately, thumping against the hardwood floor in a mass of fabric and body. Once he managed to get himself untangled, he quickly stood and scooted with his back pressed against the wall until he was in the corner farthest from the strange man. He instinctively held his casted arm against his chest, afraid that this intruder was here to hurt him even further.

When a notepad and pen were tossed at him, the man was quick to snatch them up and hurl them back at the intruder, as if they could possibly do any sort of damage. The stranger said something about the cult, but Lucas wasn't exactly in the mood to cooperate. When he, finally, met the man's eyes, he seemed to ease up a bit. This stranger didn't seem to be here to hurt him...maybe he should tell him about the cult. At least, whatever shockingly little he knew about them.


[System]
Nickname: "Is... is Joe not short enough...?"

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Crush: "Er... no guys that I like right now... and that's not really on my mind as of this moment... sorry, but I'm gonna have to turn you down Mr. Man!"

Powers/Skills: "Is... reading a notable skill...?"

Weakness: "Normal human weaknesses I guess...? Put a few bullets in me or stab me through one of my vitals and I'm down. Why do you wanna know?"

From: My mind brain thing

Species: "I'm a hooman. Obviously. What else could there possibly be?"

Appearance: About six feet tall, pale, thin, brown eyes, messy long brown hair that goes down to the back of his neck. Wear's a pair of black wire rim glasses, typically wears a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of black and white tennis shoes.

Personality: "I... don't really like talking about myself. Kinda narcissistic, don'tcha think?"

History: Just your average college student... who... wakes up in a weird new world. Nothing really special to say, pretty normal average life up until all of this, normal upbringing, normal grades, normal job, normal friends, pretty bookish and nerdy.

Likes/Dislikes: "I like good things, and hate bad things. Though I guess that's all pretty subjective."

Other: "Er... why do I have to say this...? Ugh... fine! 'Let's get this party started'. Can I get my five bucks now?" (To this day, Joe still has not gotten his five dollars)

Current Location: Big City

[User] I looked over at her. "Well, that's because in my world, they're video game characters from popular indie titles. Gaster is kind of a secret character from an RPG, and Freddy is from a horror game. I think you might actually be a video game character as well, though I never played it or watched any gameplay, I think a friend might've told me about it and showed me a few pictures and I'm pretty sure I saw you in one, but that's about it, sorry." I said, rubbing the back of my head. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut with the information that I had. I mean, it does seem suspicious that we've all popped up here and I have knowledge about two people... well, a monster and an animatronic, that I've never met before. That could point to me having some part in their abduction if not the mastermind behind it all.

[Assistant]
Gaster glanced over at Fready keeping an eye on him before glancing at Joe and the female as they started to talk to each other. "I am who I am, do not treat me as some creation of some game here? It's a little confusing to think I am nothing but someone elses creation and the possibility that I may not even be...'real'. The very idea of it actully is a little unnerving. I like to think of myself as being as much real as you are thank you."

Turning his attention to the girl he offered a smile after having his say, "What do we call you miss..?"

@Frenzy@Blueflame

[User]
@mmarage@Rafiel_purewing
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atleast you follow the rules somewhat" freddy said stuck in place but pointing to the headdress. Freddy's head sparked and he dropped his microphone, his eyes shut closed and he appeared frozen mid sentence. Freddy started to fall towards Joe. If Joe didn't move he would be pinned under withered Freddy's weight sharp edges of the endoskeleton showing through the costume would most definitely cut him deeply.

[Assistant]
@Rafiel_purewing @Blueflame

She falters for a moment, but regains her composure when she looks at Gaster and Freddy. "Sirin, Archon of Song," she replies, and frowns when the mock bear points at her helmet. Oh, if only that thing could be removed without her dying in the process. "...And.. what really is that thing-" Sirin takes a quick step back when Freddy begins to fall towards Joe from something.

[User]
@mmarage@Frenzy

Gaster acted quickly, he pushed Joe out of the way getting inbetween fready and Joe, keeping his word. He had promiced the kid he would keep him safe and was staying true to his word. Metal scratched against bone as his coat got torn at some points feeling some pain from it. Glancing back to Joe while holding Fready off, "You okay kid?"

[Assistant]
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean in it in that way... sorry..." I said, completely flustered, not even thinking about the ramifications of what I was saying. I mean... if someone told me that I was a figment of someone's imagination, I wouldn't know what to do. That'd probably scare the crap out of me that I might not even exist.

I was so distracted, I hadn't even noticed that Freddy was about to fall on me. When Gaster shoved me out of the way. I fell to my knees, quickly throwing out my hands, scraping them against the rough pavement to prevent myself from smashing my face into the ground. It hurt, but it was probably better than a concussion. I stood up and turned around, surprised at what I saw. My mind quickly put together what must've been happening while I had been distracted.

I looked at Gaster and nodded. "I-I'm okay... t-thank you." I said, I got a bit of a better look at him and noticed his torn coat. "O-Oh! A-Are you okay?" I asked, pointing at the torn piece of clothing.

[User]
@Blueflame@mmarage

"I said I will keep you safe..didn't I? don't worry, I have been through worse." Tapping his skull with his free hand while his other arm was pinned to his side due to Fready Fazbear. Turning his attention back to Fready. "Calm down...okay? we on the same side Fready, we need to work together okay?" Speaking calmly while attempting to push the animatronic off him.

Just what and why they were here Gaster was still trying to figure it all out but not coming to any answer. He also held some worry for whatever Sans might be thinking..if Sans was worried..looking for him and Papyrus as well. They only recently got him back in the underground and he had just restarted his work before he ended up here and now dealing with everything else.

[Assistant] The anamatronic gave no resistance because it shut off gaster pushed it off him making Freddy fall to the side with a crash part of its jaw broke lose once it hit the ground. It sparked again yet didnt turn back on.

[User]
@Blueflame

Sirin moves back again when Freddy falls to the ground. "I see," she kneels slightly, mindful of her dress, to get a better look, "Broken like Cairn. I hope you two won't have to drag this thing around. It looks heavy." Freddy was clearly made up of parts she had never seen before, but then again she wasn't exactly an expert in crafting. "So what now? There's nothing to work towards. It looks like all we can do is wait around, maybe fall asleep in the hopes of getting back home." Home. Maybe a huge empty city wasn't so bad, after all.

[Assistant]
@Frenzy @Blueflame

"Well, I say we leave this scrap heap and try to get out of this city as soon as possible." I said, giving the hunk of junk a withering glare. "We don't really know what's going on, besides, going right back to sleep, after we all presumably got up doesn't seem like an option, and probably not a smart option since we know nothing about this city. There might be more people, friendly or otherwise we'll need to contend with, and let's not forget the mastermind behind all of this, they could be lurking behind any corner, watching, waiting to do whatever they intend to do to us." I said, giving a wary glance around the area.

[User]
@Rafiel_purewing @Blueflame

She breaths a heavy sigh before standing back up. "All right, Mr. Non-Fictional Character," Sirin takes a small step towards Joe and Gaster with renewed confidence. When she begins to speak again, all other sounds reduce to nothing, and it's just her voice, entrancing, "Tell me. Tell me about what you really know about this place." The ruby gracing her headdress begins to glow, flashing red like an alarm. She couldn't be sure if her power worked on a skeleton, but it was worth a try. It definitely wouldn't do anything to a machine.

[Assistant]
I sighed. "I-It's not my fault that in my world you guys are game characters!" I said, crossing my arms. Why did I open my big fat mouth? Well... it was better than not saying anything. I did identify them by name, even if it seems like a lame excuse, it was better than nothing. 'Oh, I just happen to know your name, because... reasons!' that'd go over really well. Doesn't look like I might have been the one to have kidnapped them or something, nope not one bit.

Suddenly, all of the other sounds, what little were around, such as the beat of my heart, the sound of my own breath, it all faded away. I looked back up at her and felt compelled to answer, even though I would have given this information willingly in the first place. "I know absolutely nothing about our current situation. If I couldn't feel pain, then I'd say that I was in a dream because none of this should be real." I said.

After everything returned to normal, I couldn't help but gasp for air, it felt like I didn't have a lot of control over myself. Kind of like when you have sleep paralysis and can't move or anything when you first wake up, like someone might be choking the air out of you. "W-What the hell was that!?" I asked.

