[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: Legally a refugee.

Physical Description/Appearance: Jack's appearance has obviously been tailored from his rough lifestyle growing up, like most young men these days. A calloused and tough-fleshed person, Jack has light, chocolate-brown skin, obviously showing of his African-American descent and heritage. His eyes are a dark gray, with an obvious golden-amber hue, making it a mixture of the three colors. Something that stands out on his otherwise chiseled, defined face, is the multitude of sharp, livid-red scars dotting along the flesh;; The remnants of multiple fights. Jack's physique, much like his appearance has been defined by his lifestyle; muscular, yet defined and lean, giving him the build of a tough, strong, and fast man, body built from sprinting long distances with heavy loads, and lifting heavy items.

His hair is short and black, matching his eyebrows, as in most cases. The young man's clothing consists of the standard Vault's jumpsuit, as per the rules of the Overseers, but with a few practical twists. The top piece of the jumpsuit is usually not on, instead hanging down his waist, exposing the white t-shirt underneath. This generally keeps him cooled down whenever he's in the core of the Vault, working on different things. It's secured by a sewn in, dark-brown utility belt, along with dark brown work boots finishing the look off. The knees of the jumpsuit has built-in pads for when he has to crawl along the hot steel floors. The clothing in the image is most-likely going to be his outfit once he makes it outside of the vault;; It will be found, of course, and different parts looted/upgraded over the course of the days.

Biography: A long time ago, a bleeding, scarred man with a mohawk and goatee entered the Vault...he was known as a refugee, considered scum by some of the more 'pure' members of the Vault. With him, he carried in his arms as similarly-dressed young woman, bleeding from numerous slashes and holes in her soft form. The doctors swarmed, and the man and woman was taken to the medic-bay. Years passed, and the same woman became pregnant. In the end, the man from before - now bald with a beard - carried the woman, once again, to the medic-bay. There was some problems with the birth. The woman died that day. However, with that loss, came an addition of life. One life loss for another life's beginning. That's where Jackdaw 'Jack' Missouri came into the world. Life growing up, as the son of a raider, definitely wasn't the best. He was pushed around, called 'impure' or 'dirty', and became tough from it.

He helped out his dad as a maintenance worker, cleaning pipes, carrying large boxes of tools, and crawling through compact spaces. The man taught Jack to be a man - how to shoot a gun, whenever they weren't busy with work. That was taught with the help of an old pellet rifle. He was taught how to fight with a knife, how to handle people with his fists, and some other wasteland knowledge the old Raider knew of. He wanted Jackdaw to be better than he was, and that's just how life was. "A man has to do, what a man has to do." Was dad's old motto, and Jack lived by it. Time passed, bullying eventually turned into fights, and a few close-calls passed by. In the end, his father was too old to survive, old illnesses acting up, and he died. Jack continued to graduate Vault School, now officially 'parentless'. A rather average life, right? Wrong. Unknown to him, life in the Vault was going to become a bit less...civil.

Work Test Results: Surprisingly, Vault Security Chief. He had expected a maintenance worker, but his practicality must have been calculated into combat situations. It suits him fine;; he's a natural crackshot, and a good scrapper.

Other: Skills - Repair, Melee, Guns, Survival.

[User]
Seems that everyone was to preoccupied to care about her. Still at least she wouldn't be alone even if they didn't listen to her. It was a bit disappointing that their wasn't a spare gun but then again it could be worse at least they had some. The only reason she wanted one was so she could take care of herself but if their weren't enough to go around it was probably better to have their best armed with what little they had. Ruth decided to pick up a bag that looked in alright shape as she didn't want it splitting open. Looking through her bag it was pretty basic stuff.

After a few minutes their was a very load noise followed by a beam of light. The vaults door had been opened and their was a warm breeze coming from outside. Ruth decided to walk slowly towards the exit gradually getting used to the Suns brightness. Once outside she scanned the horizon looking at what was left of the world. All she saw was dusty wrecks from a much better time. "Dead in the vault or dead outside the vault" Ruth muttered to herself wondering how they could live outside. The only thing that kept her going was knowing that the refs who came to the vault managed to make life for themselves out here and their blood flowed in her veins.