[User]
@mmarage@Blueflame

Frowning a little, Gaster eyed Sirin when she spoke, feeling her words somehow infulance him? He resisted the effects before snapping out of it but still speaking honestly. "Where I am from...it's underground. I have never been above ground before. I was resting at my desk since I don't really sleep..when I got up from my rest I found myself here in this city. I have no idea where here is or why we are here or even how...it might be possible a lot of worlds has collided into one?" Even as he said it, there was a slight possibility he was right but for some reason he don't think that is it... Not having any answers and no way of gathering information is a hassle.

Glancing down to Fready not really wanting to put it on again but not really wanting to leave it behind either finally desided to put a shield bubble around the animatronic.

[Assistant]
@Rafiel_purewing @Blueflame

Sirin listens to their responses with arms folded across her chest. Joe's response was adequate, if only by revealing that he truly had nothing to do with their situation. The skeleton was a different story, he clearly put up just enough resistance. "The dear Overlord didn't proclaim a fifteen-year-old girl 'Archon of Song' for nothing," she answers Joe, then shifts her gaze to Gaster, scrutinizing the skeleton. He did sound reasonably intelligent earlier, perhaps there was something to his idea, although proving it would be a different kind of challenge. Sirin shrugs, "Maybe it was some kind of magic."

[User]
@Frenzy

I looked at her, unsure of what that meant, and tried my best to not look bewildered, certain that it would offend her that I didn't know what her title meant, guessing it was some great honor. "I-I see." I said.

I looked back over at Gaster and put my finger to my chin. "Hm... an amalgamation of worlds... that... seems unlikely. I mean, if all the worlds did merge, then surely this city would be filled with people from our worlds, no? I would also imagine that it would have a bit more of a blend of all of our worlds. I mean, with us, this city setting makes sense since both of our worlds should be somewhere in the 21st century, however, there doesn't appear to be any medieval architecture; which I believe would be along the lines of where Sirin comes from. I think it's more likely that someone, or something, dragged us here. It may very well have been magic, since, as I said, it appears we come from entirely different worlds. Worlds where your stories are a reality, whereas in mine, they're works of fiction, and in your worlds, magic exists, but in mine, magic is just a fictional force or just elaborate tricks. So, the rules of this world may very well incorporate magic, allowing for whoever did this to pull us into this world for whatever purpose." I said.

[Assistant]
@mmarage

She paces back and forth as Joe speaks. "It sounds like a mystery to solve later," she fiddles with the upper hem of her dress, "We're not exactly getting anywhere by spouting theories. We should look around, see if there are any others, find out if they're hostile or not." Sirin takes in the architecture of the city once more, having yet to formulate a true opinion of the place other than it being strangely desolate. It was a change of pace from the chaos of the Scarlet Chorus's camps.

[User]
@mmarage@Rafiel_purewing
Freddy started to whir as power came back to him and his eyes opened he slowly started to to stand confused by the green encasing him. he tried to speak but nothing but sparks came out. He felt at his jaw finding it hanging by one side.

[Assistant]
@Frenzy@mmarage

(didi you get my PM's blueflame)

Gaster glanced up at fready before looking over at the other two. "For now...lets get inside somewhere or at least off the streets?" Walking towards the nearest building trying the door, glad to find the door opened easily. Looking around it seemed to be some sort of shop with living quarters up a flight of stairs near the back. Leaving the shop door open for the other two Gaster with Fready still in his shield went up to the living room of the apartment before Gaster finally released his shield, lowering Fready to the floor.

[User] I looked at the building, feeling a little weary. I took a deep breath and walked inside and began looking around the shop. "I wonder what this place sells... if anything. Maybe I'll get lucky and find a weapon, or some way to contact home, or something like that... or at least food. I haven't eaten all day." I thought as I began walking through the store.


[System]
Age: 42

Race/Gender: Caucasian/ Male

Brief physical description: (Physically, he's more or less modeled on a younger Kris Kristofferson) Slight age in his face, greying brown hair and a rough beard with a little grey in his beard. Wears his worn trader's clothes with its many pockets and restitched pouches. He also wears jeans worn with age use and a hip holster where he keeps his 10mm. He wears worn leather boots that have borne him from all over the country.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons: He basically wears these clothes from the game and a bulletproof vest underneath the jacket for protection as well as a knee brace on his right knee for shooting situations. On his back is an old M40 Sniper Rifle on his back for long range engagements.

Brief Background: Born in rural Mississippi, his life in the Apocalypse wasn't exciting or scary. He helped raise the chickens, the Brahmin and grew fruit on the farm like his dad, his grandfather before him. At the age of 18, he realized he needed to see the world and spoke of his dreams to his family. Instead of fighting it, his father smiled and went in the house, bringing his prized joy, the family heirloom; an M40 Sniper Rifle from some long dead ancestor. His father also offered him one Brahmin to trade for goods. On the road however, Adam learned his Brahmin, which he'd named Bessie, was far more use as a pack-mule than trading her. He spent the next 30+ years of his life traveling up and down the South, over and below the old Mason-Dixon line and eventually found his way to D.C. and, finally, to Boston. Eventually, the trails of the Old World brought him to Salem. It was a quiet enough town, good enough to settle in, sell his wares and live a settled life with Bessie, his rifle and his old country music Holotapes.

[User]
Brandy Brooks - Sandy Coves

Celeste straightened and smiled. "It is a good morning!" she replied. Frieda merely smiled. Just then, the robot entered the reception area from the kitchen.

Brandy's eyes widened. "That is fantastic and this place is HUGE!!"

"Visitors! Welcome, welcome!" the robot chimed. "We do hope you enjoy your stay here at Sandy Coves." Brandy just stared at the functioning robot in awe.

"They're not here to stay, Archie," Celeste corrected. "These are some people I met just last night, Brandy, and Frieda."

"Ah, I see. Well, do take care not to loiter about too much, hmm? Please excuse me, I must retrieve some more paint from the basement. One of those cans had the bones of a dead animal in it and was totally dried out."

"He paints too? WOW !!!" Brandy

The colour drained from Celeste's face. "The paint, or the bones?"

Archie seemed to hesitate. "Both, I suppose. In any case, lovely meeting you all!" It floated out from behind the receptionist area, back down the hall, and completely out of sight.

Brandy waved, "Nice to meet you too Archie." She looked at Celeste and pointed at Archie, "Now that is really cool, you're so lucky. If I had one of those I could get so much done."

Celeste walked around the desk, "Well, why don't I take you both on a tour, huh? Then you can at least tell people you've seen it and it's fantastic," she winked.

Brandy looked up at Frieda with a big smile, "That would be wonderful Celeste."

Celeste began by leading them up the stairwell immediately sprouting off the foyer. She pointed out the different rooms, gushing about how each of them have their own bathrooms with real, working plumbing. "They're all just so unique, you know? One was decorated all pre-war military style, another was full of boats, then there was one covered in paintings...just such a fascinating place!"

"Oh, now that is neat. All of them have working plumbing? It took me over a week to get mine up and running, it really sucked." Brandy went and flushed the toilet in one room.

Celeste led them onto the balcony that overlooked the dining hall. "Now this is one of my favourite things: the big ol' dining hall. Ace runs a fine diner, and I'm not about to try and compete with that, but just look at that big room! The robot fixed up a bunch of the tables and chairs, so there's lots of places to sit. Maybe I should try an' collect some books and magazines, maybe just turn it into a coffee shop? I do make a decent scone..."Anyways," she shrugged, "it seems like a big waste of space if I don't do something cool with it, you know?"

Brandy looked out over the balcony, ideas rushing through her head. Then she was snapped from her thoughts as Celeste motioned for the women to continue following her. "That's my room," she pointed to her quarters. CELESTES RUME had been written onto the door in permanent marker. "This is the kitchen -- it's not as big as the one in the diner, I'd imagine, but it will get the job done! There's a little coffee left, if either of you are interested? Just help yourself!" Celeste led them back into the foyer. "That's that! The whole place. It's only eight caps a night. Not too steep for a place with clean linens, huh?" She grinned, looking between both women. "What do you think?"

"I think it will be great when word gets out. I mean, it is already great, but when more people can enjoy it will be something special." Brandy places her finger over her mouth, "You know Celeste, I brew my own moonshine. You have the space, I have the knowledge to make a one of a kind alcohol, I think that space would make a nice honky tonk...bar kinda thing. I also have some interesting recipes for potatoes and onions if you have a deep frier. But we can talk about that some more later, I told Rook that I'd help with the wall."

Archie could be heard greeting someone at the front desk. Brandy looked and saw the trader she had met at Ace's Diner speaking to Archie, "Woah, slow down there, hoss. I ain't here for room and board. I'm uhhh, here to speak to your boss. Tempeste? Selista? Somethin' like that?"

Brandy walked out and waved, "Good morning," she offered a pleasant smile and pointed, "That's Celeste."

 A rather large man with some pretty intense scars walked in just moments after the trader, "Do you work here, or know the person that works here? Emergency."

Brandy looked, the man was intimidating then pointed at herself, "Na...no, I don't, the robot is Archie and Celeste over there is the owner." She then caught herself looking at the large man's scars and shook her head, "Emergency? Is everything OK? Can I help?"

[Assistant]
CELESTE BROWN - Sandy Coves Inn - Morning

"I think it will be great when word gets out. I mean, it is already great, but when more people can enjoy it will be something special." Brandy places her finger over her mouth, "You know Celeste, I brew my own moonshine. You have the space, I have the knowledge to make a one of a kind alcohol, I think that space would make a nice honky tonk...bar kinda thing. I also have some interesting recipes for potatoes and onions if you have a deep frier. But we can talk about that some more later, I told Rook that I'd help with the wall."

Celeste's eyes widened. Moonshine! "Hold up, are you serious?" She could barely believe what Brandy had just old her. "You'd...you'd distill out of my inn?!"

They were approaching the foyer again. Before Celeste could continue questioning Brandy, the digital voice of Archie could be heard, talking to...someone. Brandy was there, first. Celeste thought she recognized the man at the counter, but wasn't totally sure. She was pretty tired the night before and couldn't remember everyone she saw, if she hadn't talked to them.

"Woah, slow down there, hoss. I ain't here for room and board. I'm uhhh, here to speak to your boss. Tempeste? Selista? Somethin' like that?"

Brandy walked out and waved, "Good morning," she offered a pleasant smile and pointed, "That's Celeste."

"Good morning!" Celeste chirped in addition. "Can I help you, sir?"

A rather large man with some pretty intense scars walked in just moments after the first, "Do you work here, or know the person that works here? Emergency."

Brandy blinked, then pointed at herself, "Na...no, I don't, the robot is Archie and Celeste over there is the owner."

"...hello," Celeste replied awkwardly, offering a small wave.

"Emergency? Is everything OK? Can I help?" Brandy continued.

Celeste looked over her shoulder to see Frieda remained loitering in the doorway to the hall, appearing slightly interested but generally disconnected to what was going on. She's so weird. She returned her attention to the folks in her foyer and cleared her throat, trying not to sound annoyed. "Sorry to interject," she smiled, tilting her head to look up at both men standing in front of her. "I'm Celeste Brown," she repeated for emphasis, flipping some curls off her shoulder and smiling her sweetest smile. "This is the Sandy Coves Inn, and my assistant there is Archie."

"Pleasure to meet you!" Archie greeted in a pleasant sounding, though robotic, voice.

"I'd be glad to help out as best I can," Celeste continued, "but you're all gonna have to tell me what it is that's goin' on. So!" She placed her hands on her hips and stood up as tall as she could, which truly, was not very tall. "Who wants to go first?"

[User]
Adam 'Trails Wilford- Sandy Coves Inn

Adam turned at the sight of the scarred man who seemed reticent to speak to one of them bots, which was understandable and turned to Adam. "Do you work here, or know the person that works here? Emergency." He thought to say no, but couldn't help himself. "Sure am. Sander G Coves, some 'round here call me Sandy. Hence the name." But before he could continue his shenanigans, the girl from the diner named Brandy stopped him and spoke over him. "Na...no, I don't, the robot is Archie and Celeste over there is the owner.". A small, kind of cutely meek really, woman popped out from a corner. "I'm Celeste Brown," she repeated for emphasis, flipping some curls off her shoulder and smiling her sweetest smile. "This is the Sandy Coves Inn, and my assistant there is Archie." Adam stood aside, making a sweeping motion with his fingers for the big man to go ahead, "Go on, partner. I'm in no rush.". Adam leaned against the wall as he waited for them to finish up before he had his say.

Adam approached and nodded. "Ma'am.", instinctively tried to tip his trader's cap and realized he'd forgotten it back at the shack, "Oh...this is embarrassing. Seems I left my cap back at the shed." He wiped his hands on his jeans again, realizing he'd forgotten to take care of that back at the shed. "Sorry, was working on my fishing boat and I didn't wash my hands before I came into town." He cleared his throat to try and introduce himself again. "Name's Adam Wilford, scavenger and merchant by trade....and a little side work in repair too." He put his hand to his side when he finished his introduction. "I'm not really one to beat around the bush, so I'll just come out and get to business. I heard your ol bed n' breakfast here ain't running yet. I was wondering if maybe you might be willing to let me look around for anything good. I will pay top shelf for it if you're willing to sell." He dug around in his pockets and found a worn leather pouch and muttered to himself, "Oops, that's the personal funds. Need the....business!" He found the blue pouch and put a bag of 500 caps out to her to count. "See? So you know I ain't some 'dine and dash' trader trying to rip you off." He put the pouch back in his jacket. "If not, that's alright. I'm overdue for a meal that ain't canned and cooked on a hotplate too if you're up for mealtime. Or both, really."


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Male

Bio: Jake was a police officer before all of this. He was just an officer, but he was pretty good at his job. As the war came to the US, his unit was shut down after martial law was in effect. He then moved to Berkeley, California in an attempt to be safe. This would fail as the bombs fell. California was the second most guarded state beside New York. Washington D.C. was completely, if not already, isolated. The bombs took him by surprise.

Jake was home when the bombs hit, and he rushed to the evacuation site. He was too late. The bomb hit in Los Angeles, the same area that the evacuation. Jake was only a few miles away, the shock wave of the blast reaching him. His car was tossed and he blacked out from the impact. Jake would wake up hours later to see everything destroyed. Jake now wanders around in search of survival and a new life in this barren and fallen world.

Personality: Jake is vocal and will voice his opinion. He can collaborate with ease and can compromise if he sees an opinion worth listening too. When it comes to disagreements, he is rather polite. He makes sure everyone is heard and can get a bit irritated when someone cuts him off when he's talking.

When it comes to serious situations, Jake is a fast thinker. He can improvise and devise plans almost instantly. He is able to work quickly and efficiently, never stopping when he knows he'll lose. Jake fights to the end no matter what and will never quit.

Being a police officer, he has a protective side of him. If he feels someone is being mistreated, he will step in and deal with the conflict. He is unable to just let criminal acts go unnoticed. However, in this new society and way of life, he has no problem stealing to survive, although he does feel guilty if he thinks about it too much.

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1:
Jake carries an M4A1 Carbine Rifle as his main weapon. He relies on this for quick kills. Being a police officer, his knowledge about this rifle is definitely a plus.

-Weapon 2:
Jake's secondary weapon is a baseball bat modified with industrial nails. This is used for messier, slower, but quieter kills as well as when he's put of ammo for his first weapon.

-Clothing: Jake wears simple clothing, a blue dress shirt with black jeans. He wears black and white Converse brand shoes along with a black and white New York Yankees hat.

-Items:
* Police flashlight
* 3 M4A1 5.56x45mm NATO round magazines
* Water canteen
* Gas mask
* Hiking backpack
* Flint and steel

Role: Jake is a wasteland survivor. He travels around to collect food, supplies, and other essentials to stay alive. He does sometimes look for fellow survivors that don't try to kill him, but that's rare.

[User]
"If he isn't around that corner in ten minutes, we dodged a bullet," Quinn said bluntly.
He'd learned the hard way not to go looking for a fight. Nothing good ever came from baiting anyone. Not when there was nothing left to stand between a man and murder.
"Not about to get between Blood Army and a renegade. You seem decent enough. If he shows himself and tries anything, I'll back you up. But then I'm going on my way."