Ruth just stood silently not sure what to do or say. It was only when people started talking about what they should do and were they should go. The general consensus seemed to be that they should find some shelter which she agreed was a good start. She heard Jerry mention about splitting into smaller teams which seemed like a terrible idea as it would be easier for people or some irradiated monster to pick them off one by one. Another boy spoke up she thought his name was John or something similar and he mentioned picking up radio signals which might be promising as it showed people were living out here but then again the signals might be trap used to lure in unsuspecting travellers. Ruth believed she had to make her voice heard and tell them her opinion "well I agree we should all head in the direction of those buildings otherwise we will die without shelter. Also it's no good us splitting up otherwise we're just a bunch a small easy targets and it's much safer in numbers. Another thing we can't be to trusting around any of these waste landers as they are desperate for any supplies. Lastly I think we need a leader so we can have a representative for when we do meet people so we can send one person to talk to them on behalf of the group". Ruth let out a huge breath after that long speech she just gave. After getting her breath back she was slightly red feeling a bit embarrassed as she never was one for public speaking.

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"Leaving me behind wasn't very nice, y'know." said the stranger, making Jolene jump for the umpteenth time today. "Mr. Bogeyman down there almost killed me." he continued, referring to the mutant that had just plummeted to its death, moments ago. Jolene felt ashamed at having basically left a person to die at least twice today. His voice seemed slightly tremulous, showing the intense stress that everyone in the vault was feeling. Jolene was about to apologise when the sound of a gun cocking interrupted her, prompting her to turn, facing the Vault enterance where the noise had came from. A small group stood opposite them, each of them somewhat recognisable, with one in particular holding the gun, albeit not aimed at either Jolene or the guilt-tripping newcomer. "Yeah, this place isn't safe. We're headin' out." he finally stated. "I won't stop you from leaving." he mentioned, before turning back to the Vault door, only for two more new arrivals to suddenly show up - with one of them bizarrely crawling on all fours.

Jolene faced her messy haired companion and voiced her concern "We should leave before more of those things realise there's no one left and decide to climb up the elevator." With one more glance towards her new companion, she followed the other four men out of the vault, leaving behind everything that she ever knew. Her parents...she had already saw her father die, all those years ago, and her mother had passed not too long ago. It was hard, so very hard to cope, but for now, she had to push all of that to the back of her mind. Tears welled in her eyes, but Jolene attempted to put on a professional facade, exiting the dry wooden door after the others. The blaring of the sun certainly slapped her in the face like a strong hand, but it only affected her one visible eye - she covered that with the back of her hand, carefully glancing around at the others. She didn't know them, having been a year ahead of them all in school, but some of them were familiar. The large guy, for instance; she often tutored him whenever she had time, per his parent's request. His name was Jerry a... nice guy. The others, she didn't know all that much. However, her eye was immediately drawn to the guy leaning against the side of the cave - the one that had been crawling. "Oh no..." She whispered, rushing over to the man. Her first-aid kit was immediately slapped open, and Jolene glanced at the others. "Do any of you know what happened to him?" Now that things were calming down, she could finally focus on the thing she was actually good at, before her emotions spilled over. Her voice remained calm and steady, professional...like a real medic, she hoped.

As the small girl started ranting about what they needed to do, Jolene glanced over to her, her right eyebrow raising slightly. "I believe that we should get somewhere I can treat this guy better. I also believe that..." She peered closer, before turning back to injured guy, taking out one of the eight Stimpacks from her kit, "A 'leader' isn't necessary at this moment. Sending one person out to talk seems foolhardy, considering we don't know how violent these, uh...Wasters are." Having said this, Jolene then lightly flicked the needle edge of the Stimpack with her finger, experimentally sending some liquid flying through the air.

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Jackdaw Missouri
Near the Vault Entrance
Tagged;; Everyone

Jackdaw listened to the others with half an ear, whilst he busied himself with making sure that his equipment was stable. Regardless of what they chose, he already had his plans - those buildings in the distance sure was interesting, and they'd probably hold some very valuable information for seeing what was going on in this Wasteland. True, diving themselves up would make them smaller targets, but, from what he saw, the others weren't really made for...well, conflict, he felt like. There wasn't any arrogance to the thought - he was just going off of what he knew of the others at this exact moment. The red-haired girl, the thug, seemed pretty good with what she got, and the large guy was notorious for being very strong in the Vault - other than his retardation. Maybe they'd be useful, but he didn't really know. Whether they stayed together or not, Jack had absolutely no thoughts on dying out here. He had finally left the vault, and if his dad could survive out here with a pregnant wife, then he'd do the exact same thing. The man had left him some audio-recordings in his Pip-Boy, not mentioning anything specific about escaping the vault, but just giving him stories about the outside world.