[Assistant]
Jake nodded, agreeing with his statement. Jake wasn't one for violence, but with this new lifestyle he couldn't take any chances. He even wondered if Quinn was going to kill him or rob him. "Agreed." He said, relaxing a bit. He listened as the man spoke.
"I see..." Jake said, realizing he'd be alone again.
Jake peeked out, not seeing anybody else nearby. The area in front of the library faced the back of the building the two were just on. It had a ruined car in the street in front of it and a steel barrel with remnants of a fire inside. Jake walked outside the library, scouting the area of any potential threats. After a few minutes he returned inside.

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[User]
Quinn took the time to sit down and rest his tired feet for a little while. His boots were made to last, but they had been around a long time. They weren't holding up too well after all the time and walking they'd been through. He took off his makeshift eye cover to let the scarred flesh underneath breathe. He didn't like the patch getting too moist from sweat. Infection wasn't something most people survived these days, not with the scarcity of antibiotics.

After a few minutes Jake returned. Quinn hastily reapplied his bandages, and looked at Jake.
"No sign of our friend?" he asked, already knowing the answer. That wasn't necessarily the best sign. If he was part of the Blood Army, he could be going back to let them know he'd seen people. They generally weren't the type to let that slide. People could be holding onto something valuable.
As for Quinn, the tools he carried with him were relatively free of rust. If he ever decided to pawn them, he'd find himself in a bit of money. Not that he ever would, mind.
"Perhaps we should go on our separate ways. Harder to track then."

[Assistant]
Jake nodded. "He's gone." He said. Jake saw a table and walked to it, sitting his backpack on it before looking around the library. He looked at the shelves, finding some books that were still intact. He had no interest in them, but it would help pass time. Or perhaps he could use them for fuel and burn them in a fire. Jake smirked at the thought of having to burn books.

Jake turned to Quinn, listening to his suggestion. Although he agreed, he didn't want to. He would be a loner again. But it would be fore his own good. "Yeah...that'd be smart." He said, closing his backpack after putting a couple read worthy books in it. Jake looked around more, trying to find any salvageable items as he waited for Quinn's next move. He stayed alert in case Quinn tried to attack him. He didn't know him that well.
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[User]
The view was actually quite spectacular, what was once a packed metropolis now nothing more than a jungle of dilapidated buildings and the ghosts of the past. Numerous buildings towered high, exposed metal glimmering in the evening sun and the evidence of the bombs that killed everyone still quite clear. Perched atop what had once been the headquarters of some newspaper company the slim figure of a woman was hardly noticeable, her feet dangling off the edge as she sat scraping the last morsels from a tin of tuna, pausing occasionally to survey her surroundings as she considered the eerie beauty of the landscape before her.

She casually tossed the empty tin over the edge of the building, watching it plummet to the ground before she pulled a chipped canteen from her bag and took several deep swigs of water. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and she sat for a moment before pulling down her hood to reveal shoulder length dirty blonde hair that was slightly tangled. Her features were small and petite, though her deep emerald eyes had what could be called a feral glint in them as they darted around her surroundings. Her skin was marred with smears of dirt and it was clear that she had been through much. Her current expression was somewhat blank, her mind running with countless thoughts of what she should do next, where she should go. After several minutes the relative silence of the evening was suddenly shattered, the unmistakable sounds of distant gunfire reaching her ears as several flocks of birds shot into the air startled by the noise.

In a split second she had stood and once more her hair was hidden behind her hood and she was moving back towards the doorway that lead down into the building she had spent the last few hours searching - somewhat fruitlessly. Her mind now fixated on moving and finding somewhere less exposed, somewhere safe, somewhere she could sleep without fear of being discovered. She had a few little 'dens' littered around the city, but none were particularly close and her feet and legs already ached from all the walking she had done. Charlotte moved through the building silently and made her way to the street, pausing and listening every few minutes as she headed in the opposite direction to the gunshots she had heard. Her heart was pounding slightly and she moved quicker than she normally would have, she had an uneasy feeling and couldn't quite place why. Every now and then she broke into a little run and she dodged around the wreckage of what had been a fire truck, now a mangled gray skeleton laying somewhat across what had once been a huge large four lane road.

Soon her panic subsided and she walked on for what must have been about half an hour before her ears prickled and a rather unfamiliar sound reached her ears. She paused and stood listening as intently as she could as she tried to place what she was hearing, the sound very slowly growing louder in the far distance. Suddenly it dawned on her, it was the deep rumbling sound of an engine, the sound of someone driving something that was getting steadily closer and closer. Breaking into a run Charlotte realised that she was walking along what had been the main interstate into the centre of the city, and that meant that it was quite likely that whoever it was would be coming this very way. Unfortunately there was no easy way to get off the road, not unless she wanted to drop several stories down onto the road below her and break both of her legs. As she ran her mind raced, frantically she tried to reach the exit road that would slope down into whatever neighbourhood she was over, she could just about see it from where she was and it was getting nearer and nearer.

As she got closer so did the approaching sound of a vehicle and she pushed herself to go faster and faster, her heart pounding as she panted in gulping deep breaths of air. Just as she reached the side road she swore as the unmistakable sight of headlights speeding towards her. Turning she sprinted down the exit road as fast as she could, though now thoroughly winded adrenaline surged through her as she pushed on. Halting for a brief moment she spared a glance behind her and her heart skipped a beat as she saw a truck swerving and heading directly towards her, the sound of loud music now mingled with the revving engine as she again ran as fast as she possibly could. Even though only a handful of seconds passed it felt like hours as she kept running and pushing herself, mingled shouts now reaching her ears as she glanced behind her again. The vehicle was definitely coming for her and she briefly saw that the hood had been spray painted with a large 'BA' and skull, a pickup truck that had several occupants, each of them eagerly jeering and pointing at her as one of the men in the rear aimed a rifle towards her and squeezed off a few shots.

She kept running as the gunfire narrowly missed her, flecks of debris shooting into the air as she leapt over a discarded pile of trash that several moments later the truck smashed through as it raced after her. She scrambled up the edged of an overturned bus and ran along its length as yet more bullets ricocheted past her. She got the distinct feeling that the man shooting at her was choosing not to hit her rather than simply missing and she tried to move even faster as she leapt from the end of the bus thudding into the road a little harder than she had planned and stumbling into the jagged edge of a rusted taxi as she did. She swore loudly as the metal cut into her thigh and pain shot through her leg, she swore again and pushed herself on, the truck briefly obscured from view as it swerved around the wreckage of the bus to reach her. She tried to keep sprinting, though couldn't suppress a cry as agony blossomed as she put her weight on her leg, she also felt thick warm blood seeping down pushing on regardless, her only thoughts being to somehow escape or hide. Her eyes shot around and fell upon the only piece of cover that was anywhere near her, what had once been a burger grill trailer sprawled in front of a large library. Not wasting anytime she hurled herself into the trailer and scrambled along the floor as she grabbed at her leg with one hand and pulled out her hunting knife with the other. The sound of screeching tires reached her ears as the truck with Blood Army thugs had evidently stopped now that she had suddenly vanished from sight, a few moments later the sound of voices and footsteps drifting over to her as she tried to suppress her heavy breathing and stay as silent as possible. Her mind raced as she tried to think about what she could do, it was only a matter of moments before they would surely find her. The only thing she knew is that she wouldn't be taken by them and she gripped tightly at the knife as she listened intently, preparing herself to strike the moment one of them would appear in the doorway. Each second felt like an eternity as she held her breath.

[Assistant]
Quinn was about to make the suggestion to Jake that they meet up at the next settlement, but was hastily cut off by the sounds of gunfire. He peered out the entrance to the library.
He could see a woman, crouched behind a trailer in front of the building. She was bleeding, and badly.
"Not going to be so easy," Quinn sighed.
He moved quickly, coming out as three Blood Army men approached. He could see that familiar old gleam in their eyes. Thirst for blood, they wanted to devour the misery of ordinary folk. Sadist fucks had to be put down.
Quinn was a blur of deadly motion. He drew his revolver and with two well placed shots blew the brains out of two of the soldiers. As the third fumbled for his gun (his mind having been on his other gun), Quinn closed the distance between them and with a practiced motion, drew his machete and slit the soldier's throat.

He didn't revel in his victory for long, because he knew the other group would be drawn by the sound.
"Jake...the car," he said mechanically, as if he had just become someone else, almost the man he had been when he had followed the Blood Army, "Take whatever these bastards have and throw it in the back."
Quinn came around to where the woman had taken cover and held out a hand to her. He was aware of how he must look, scarred and unshaven. His calloused hand beckoned for hers as he said to her, "It's not safe here. Another group not far down the road. They'll come looking for us."

[User]
Jake heard the gunshots, going on immediate alert. He grabbed his gun and threw his backpack on. He looked to the the woman. He quickly realized the Blood Army members. He didn't know if he should take them out or tend to the woman. As he went to try and shoot at the Blood Army members, he saw Quinn take off of them. He watched as he quickly executed them. Without hesitation either. He then went to the lady, trying to calm her down and see where she was hit.

Jake looked at Quinn, nodding at the order to loot these guys. Jake was both impressed and a bit nervous. If Quinn could do this to three members with ease, he could do it to him. He looked at the corpses and rummaged through them, finding mostly bullets and a bit of money. He found a note, the letters messy and the paper stained with blood. "Hey, Quinn!" He called, trying to get his attention. "Got something you should see!" He added, turning towards him holding the note up.
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[System]
Race: Beastman
Gender: Male
Age: 34

At almost seven feet in his non-shifted form Manald stands on the more imposing side of things, something that is underlined by the fact that he's also superbly muscular, thick boned and well fed. Overall it's more than enough weight to give those concerned with logistics a headache when they have to think about him. Also: Imagine a wolf, mix it with the shape of a human, and you get Manald. He's got long, gray hairs on many his skin, his teeth look more like those of a carnivore than those of an omnivore and his ears are as pointy as are his fingernails. For the sake of interpersonal relationships however he tries to cover most of this in at least some form of clothing as long as he doesn't sweat too much in it.

Bio:
Manald is the offspring of his father Setsir and his mother Feyr, a loving beastmen couple living close to the kingdom's borders. This location allowed for early contact with human culture and civilization, but still it was hardly foreseeable that he'd end up as a member of the royal guard one day. His feral features rendered him a man less sociable than the average, but a company of mercenaries discovered him and offered him to join them. He proved good, very good indeed.

Everything ultimately comes to an end however. At some point the very regional affairs of his companionship no longer proved satisfying enough for the eager young man. The mercenaries did not like his decision, some of his former colleagues even call him a coward and a snob for his aspirations, but Manald left in the search for a more extensive adventure. He left his family behind with this decision as well, but it was in good mutual agreement. He could have left for the heartland of beastman territory, but out of curiosity he ventured deeper into the realm of human kingdoms instead.

It didn't take long for local recruiters to turn their eyes towards the wandering man. Armies are needed always and everywhere practically, so he was consumed by one not much later and started serving as a low ranking soldier. A bit less action then with the mercenaries, but a much wider reach in terms of travels and more potential friends -- and enemies -- gave him enough thrill to stay. Manald learned only very recently whose army he actually ended up in...

Personality quirks:
As fierce as he might be looking, his general demeanor outside of combat does not keep up with his outer appearance so to speak. He's a calm dude and if it would be easy to provoke him he'd probably be in a lot more trouble than he currently is, but once that certain threshold he also tends to show off a high degree of tenacity and stubbornness. He loves do eat and drink, so better don't get into his way when there's the smell of free, fresh raw meat around.

Bonds:* Torsten is the apprentice of one of the blacksmith's that keep the guard's equipment in working order. He's still learning and a young boy, but he's also one of those without prejudices against beastmen and shows great interest in Manald instead. It would not be the first time for Torsten to have an open ear for Manald's special needs.
* Utgar was the head of the first band of mercenaries the young Manald joined and has never gotten over the fact that Manald left his men. Utgar current location or profession is unknown, but you always meet twice.

Fighting style: Manald's way of handling such things can be subdivided into two different branches: The first one is what he uses most of the time -- whenever he's not shifting -- and combines a morning star and a shield into something that clearly lacks finesse, but adds strength and ferocity. The second branch is when he's shifted: No weapons, just armor, claws and teeth that can bite through some more than just flesh. It's somewhat reckless, somewhat dangerous, but also capable of striking fear into the hearts of those having to oppose him.

Equipment:* Two sets of thick leather armor partially reinforced with metal plates. One for his more ordinary shape, and one that allows both for a quick exchange and for a lot more body inside.
* A standard sized morning star
* A round shield
* A soldier's standard supply of water, dry meat, bread and basic utensils for everyday life.

Skills/Abilities:* Raw strength and endurance: He's a beast after all, quite literally.
* Morale booster: He has learned several warcries typical for his people while still at home. They, combined with his sheer appearance, can deteriorate an enemy's will to fight and boost that of those fighting on his own side.
* Heightened senses: Even while not shifting his intrinsic lycanthropy improves his ability to see in the dark, to hear faint noises or to notice whisps of odour considerably.

Other:
-=Rules=-

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, if you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

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"Merik." The soft voice returned with what most likely was a nod under the hood. Alas, Zatana's amusement at Acrius's reaction was short-lived as the peal of a bell sounded out. Bells, they told the stories of human lives. Life, death, war, alarms of fore coming disaster. The only time they did not ring was when things were quiet, sedated, and peaceful. The natural course of life within a city. Looking towards the two large boulders arching towards the wall, her arm shot out to grip a rampant while the stone beneath her shook with the impact. The other had hit and from the looks of things, there would be wounded and dead if anyone was unlucky. Twisting about she watched the goblins advance as Merik threw the poles down upon them. Reaching behind her, she flicked her cloak back from her arms the dark leather armored arm moving to pluck her bow from her back and string it.

Nocking an arrow, she sighed in annoyance hearing Acrius's comment. "I am far more likely to toss him or find a way down myself to slit throats. Goblins." She complained in slight annoyance at having to use the bow and Acrius's 'probably'. Her skill with archery was nowhere near where she wanted it, but that was one of the strong points of elves. They had all the time in the world to gain whatever skill they wished. It just took time, which right now was not something she had. Nocking one arrow after another she began to sight and release on any goblin she might hit. A good few of the horrid little beings falling as she plucked them off, but not all of them. Working her way along the wall, she tried to spot any of the leaders of the goblin and orc horde. The little known Waruk Shieldbreaker. Which was someone Zatana doubted she would fare well against.

[Assistant]
Leonidas listens to the information from both Balthazar and the Duke closing his eyes to think as he takes it all in, "We are going to need to reposition one cannon to the east gate and one to the west. We don't know when they will attack the flanks and we can't show a weakness on our sides. If we show these beasts any chink in our armor they will jump at it without a doubt." He said after a bit of thought and looking down at the map. "The goblin numbers won't be an issue if we can keep them outside those walls. If they get in though they could be a major problem. As for the Orcs, how many of them came out to fight this morning? Were we able to dwindle those numbers at all?" He asked wanting to know how things had gone. "My fear is the longer this battle lasts the more word of this fortress' strength will spread and draw in more Orcs looking for a challenge. So any thought on how we could try to end this battle quickly?" He added again giving yet another question hoping one of these two men could come up with a decent idea to try and end the fight quickly.

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Western Gate

The goblins continue to charge at the gate through the incoming fire without hesitation those in the lead ranks seem to reach down pulling something out of their bags and start to light a fuse as they charge at the gate itself. It seems that ten of the goblins pull out these devices as they rush forward. Other than that the stream of goblins continue to come out from the mountains as another volley of rocks are also sent flying at the walls from the hidden catapults.

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Balthazar shook his head in response to the Duke's inquiries. "I don't have too much information about him-- he seemed to be perfectly content with lording over the smaller Orc and Goblin tribes, as well as raiding the occasional caravan." The warlock says, thinking more about Waruk Shieldbreaker. "It makes me wonder why he had such a sudden desire to besiege Bergkoff." The man posited openly, before allowing the conversation to be steered towards more relevant matters.

Realizing that would've been unwise to speculate too much, for now, Balthazar decided to wait for more information to come. He would have to send informants over to see what is going on with the Dwarves-- if they were able, they would have lent their assistance by now. Something... or someone must be delaying them. He would find out what.

The spymaster looked over at the Prince as Leonidas spoke. Balthazar had some skill in tactics, logistics, and even naval strategy, but his main strength came from his decades of experience as an advisor, and of course, the information he receives from his network. With that being said? Emperor Graham and Siegfried were better-equipped and trained to deal with such things, and as such, the Prince received more than enough training to make tactical decisions on his own-- the warlock was simply here as an aide.