Since the audio recordings were made for him to sleep, back when he was younger, they didn't give out every gritty detail...but maybe, once he found a safe place, he could listen to them and see if there was any useful information within the messages. If there wasn't...well, at least he'd tried. Coming back into the 'real-world', Jack looked down, noticing that he was sitting on a flat rock, his assault rifle's magazine lying on the ground beside him. Slipping the loaded clip into the gun's chamber, Jack slung the weapon over his backpack, while grabbing his 10mm pistol from where it had been sitting beisde him. His mind was made up. It'd be a bit dangerous, for sure, moving down the road with the sun blaring all around him, but at least he'd be moving on. Staying by the vault seemed more and more stupid, especially with those shitty monsters killing every child and mother inside. Damn...

"I'm headin' to the buildings out there." Jack spoke up to the others, for the first time this entire day. He mentally wondered if he should just leave it at that...but there were some useful people in this group, and leaving them seemed pretty stupid. Not to mention, he couldn't just leave them all behind without having a very guilty conscience. That thought didn't even cross his mind. He began talking again, peering over at the others, before looking out at the buildings. Dust and sand blew over his eyes, and the man squinted slightly. "You can come if you want. I want to see if there's anything useful, like a map or some information. Maybe normal people. " He walked up to the broken, cobblestone road, his sidearm gripped in both hands. Jack glared through the dusty air, looking for any signs of hostile people, any mutated beasts, any of those evil, drug-addicted raiders his dad had told him about, all those years ago. It seemed pretty clear. Jack glanced back at the others.

"Better to act than wait, right?" At least, to him, it seemed that way. The man waited for responses, while keeping his eyes peeled for anyone or anything approaching. if they declined, then Hell, he'd go by himself - no skin off his bones. But, if they came with him, then that'd be a bit better. Safer, too. However, for some reason, he felt like he'd regret speaking up...like some jackass would piss him off a few minutes after they set out, and things would escalate. That'd probably be his paranoia speaking, though. The least he could do was be patient and hopefully nice. His calmness was still winning out, so hopefully it was still there while he was with these people. He didn't really wanna snap at them and get guns shoved in his face. Then, he'd have to kill more people, and he didn't really feel like dealing with that guilty feeling.


[System]
SOLVEIG FORGEHEART
"Say that about me Mother again... I dare ya..."

B A S I C S

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AGE

30 in human years

RACE

A proud Dwarf

CLASS

Pugilist

OCCUPATION

Prizefighter

ORIGINATES FROM

Tharum Kholdur

IF OUTSIDE TORVELT

One of the Mountain Cities in the Dwarven Realm, Tharum Kholdur is a bustling centre of commerce both in and out of Dwarven kind. Falling in line with many of the mountain holds, the structure and architecture is all within the mountain ranging from the very peak to deep mines within the earth. The city's populace is almost entirely Dwarves, with other races being tourists, employees or merchants looking to trade and sell.

P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Solveig is as stout and as stocky as Dwarves come. While he's slightly taller than most Dwarves, Solveig sports an unruly head of dark brown hair that falls to his shoulders and a beard to match. His beard has two braids, held together by silver bands. While he has a bit of a beer belly as most of his kind do, his build is comparable to the modern Strongman all bundled up in a 4' 1" package. He also bares a Dwarven tattoo that stretches over his left pec, shoulder and upper arm.

STRENGTHS

* Hand-to-hand combat: While his style is much more scrappier than the grace of Monastic techniques, it is the only way he knows how to fight and he does it well.
* Resilience: Solveig is a hard man to knock down, and even harder to keep down.
* Improvised weapons: After being in many street fights and tavern brawls, Solveig has a knack for making the most mundane objects a brutal weapon. Chairs, stools, mugs, bottles just to name a few.
* Athletics
* Iron Liver: Other than mining, there is one thing Dwarves are known for- Drinking! And Solveig is no exception. Years of drinking have made him a pro at the game. As the old saying goes, "Never get into a drinking contest with a Dwarf."

WEAKNESSES

* Height: While he is hardy, Solveig is still a Dwarf so he has no reach. This means he has to get inside of opponent's reach when it comes to taller races and has to work harder to keep up in terms of speed.
* Weaponry: While Solveig has had the most basic of training with axes and warhammers as most Dwarves do, his training does not go past that. Besides, he much prefers using his fists anyways.
* Lack of armour: Following his pugilistic fighting style, Solveig does not wear any sort of armour. While this is used to keep him light on his feet (for a dwarf) this can prove to be a dangerous choice when he is attacked by weapons.

P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S

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PERSONALITY

Headstrong - Jovial - Proud - Stubborn - Confrontational - Loyal

SEXUALITY

Bisexual

FEARS

* Heights
* Being powerless

GOALS

* To become a famous fighter
* To atone for his crimes
* To return home

S K I L L S

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

Darkvision

Being accustomed to mountain living, Solveig as the innate ability to see in the dark. He can see 60 feet ahead of him in dim light as if it was bright light, and in darkness he can see as if it was dim light. However, this is only in shades of grey.