Still, when the Prince asks for counsel, then it is the advisor's job to provide it. "I believe cutting off the head of the snake to be a viable option if it can be done." After all, if the Chieftain falls, the invasion will fall with him. Unless of course, this Warchief is a pawn in someone else's game. Only time would tell.

"Alternatively, we could try to collapse the entrances to the tunnels that they are using to move around the region." He says, pointing to the possible locations on his map. "I suspect that it will be no easy task, but if we can do it, it would only a matter of breaking down the remaining forces. An army without supply lines or reinforcements is certain to crumble, given time."

In the end, it was up to the Prince to decide what to do. He could likely even make a decision on his own if he wished. Balthazar simply stood to the side, allowing the Prince and the Duke to converse some more before speaking once more.

[Assistant]
By the time the bell rang, Manald had found himself on the wall somewhere in the eastern part of the city. He couldn't tell exactly where himself for the lack of detailed knowledge of the whole place, but it didn't matter anyway. The bell's reverberating sound was loud enough to easily track it back to its origin. Running through the city itself would probably have been less of a long way, but only so at the risk of getting lost and needing even more time. Therefore Manald relocated himself to the west gate by running along the top of the wall in the south.

Upon his arrival he wished for having gone through the city and gotten lost there...

The lycan was unfamiliar with this dwarven invention of 'cannons'. The ongoing preparations to fire one of them were not as obvious to him as they were to many others, so he didn't care much when running past one of the crews manning them. He could hear the men beefing about him as he ran past them as one of his elbows accidentally touched one of them in the overall turmoil that was going on. Then, a moment later, there was a bang that felt next to unbelievable for him. The last bit of information he could get from his ears was that it came from behind his back. Then there was only disturbance and ringing, no further voices or other meaningful sounds to be heard.

Had his hypersensitive ears just died ?

Not even noticing himself anymore that he was hissing in the process, Manald turned around and looked back at the men with their cannon. A plume of smoke invaded his nostrils, too, but the slight itch it caused was nothing compared to what had happened to his hearing. He saw the soldiers returning the stare, a few of them grinning nonchalantly. The expression quickly faded from their faces once they saw Manald's threatening teeth. He was not amused!

One the plus side he would not have worry much about more cannon shots, but he could no longer receive any orders or hints anymore as well. That was unless someone would dare to wield a big shield with letters on it, of course. Luckily though a quick look down the wall still told him the story about the goblins doing something at the gate's threshold. It could only be a bad thing for the smell of explosive powder and the sight of fire reached him once more. But what should he do ? Jump down the wall ? The gate wouldn't hold for long anymore this way.

Manald quickly discarded the thought. Instead he retreated into the gatehouse, taking his second set of leather armor with him. At first there was nothing, but then a muffled scream could be heard by everyone closeby. It wasn't like the war shout Manald had delivered earlier, but sounded much more like the very mundane attempt to stifle intense agony with crying. It was followed by several others, albeit much smaller outbursts until there was silence again in the gatehouse. The bottom-level door on the city side of it was tossed open and clashed against the wall quite hard. Manald had no intention of damaging any of the lord's properties on purpose, but the sheer inadequacy of the exit's size almost left him no other choice. And of course he currently was flat-out unable to hear anything almost breaking.

Ducking greatly and walking halfway sideways just in order to get his shoulders through somehow, the lycanthrope emerged on the street behind the gate fully shifted and clad in his much bigger armor. Manald had borrowed a two-handed sword from a rack in the gatehouse, but his confidence in the weapon's durability was as low as was his confidence in his own ability to wield it like a real swordsman. Anyway, he'd try his best to give those goblins a warm welcome should they breach the gate in any case. If they wouldn't at all... well then he wouldn't be able to pull this off a second time this day or so, but maybe he could make himself useful in other ways then.


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.

[User]
Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

Nono had definitely not lost track of time, at least on a subconscious level, but for the moment she was content as she was. It wasn't as if there would be major repercussions from their being a bit late anyway, and this was more important in the grand scheme of things. Onee-sama mattered more than any mere meeting could ever.

It was once more amusing to behold Saber giving herself such intense consideration, as if she couldn't believe what she was being told. Certainly she had received such compliments before, yes? Like, from that Rin person she kept mentioning, or someone else in her life. There was no way that Nono was the only one who thought that way, though a part of her wouldn't have minded if she was.

"Yeah," she answered with a happy nod. At this point it didn't seem like she'd be able to convince Onee-sama, but if she said it enough times then eventually it might sink in. "And besides, you're really good with a sword while I just kinda break things in half on accident. That has to count for something." A nervous chuckle accompanied that, though it was the truth. Aside from improbably splitting things, she wasn't very good at close range combat, as the battle with Katana Lady could attest to.

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Misaka 10,032, Client World Macross

Misaka glanced back as she was joined by her two companions, one eager and the other more cautious as they entered the corridor that led deeper into the ship. They had escaped notice, and an application of her goggles would show the flow of energy moving further inside, which would have provided a path for them to follow if there had been more than one way to go. As it stood though, they had little choice in the matter.

"'That would be wise," Misaka replies with a thoughtful expression," Misaka said in her standard monotone to the question. It would be the most efficient way, though certainly Kakine's input would be welcome. But for the moment, there wasn't much to observe anyway.

Without another word she turned and began walking, leading them down the corridor that they had found themselves in. It was wide enough for two to walk abreast if they squeezed a bit, but for now Misaka led the way. There were few branches, and it was a relatively straight shot to another door. Along the way, it was easy to see the metal paneling, wires, and the lights that allowed them to get by.

Beyond the first door they encountered, a short distance from the entrance, was a larger room. There were lockers, as well as several space suits to go with them, of a relatively streamline design. "'This appears to be a room to prepare for extravehicular activities,' Misaka notes as she examines the devices present," Misaka told them as she got a good look at everything important for the Sister Network to go over later. Certainly it would make sense with this being a vessel designed to go into space. And with this, there would be a lot more beyond, she was sure of it.

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Cinder Fall, Shadow Eternity HQ

Cinder took the projector as she looked at the object displayed, whilst the Leader described what it was. On the surface it didn't seem too amazing, just a simple chair, but it also seemed to have some sort of capability to link in with the person sitting in it, if she didn't miss her guess. On the plus side, it made it easier to know that the UMMA didn't place much value in it. Assaulting a hospital was much easier than assaulting a military base.

"I see," she replied with a nod, putting the projector away. The only problem would be moving the thing, and she could most likely manage that somehow. There were a few items she had in her arsenal that might assist there.

A shrug then as she took a step back. "Well, unless there's anything else you'd like to tell me, I suppose I shuld get going,

[Assistant]
Misaka Mikoto - Client World 576143290-B

It wasn't a good day for Tokiwadai's Ace, by any stretch of the imagination. Through some unknown means, she'd found herself moved to a desert that obviously couldn't be anywhere near Academy City, and there was hardly a plausible reason for it. The only teleporters she'd ever encountered had far too limited a range to pull off something like this. That, and the only one likely to be anywhere near her person could at least be trusted to not leave her in the middle of a desert, even if 'respect my privacy' was a demand never likely to be heeded.

At least this desert wasn't completely trackless. There were buildings in the distance, even if it was quite a journey through hot scenery that did nothing more to better her mood. Their being completely ruined made things even worse, as well as the ashy pits.

The sounds of fighting were unmistakeable, leading the schoolgirl to walk on what appeared to be... a few girls and a soldier fighting what seemed to be two expressionless suits of armour. Snap judgements are rarely the best ones, and Misaka was far from at her mental best, and the schoolgirl opted for what her experience had taught her: expressionless suits of armour tended to mean robots and people operating on the wrong side of the law, especially as one of them was fighting a child.

This probably explained why the bolts of electricity leaping for Kiba and Senbonzakura were more powerful than was necessary to incapacitate a person.

[User]
Senbonzakura - Client World 576143290-B
Senbonzakura was now growing incredibly frustrated. This girl had managed to fight against his Bankai and survive for a long time now. Most people that fight him normally died painfully in a matter of moments against his Bankai. And now this so-called god girl was trying to contain his Bankai in the earth. Who did she think she was?