Cross-Counter

One of Solveig's favorite techniques, if he takes an attack then Solveig can redirect the brunt of the force and reply back with a harsh liver blow hook.

One, Two, Three, Floor

Solveig unleashes a quick flurry of blows. The first two attacks are used to double the opponent over, especially if they are taller. The third and final attack is aimed at the jaw to send his enemy crashing to the ground.

Stick and Move

Solveig dances around his opponents with his quick footwork. Combining this with his height, Solveig has an uncanny ability of slipping in and out of an opponent's reach and blindspots.

G E A R

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ITEMS ON PERSON

* Drinking horn
* Roll of thin cloth for hand-wraps.
* Deck of cards from his homeland.

WEAPONS

* A pair of brass knuckles, engraved with dwarven runes (non-magical)

H I S T O R Y

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Born in the mountainous caverns of Tharum Koldur, Solveig grew up like many of his kind did. As soon as he could, a pick was put in his hands and he learnt all there was to the art of Mining. He quickly learnt the value in ores, minerals and gems. His family was descended from a long line of crafters and blacksmiths, and it was assuredly to be Solveig's fate.

In his teenage years, Solveig spent a lot of time at the markets when he wasn't learning how to mine or how to use Dwarven weaponry. It was there that he discovered Prizefighting. A crowd would gather in the square as two men began to circle each other. Solveig originally thought it was just a fight but that wasn't the case. It was about two warriors who were going to go toe-to-toe in a contest of power and skill. That was the true aspect, and the glory that went along with it. Raucous cheers surrounded young Solveig for each punch thrown or sidestepped as coins practically showered the edge of the makeshift ring. This was the life Solveig would choose.

He would spend any time he could watching these fights, shadowboxing by the edge to learn what he could. Eventually, he'd make his debut. To the surprise of everyone, the rookie won and it caught the eye of some particular folk. They saw the talent and a way to make money off of it. They approached him with an offer to throw his next fight. Solveig initially refused, but a young Dwarf's avarice can take hold rather quickly. Once the offer was right, Solveig would eventually agree.

He would continue this way of living for a long time. Sometimes his new 'endorsers' would allow him to win the fight, but mostly he would go down whenever they decided. However, the city eventually found out. Disgraced, Solveig was run out of Tharum Koldur and banished to Torvelt. If he could make it in such a harsh environment then he would be awarded his Dwarven honor back.

It was a tough adjustment at first but he had survived the five years he's lived in Torvelt so far. This time he was fighting for himself, and nothing hanging over his head. He's spent these years going tavern to tavern, taking on any challenger and spending night and day drinking and prizefighting. While he's run into trouble a fair few times, he's always punched his way out in the end. Solveig still thinks about going home, but he still feels he has something to prove. Besides, he could get used to this...

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O L A A L - F A R E S

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Ola drew the sword fully through the trolls leg, the sharpened steel parting the rotting flesh and bone with barely a tug at her arm. It made her shudder inwardly and her nose wrinkled at the stench of the beast. Severing its tendon had a two fold effect; it slowed the troll down, but also caused it to lurch sideways and slam a hand down to maintain any semblance of balance as it launched the vile, green and black loogie she had ever seen.

She was unable to follow the projectiles flight path, she was top busy dodging the crashing fist. She was close, maybe to close, the only danger of being a melee fighter when you ran into something undead. Mud spattered her face and cloak and she spat to try and clear the taste even as she scrambled back to put a even a few feet of distance between herself and the huge rotting hand.

Only once she had gained a bit of purchase in the mud did she flourish her sword, sending the remnants of her first cut splattering into the mud away from her new allies, and then hack two handed at the arm that was in the mud. If she could sever another limb it might bring the creature down low enough for someone to destroy its other brain. Unless she was mistaken, and had certainly happened from time to time, if they destroyed the brains, the undead would cease to function.

[Assistant]
STUR
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The familiar jolt of the axe burying itself in flesh and bone rattled its way up Stur's arms and across his body, causing his teeth to click sharply together. At the same time, an unusually cold spray of blood spattered his face.

Ordinarily, the mercenary would have welcomed a little blooding in a fight. But the strange wrongness of the stuff caused him to flinch away in disgust, and then a half-second later in pain. The cursed ichor began to burn and almost sap the strength from his body as anger and bewilderment continued to grow inside his heart. Eyes momentarily blinded, Stur instinctively yanked on the haft of the longaxe to free it from its resting place in the ruins of the troll's second head, but instead found himself tripping backwards in the mud as his hands failed to find a grip on the blood-slicked haft. He cursed loudly at the thing, throwing himself into a clumsy backwards roll, coming back to rights with his dirk firmly gripped in one hand and his right side splattered in mud, but now blessedly free of the troll's poisonous blood.

Cautiously opening one eye, he took a moment to survey the situation. The troll was down a leg, scrambling for purchase in the mud with one hand thrust out for balance. His wayward axe was serving as a fair replacement for the abomination's missing head, haft jutting straight out to the side like a sapling grown into the side of a mountain. The new arrival was, to her credit, right in the thick of things, hacking away at limbs seemingly without a fear in the world. Stur felt a brief surge of respect for the woman, though whether she was to be trusted remained to be seen. The troll's ire was focused on Brynan, who was still knelt in the mud after her initial strike.

Deciding that the quickest way to finish this was to get the enemy on its back, the battered warrior took advantage of his being behind the troll and undetected, slipping carefully up to its unprotected flank and plunging with the dirk towards the back of its one intact knee.

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I M A L E S S A S H A R I S

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Imalessa's arrow had hit its mark, and yet the troll still had some fight left in it. Cursing under her breath, she marveled with a sick curiosity at how the thing was still kicking. But the arrow had seemed to do something, if not kill it. She nocked another, watching as it reached out and grabbed at Gentle, preparing to bite. There were no gods she believed in, let alone bothered to pray to, but she hoped she could get lucky once more and loosed her arrow.

[Assistant]
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B R Y N A N I A N Y R E

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Having sliced deeply into the trolls legs, Brynan came to a sliding stop in the mud, her lips pulled back in a grimace of grim satisfaction. She watched as it buckled, trying to regain its balance, only to have one of his legs cut out from underneath it by another blade - that of the sodden stranger.

"Beautiful, woman!" she cried out. But she didn't pause to celebrate. The fight was far from over. She adjusted her grip on the scimitars and tensed her body in preparation for another attack.

Aiming to slice at its throat, she looked up at the troll just in time to catch a face full of loogie. It covered one of her eyes, entered her parted lips and slid easily down her throat. White-hot pain immediately accompanied it, but Brynan cared little; all she felt was disgust. A primal scream tore from her burning throat and she launched herself at the diseased creature, both blade tips pointed at its distended belly. She would run it through.

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Gentle

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Gentle brayed in pain, skin burning, eyes watering. What kind of diseased sack of poison was this thing? His hands itched, eager, he felt, to grip a sword pommel. Slide back towards being the monster of his youth, that's all that would achieve, he told himself. He had to keep a grip on the person he was now, even if that person was like to end up troll-food in the next few minutes.

He stepped backwards, dodging snapping teeth, not so lucky when it came to sharp claws, feeling them peel through the skin of his chest. Felt the wound burn hot, probably infected, no time to worry about that, his feet were slipping from under him. He put a hand to the ground to steady himself, palm gripping on worn wood. His staff, the one the troll had knocked from his hand. It wasn't a sword, but it would do.

Surging back to his feet he thrusts the staff like a spear, aiming straight for the ugly fucks chest, snarled curses on his lips, heartfelt prayer in his mind. Apollokeos, he intones silently so only she can hear, Goddess of second chances, help me make this one count.

Help me bury this fucker.

[Assistant] There was an immediate feeling of uncomfortableness as Solveig began to rodeo the beast. However as gross pus began to pour out from the cut that the Dwarf made, he was forced to dismount. "Fuck me... What is wrong with these bastards..." Solveig grumbled to himself as managed to regain his footing for a moment. The sick feeling began to take over for a few moments as he began to retch. With a deep inhale, Solveig tried to recompose himself to shake off this feeling of illness. Solveig's stance changed as the Rot Troll still seemed to be solely focused on Gentle. Beginning to bounce on his toes more, the Pugilist decided to switch to Outfighting. Solveig gripped his knuckle dusters tighter as he began to flick out jabs into the calves and knees of the Troll, trying to keep his distance.


[System]
Alias - Dr. Needles
Age - 22
Experience - 4 years, was a part of the original team and has worked with the Titans on and off since then.
Powers - Super human regeneration. His ability to heal has grown since his teen years, and he can now recover from injuries much faster(Something like half the rate of Wolverine).
Weaknesses - Other than his ability to heal, he is limited by his merely human form in a group full of super humans.
Appearance - Since his somewhat embarrassing teenage years, Needles has dropped his goth look, but still maintains some "alternative" style. His dark hair is cut very precisely in a fade, short up to the top of his head where it's a little longer and styled in a wave to the right. He's average height and slender, athletic build(common in the hero world).