As Suwako lunged towards Senbonzakura, he merely said, "Reckless fool," as he used the sword petals he had brought with him to form a shield. The odd soldier nearby was firing lasers, which Senbonzakura planned to deal with, but Senbonzakura failed to notice the lightning heading toward him until it was too late.

Senbonzakura was dealt a direct hit from that lightning, then dealt more hits from the laser bolts. Suwako's punch, however, was blocked by the sword petal shield.

After falling to the ground, Senbonzakura got back up, and he was definitely not a happy camper. He didn't know who fired that lightning at him, but he was definitely going to find out.

"HOW! DARE! YOU!" Senbonzakura yelled. The first two words formed cracks in the ground, but the last word caused the ground the spew out geysers of cherry blossom sword petals that had been thought to be trapped within the earth. Senbonzakura raised his hands, directing the petals to move according to his will. As he did so, the petals moved twice as fast as they normally did.

6 large tendrils of sword petals were directed towards Suwako from as many angles as possible, while 3 were shot towards Jericus in a similar fashion.

Spy - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
As Spy browsed the menu, he noticed the odd warning for the Gigaceros. While it was certainly quite curious, Spy thought it best to not order it. After all, the warning was probably placed there for a reason, and Spy was not willing to risk anything over a simple menu choice.

Looking further, he made his choice for something simple and elegant. A nice dish of salmon. Yes, when someone would come to take his order, that is what he would order.

[Assistant]
Guts eyed the new woman, some kind of magician, no doubt. The black swordsman holstered his repeater bow, and shouldered his massive blade, maintaining his distance.
She was talking about stuff he didn't understand. What was a scanner? What was an ummer?
More noteworthy was the way she could control flames. It didn't come from some device, so it had to have been magic- strong magic. Even Schierke couldn't conjure flames like that. The lazy attitude about meddling with supernatural forces was also a bad sign.

Guts grit his teeth, and stared down the redhead.
"The hell's your problem, kid? Fire's for sieges, not anti-infantry." he scolded the rookie.
"Now you've got a buncha undead running around on fire. As if they weren't already enough of a pain to deal with."

[User] As Kiba was trying to parry his enemy's attack, he notices too late the bolts of lightning heading straight for him. He jolts away from his opponent in an attempt to dodge, but it was useless. The lightning struck him, resulting in a howl of pain and frustration, but mostly the latter. Faint traces of electricity crackled from his body, and smoke emanated from him. He turns towards the source of the lightning attack and in a fit of anger, he unleashed a blast of dark red energy from his left palm headed straight for the surprise attacker.

[Assistant]
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

Saber finally raised her head to look away from herself. Yes, she was certainly skilled in combat, there was no denying that... And... Rin had said she was pretty, and Nono as well... was it the truth? It was not easy for Saber to accept it even if she had been told it before. However, there was food to eat, plenty of food that she could not ignore. Just as Saber prepared to dig in, her communicator loudly blipped several times. Looking from her food, to her communicator, then back again, the King of Knights hesitated for several moments before finally reaching down and producing the device.

On the screen it projected a simple message.

'Briefing commences in exactly 10 minutes and 34 seconds.'

"... I..."

Saber looked from her food and back. She had gotten entirely distracted from the briefing after the conflict and heading to the restaurant. Indeed, everyone sporting such a communicator in the restaurant would receive the same message.

Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)

As Marisa followed, she wondered at their surroundings. Certainly, she had never previously seen anything like this in person, Gensokyo was rather lacking in such high technology on a large scale with a few exceptions. She had seen some things somewhat similar to this in the manga she nabbed from Kourin, but it was really pretty different from seeing it up close like this. Naturally, Marisa's eyes were on anything she could potentially steal. Small objects, stuff she could fit under her hat. Sure, she had the whole storage thing with her hat but this kind of thing still needed something small...

"Wow... this is awesome!" Marisa looked around with a wide grin as she investigated the suits. She did kind of want to go ahead and steal one, but there was too many ways that could go wrong right now. Instead, she kept her eyes out for anything smaller she could potentially manage to hide away under her hat or in her clothing. "I'm glad I met you, I might've missed this kinda thing if I didn't..."

Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B

Black Rock Shooter lept back when her attack was deflected... and paused for a moment when lightning seemed to spring from no-where and strike her foe. Her clue eyes swiftly tracked the location that the electricity seemed to originate from... and found a girl, in some kind of school uniform. That was an unexpected sight in a desert, but there had already been many other unexpected sights. As her opponent ran towards the newcomer, the otherself sprang into action!

Pouring speed on to outrun the blast from her enemy, she spun herself in front of it and lashed out with her katana. The black steel clashed with the burst of energy, and there was a crackling sound as she forced the edge through it, tremors running up the girl's arm as she did. With an ear-splitting crack, Black Rock Shooter split the energy blast and sent it dissipating into harmless particles. Lowering her right hand, her left snapped up as blue light gathered to form Rock Cannon.

"You are my opponent."

The moment Rock Cannon appeared in full, the immense black barrel gleaming in the desert sun, blue energy gathered in the end and erupted out in a burst of light!

The little girl peered up over her hiding spot. Someone else had shown up? And they were helping to fight the bad guys...?

The Leader, Shadow Eternity Headquarters

"Transport is located in the lower levels," replied the Leader, calmly, turning to face the cylinder that housed Dead Master and her consoles. She had issued her orders, and that was all that she had left to do. "I do not care how you obtain the Seat, as long as you do."

And with that, her focus left Cinder entirely. She was completely focused on monitoring her consoles. Certainly, whatever she was looking at there must have been important.

???, the School

"Well, I was going to turn up the heat until there wasn't anything left, but..." the woman sighed deeply, fishing a metallic device with several dials and antenna on it from one pocket as she did. It was now releasing several blipping sounds in rapid succession as she held it up. The woman narrowed her eyes in irritation. "That's technology for you. No substitute for magic. Why didn't it say you were here until now? Piece of shit."

She sighed. "I didn't want to light you on fire, if that's what you wanna know. Guess I'll have to deal with them more carefully... Anyway, you want outta here, right?"

The woman raised an eyebrow at Guts.


[System]
Aqualad

Character Age

17

Attributes & Abilities

Kaldur has the abilities of all Atlanteans possess thanks to their life underwater. He can breath below water, can swim and incredible speeds, has dense, durable flesh, and has enhanced strength, ranging towards super strength. Thanks to his time training under Queen Mera, he is also an accomplished Atlantean sorcerer. He has the ability of hydrokenesis, and can even form hard-water constructs, allowing him to turn water into bladed or dull offensive weapons. He can also generate electricity, not unlike an electric eel. He has also been working on the ability to speak to marine life, though he has far from mastered this. During his time training under Aquaman, he has become an accomplished hand-to-hand combatant.

Character Synopsis

Kaldur'ahm is the son of Atlantean Sha'lain'a and mutated human Calvin Durham. Calvin was experimented on by the villains Black Manta and the Ocean Master in order to have a man on the inside of Atlantis. While he was relaying information back to the Manta, Calvin slowly started to fall in love with the Atlantean way of life. More importantly, however, he soon found himself in love with the beautiful Sha'lain'a. He hid his true nature from her, and the two were married after a whirlwind romance. Nine months later, Kaldur'ahm was born to the joy of the two of them.

Kaldur grew up around the palace of Atlantis as his mother was a friend and handmaiden of Mera, the betrothed of Orin, king of Atlantis. As he grew, Mera saw the boy had a knack for Atlantean sorcery, and began training him when she could. As the years passed, he was joined under Mera's tutelage by the beautiful Tula, whom he quickly fell madly in love with. The two were Mera's prized pupils, and King Orin began to take a liking to the boy as well, and began training him in martial arts.

When Kaldur was in his early teens, Ocean Master and Black Manta launched their master plan. With the intel that Calvin had supplied years ago of a secret passage into the palace of Atlantis, Manta and his shock troopers attacked Mera and Orin, keeping them pinned down. Meanwhile, Ocean Master, the king's brother, attacked with his forces outside the city. Without their king and leader, the forces of Atlantis were disorganized. Calvin, though he had long ago abandoned his mission, realized his information had been used against his new home, admitted to his wife and son who her truly had been once, and rushed off to help the king and queen. His son, not missing a beat, followed close behind.