He dresses practically. Sturdy pants and boots, in gray and black respectively. He has a "utility belt" that holds a few useful tools that he likes to carry in the field. He still likes to wear graphic tees(usually for either bands, or homages to other heroes) but often has a protective jacket of synthetically enhanced leather.

BRIEF Bio- The son of a combat medic, he picked up a lot of anatomy and medical knowledge from books around his house while his father was away. His own regenerative abilities further inspired his passion for biology and medical science, and between working with the Titans since the age of 16 he's been embroiled in studies for a degree. He received a PhD in Biology(rather than an actual Medical Doctorate) after an incredible 4 years of study. Doctor is now literally his title, rather than just his hero name.
Notes -
Commitment - Can do once a week pretty easily. I try to keep up to date day by day. Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays I'm the least likely to post.

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Five Years Ago
December 12th
Chernobyl, Russia
Nix exited his small, compact ship, stepping out onto the irradiated soil. His respirator made a quiet breathing noise as his eyes surveyed the area. He squinted as he pulled the modified Mare's leg from it's holster on his back. He slowly and cautiously crept his way into the deserted and hostile wasteland that was, Chernobyl. His eyes glancing all around him as he made his way further and further into the plant.

He stopped, hearing noise approaching. He broke into a crouched jog before sliding into cover behind a fallen pillar. He peeked his eye around the corner of said pillar to keep a watch on what was approaching. A grin formed under his respirator as he watched a tall, blue, brute of an alien walked along the road to one of the shut down reactors while being followed by two less impressive, skinny aliens. He rose from from his crouch, aiming his rifle and killing one of the smaller aliens with a quick shot to the head. He flipped the gun around, reloading it while ducking back into cover as both the two remaining aliens drew guns and began firing on him. He held a hand to his stetson as the wind picked up, securing it from flying off.

As the firing stopped, he spun and rose, lashing out at the second smaller alien with his energy whip before leashing him towards him. The alien soared through the air in a perfect arc before he was 'brained' by Nix and his mare's leg. What Nix hadn't expected was that the bigger alien was now charging towards him, opting to use his size and melee skills instead of his rifle. Nix was caught off guard by this, a rookie mistake, and was subsequently caught in the path of the alien. The alien ran him onto a nearby wall before reeling back to send a punch to his mask. Nix was quick enough to dodge it before raising his leg and sending a mighty kick to one of the aliens many stomachs, sending him reeling back. Nix leaped onto the alien, positioning himself so that he had him in a necklock while riding its back. He had hoped he was strong enough to pull the alien down enough to strangle him, but it seemed that this wasn't going to work as the alien just seemed to swing and thrash its body in the hopes of getting Nix off of it. Nix sighed, he reached down to his waist and unsheathed his machete from its position in its sheath on his back, under his holster and positioned sideways. He had hoped to get the reward for bringing this one in alive, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. He began stabbing furiously into the aliens back, eventually getting to the point where it tired enough to be brought to the ground. Nix left it, dead on the floor as he returned to his ship to get his camera to bring proof that he had completed the contract.

As he did, he heard a mighty roar and what sounded like someone dragging bricks up some stairs as the alien rose from its fake death and prepared to charge at Nix once more. It was met with the click of a gun and the sound of Nix's disappointment embodied by a low:
"For fucks sake" and a quick shot to the skull. He wiped some blood from his forehead before continuing to fetch his camera. All the while plugging in his small MP3 player and playing his music.

Present Day
The Lucille

Nix's feet bounced rhythmically as the sound of KC and the Sunshine Band played melodically through his old and battered MP3 player. If there was one good thing you could say about Nix it was that he got his moneys worth out of anything he bought. While anyone else would have just bought an I-Pod or even just a newer MP3 player, Nix was fine with using his old one, cracked screen and all. His stetson was lying over his face and his hands were clasped on his stomach, tapping in time with his feet. He was leaning back in his chair, his boots resting on a table as he slowly swayed backwards and forwards on his chair. He was awoken from his half-sleep by the sound of an especially loud blast from, Mason, who was currently shooting bottles.

Well, to say he awoken solely by that would be a lie. What really woke him up was his loss of balance after hearing the noise which, in turn, made him fall back in his chair and land on his back on the ground. He grunted, rising up and putting the chair back in its proper position. He stuffed his MP3 player into his pocket, not bothering to tie up the earphones, they'd just get tangled anyway. He picked his hat up from the floor before dusting it off and laying it on the table his feet had currently rested on. He made his way over to Mason and replied to his statement.
"You can say that again, haven't had a good meal in ages" He spoke.
"No contracts have come through recently I'm afraid, seems my affiliation with you lot has killed off any work coming my way. I get the odd contract occasionally, but usually it's too far away or I'm not quick enough to accept it, chief" He explained.