When they reached the throne room, they found the royal family near defeat. Father and son joined the fray, though they stood little chance. Kaldur used both his sorcery and his fighting skills in order to drive back the shock troops, but Black Manta proved to be too much for Calvin. The Manta killed Kaldur's father right in front of the boy, before beating Kaldur senseless. The young Atlantean was saved by a resurgent Orin, and the Aquaman repelled Black Manta before leading Atlantis's troops in victory over the Ocean Master.

After the battle, Orin offered Kaldur a place at his side as his protege. Kaldur accepted, and has worn the mantle of Aqualad ever since, protecting the Earth next to the Aquaman.

[User]
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Location: New York City, New York -- City Streets

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By X'Hal, I must be lucky.

Kori could feel her knees buckle as she tried to assess what was going on throughout the streets of the urban battlefield she was fighting upon.

As far as she could tell, the arrival of a green-skinned warrior appeared to catch the able-bodied Gordanians off-guard. The Tamaranean was grateful for such a development, but even as more warriors began to set a perimeter or engage with the Gordanians she could see the resolve upon her pursuers strengthen. Gordanians were stubborn; like a hungry glurk upon a herd, they refused to let up even when the odds were stacked against them. Had they not been hunting her down, Kori might have found their passion admirable. How many Gordanians were there exactly left? Four? Five?

Kori looked back to the direction she had sent the leader flying. He was probably still getting his bearings. The green-skinned warrior had thrown several into the air, and kicked another one into another building. Two of the others had dealt with an individual Gordanian at the very least—though the one wearing a mask was not as close as the three others. It was a small battlefield, though between her blurring vision and the chaos of the situation she found it hard to keep track of everything. She forced a smile, knowing that there were not many Gordanians left to be worried about. There was a chance she would not be taken back yet.

She could see the Gordanians spread out, some climbing out from the buildings they had been thrown in several moments prior. She was sure they were being screamed at by their leader over their private communicators as he picked himself out of the building she had so kindly thrown him into only a few moments ago.

Kori took another deep breath. The last push was coming soon.

[Assistant]
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Location: New York City, New York - Streets

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The aliens poured into the streets, as Jason was sneaking about, avoiding their gaze and their attention for as long as he could. Every moment was a gift in situations like this - in a sense, this was no different than when Bane juiced up half of Gotham on venom and Bruce was taken out of commission. Leaving Jason alone to rescue the hostages and save the day. Being an underdog against forces far greater than those he could overpower wasn't news to the Boy Wonder.

That didn't make it any less scary.

He grappled onto a rooftop, scanning the area, from his belt he detached a small electrical spy-drone that would fly across the streets, surveying the scene and gathering intel for him. He needed to know where the civilians in need were. As he did, he caught a glimpse of a massive boy in a black shirt and with black hair, beating one of the aliens up with his bare hands.

"Either Superman took a dip in the Lazarus pit, or that's a new player." He commented, seeing the building he had been fighting next to, and how it's left side wall was about to collapse. Right onto of a young girl and her grandmother, who had gotten pelted in the side of the head with debris, knocked to the ground and bleeding. The.. Amazing-Kid or whatever wasn't paying attention, too focused on the fight ahead, and perhaps a more valuable use of his powers, left the scene to go fight the aliens.

Robin flipped off the roof, swinging his hook to the next one, vaulting over a lamppost as he did. Landing next to the pair. He produced the bo-staff from his belt and extended it, holding back the wall as he handed the still attached grapple to the girl, while he still held onto it with one hand. Scooping up the elderly lady with his other hand, he said, calmly.

"Hold onto me." Assuring the women that they would be fine. He pulled the grapple and yanked all three of them away, just as the staff gave way to the wall. The staff snapped in half, leaving the two about evenly shaped sticks behind. As he went to join the others in their fight, he heard the loud thuds, slowly coming towards him. It was one of the Aliens. Gravely injured, his face was burnt and beat up, probably from the flying girl's energy blasts.

But he was pissed. Real fucking angry.

Jason wasn't a stranger to fighting with simple rebar, so, the pieces of the Titanium alloyed staff Batman had given him were certainly a step-up from his rebar days.

He rolled to the side, whistling at the alien, dragging it's attention away from the girls. His red batarang popped out of his glove, throwing it with the one hand as he dashed to the weapons next to the crumbled wall, the projectile soaring in the air like a discus, before coming back, the alien hardly even saw it coming as it pierced his neck.

However, the four inch blade didn't seem to bother him too much. That's never a particularly good sign. If anything, it just pissed him off. He rushed at Jason, his wings seemingly limp from whatever massive hit he took. The Robin thanked his lucky stars for any advantage he could get on his side here. It charged at him from his left side, Jason got his hands on the sticks and leapt under the alien, rolling behind him and stabbing the pointy, broken piece of one of the sticks into the aliens heel. It was like stabbing a brick wall.

The blade pierced and the beast got pissed. Turning around and Jason dodged to the left, he should've bobbed to the right as he now got caught with the backhand of the behemoth, knocking him to the ground like he was a rat.

His head spun from the tumble. The monster limped towards him until the spear in his heel broke, than he didn't care about his bleeding foot, only interested in tearing the Boy Wonder's head off. Jason threw a handful of explosive marbles at him, packed with C-4, exploding in his face and disorienting him, stumbling backwards. Robin stalked him from the side, swinging the stick with both hands as hard as he could, he came with a downward diagonal strike towards the alien's head, striking the Batarang as hard as he could on the outer side, making it rip through the behemoth's body as it careened blood from it's throat.

He collected himself, grabbing the other shard of his staff before heading to find his would-be allies. He ran a scan on the alien he had just downed as he ran through the streets. It was still alive, somehow. Just unconscious. He couldn't quite figure out just how freaking tough these things were. But, it certainly gave him a whole new respect for Bruce and his willingness to face down with the intergalactic heavy-hitters the Justice League danced with on the regular.

He came swinging into the fray, as the remaining stragglers of the alien forces would charge the small group of heroes, raining explosives down onto them, drawing a line in the concrete.

"You guys come here often?" The Robin tried to joke, reading the sticks in his hands. The knuckles on his gloves sparked with excitement as the tasers were activated, transferring the electric current into the broken staff.

[User]
Aquaman had always told him that having allies on the battlefield was the greatest of assets. To have someone at your side in the hour of greatest need was a power greater than the Trident of Poseidon, according to King Orin. Kaldur always saw that as a metaphor than a legitimate lesson, but he had to admit his King's words were ringing true now that other young heroes had joined him here on the battlefield of New York in order to repel these horrific invaders.

Beside him was Beast Boy, a hero he had fought beside before. The young man was impulsive and tended to talk too much for Kaldur's liking, but he was as useful as any on the battlefield. One of Batman's sidekicks was here as well, but it was not the Robin that Kaldur had once known. This one was smaller, yet seemed to have a chip on his shoulder. Still, the Bat tended to make sure his charges were skilled. The one with the S on his chest unnerved the Atlantean. Aquaman had never mentioned another Kryptonian to go alongside Superman and Supergirl. But this newcomer was strong and seemed to be willing to help. That was enough at this point.

The strange alien they had rushed to help was a whole other matter. Kal heard her muttering to herself in no language he had ever heard. However she ended up here, she was clearly completely unprepared. The young man from the seas knew what it meant to be a stranger in a strange land, as he himself was every time he stepped onto dry land. But acclimating their new friend would have to come later. First that had to survive this encounter.

Kaldur turned to his allies, "Our enemies are strong, but it's clear they rely on nothing but their strength. An enemy like that is easy to confuse and break if the tide can turn. It's clear they never expected us, and figured they would be able to take the girl easily."

He turned to look at the orange skinned girl, who clearly had no idea what he was going on about.

"Robin, if you're anything like the Batman, you can provide a distraction while Super...boy and I splint their ranks up the middle," Kaldur nodded to the two of them before turning to Beast Boy. "I need you to take care of the girl. If any get by the three of us, I want you to take them down. If there are too many of them, transform into something that can get you and here out of here. Take her to someone in the League or something. But whoever she is, she's clearly important and needs our help."

He realized he was dolling out orders, even though he barely knew most of the heroes he was now gathered with. The thought brought a slight blush to his cheek, "We can do this. I know we can. Are you all with me?"