[Assistant]
Charlie was in his quarters, sitting sideways on his bed, his pillow behind him to cushion him against the wall, and reading. He had a little device, it folded up like a Chinese fan, but opened to a right angle with a holographic display between the frame. The edges outside of the two metal sides were blurry as the hologram couldn't extend further, but didn't have an actual border. He had data from around the galaxy, whatever he could pick up, on it, and it worked on a wireless connection to Lucille, where the large amount of data was actually kept. He had gotten the idea from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Right now, he was examining the chemical makeup of alien flora, and he finally found what he wanted.

Charles got up and made his way to the cargo bay, from which Mason could be heard for miles.

"I got a solution to the food problem," he announced, holding up the little holo fan. "This fruit is native to a planet in a system not far from here. It has essential proteins and sugars, and is safe for humans to eat. Don't know about you, Nix, sorry. It should tide the rest of us over, at least. And it grows on... something kind of similar to a vine?" he was looking at the fan again, "So we might even be able to grow it here on the ship."

[User]
Ty'Sun sat in the darkness of T.O.M's cockpit, calibrating the War Mech's decades-old targeting systems. He was barely following the conversation the others were having, mostly because the sound was somewhat muffled by T.O.M's durable armour.
"Well if we had been allowed to add hydroponics like we had in the original plans that would not be an issue." said one of his fellow shipmates, thought it sounded like a mutter to him from inside T.O.M. "Tando'yare wa... What kind of ship intended for long-term space travel doesn't have hydroponics installed onboard?" Ty whispered to himself. Though to be fair, he understood why they lacked a hydroponics system as the three humans were apparently forced to take to the stars in a hurry.

Having decided that he had done enough calibrating for today, he opened the cockpit hatch, flooding the dark space inside the Mech with light.
"You can say that again, haven't had a good meal in ages." stated Nix, the only nonhuman aboard, aside from himself of course. Obviously they were discussing their ongoing food supply problem. Nix went on to make it clear that bounty work wasn't going to be an option.

Suddenly Charles, the Lucille's doctor, came in with a little fan-shaped device, announcing that he had found something that could solve their problem. Ty listened eagerly as he sat with his legs over the edge of the cockpit.
"This fruit is native to a planet in a system not far from here. It has essential proteins and sugars, and is safe for humans to eat. Don't know about you, Nix, sorry. It should tide the rest of us over, at least."
Ty jumped down from the cockpit and headed over towards the group. "That's all well and good, but since Nix and I might not be able to eat that fruit of yours, what're we supposed to do while you three gorge yourselves on alien fruits. Eat ourselves?"

"Moskov Mason. Considering even Nix's bounty connections may not help us here," Ty turned to face Nix and looked upwards at the six foot and a half tall giant. "No offense intended, Moskov Nix." he said with a wide smile, accompanied with a high pitched hiss. "And if the Jacks cannot install the hydroponic systems in time, then might I suggest we head towards the nearest station or inhabited planet, preferably one with a more... 'unpleasant' reputation. We're bound to get something for ourselves there." Ty'Sun crossed his arms together. "Though I can't imagine we'll accept a job that's too extreme. Just something that'll get us by."

[Assistant]
Needles mentioned a fruit on a planet not far from where the team was presently, and Ty'Sun suggested that the team should simply just find a cesspool of a planet to find work. Nightstar wasn't used to making these types of decisions, he never had a day job while also being a hero. He had the occasional job on a military base between the ages of 16-18 before becoming a superhero, but this could be the last call he ever makes if they don't find food soon. Mason Mitchell wasn't quite ready to go Han Solo on the galaxy just yet.

"I'll go ahead and set course for that star system with the fruit, looks like we'll have to fly through an asteroid field so somebody should probably go down and man one of the cannons..." Nightstar said going up the stairs at the end of the cargo bay to return to the cockpit, "Needles and Multiple, one or both of you get to work setting up a hydroponics system.

Later...

"That was some fine shootin' out there!" Nightstar commented [to whomever manned the gun] at the dining table where the team ate some of the last food they had which resembled macaroni and cheese.

"I put the ship on auto-pilot, we should be eating fruit within the next hour. Was odd on the specs the ship pulled up on the planet, Nifniy is partially inhabited by what appears to be robotic plant life save for the fruit Needles mentioned. It said there were no life signs on the planet, you think Lucille scanned for machine life too or just organics?" Nightstar asked in the end, looking at Multiple.

~KL~

[User]
Nix nodded to Nightstar, moving to pick his hat back up and placing it on his head. He made his way down into the gunners chair. His gloved hands gripped around the joystick as he kept a watchful eye out for any asteroid. He only had to fire a few times, maybe five, Nightstar was a pretty good pilot so Nix didn't have to worry so much. Most of the time was spent with Nix leaning back on his chair, hoping for some sort of action to come his way lest he die of boredom.

Nix made his way up out of the gunners chair and into the dining room. He took his respirator off to eat the strange, gooey substance known to humans as 'mac and cheese'. Luckily for Nix, his biology was strikingly similar to a Humans, other than his lungs. He could live for about an hour without his respirator on, more than enough time to eat. Throughout the meal, he had been raising his respirator to his mouth and sucked in a mouthful of ammonia. It was always good to be safe. Nix's teeth were jagged like a sharks which had shocked many of the crew members at first sight, but he presumed they had gotten used to it over their time together. He nodded as Nightstar complemented his shooting, before laying his fork down and fixing his respirator back on.

[Assistant]
Needles ate quietly, occasionally glancing at Nix to try to get a surreptitious view of his teeth. He was curious about the alien's anatomy.

When Nightstar was talking about the scans of the planet, Needle's chimed in.

"According to the data, these vines that grow the fruit are an invasive species. They choke out the machines-plants or something. I'm not super sure what the records meant, I'll have to see it in context to understand fully. Hopefully, this at least means they won't be too hard to find. We should arrive soon, right?"


[System]
Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=vR18NP-acL4

Gender: Male? I'm a slime...no genitals. I think...

Species:
Slime > Amorphous Slime

Appearance:

A fluctuating red and orange colored slime that would probably fill a five gallon bucket. It's genuinely difficult to tell where he's looking unless he "generates" a head with limited facial features.

Goals: The world is vast and new. I want to see it and hopefully not get killed by some idiot newbie with a stick sword.

Past Life:
Asura's past life he only had a few things that stood out. He worked for the city he lived in. Doing things like mending roads, removing trees, cleaning up debris from storms, fixing waterlines and sewage, installing signs and various lights. He's sort of a jack of all trades when it comes to work. Thankfully he wasn't high enough in the chain to be forced to do loathsome paperwork. While not at work he was doing one of three things. Playing video games, namely western styled rpg's with the occasional slice of life genre. Busting his ass at the gym to keep a general strong body. The gym led to the third aspect of his life, boxing. He loved boxing even if he never went pro. His naturally high pain tolerance stacked with building it up higher through training let him dominate local challenges. Despite being a healthy guy and working hard he still died fairly young. He honestly doesn't remember how it happened but he figured it's most likely work related.

Abilities:* Physical Damage Resistance I - Lowers physical damage taken by a little bit. (A bundle skill applying to all three types, Blunt, Slash, and Pierce)
* Blunt Damage Resistance I - Lowers Blunt based damage taken by a little bit.
* Piercing Damage Resistance I - Lowers Piercing based damage taken by a little.
* Magic Resistance I - Magic damage from lower level spells is reduced, regardless of its element. Whenever you gain Elemental Resistances, their threshold will be used first before Magic Resistance is activated. Obtaining at least one level of all Elemental Resistances will cause Skill Synergy and automatically increase Magic Resistance by one rank.
[Earth Resistance I - Take less damage from Earth and Earth Elemental Magic. If all other Elemental Resistances are acquired, this will also increase the rank of Magic Resistance.
* Limited Shapeshift IV - Two properties of your body, not including color, temperature, or base material, can now be altered in the same manner outlined at Rank III. Unlike Rank III, these properties can be maintained simultaneously. Your body, or an extension, could become Sharp AND Hard, or gain a Texture while maintaining another property. Your ability to shift fine details with your base form is increased. The ability to shift fine details with extended forms, such as pseudopods, is now the same as the details on the base form from Rank III. If you alter only one property of a form, such as Sharpness, that property is greater than it was at Rank III. Your maximum reach with extensions remains the same. Forms that are most commonly used or associated with earlier Ranks now cost less Stamina to maintain. Your maximum "reach" with stretched portions of your body remains the same. While maintaining your original mass your ability to alter fine details is increased. A "blade" made from your body could be shaped in various ways, for instance, but a pseudopod with a blade at its tip would not be so refined; this would apply to other features like imitated body parts or facial traits.
* Stamina Furnace I - A form of physical and mental cultivation akin to meditation. Similar to concentrating on the beat of one's heart to calm it, you have accelerated the rate of physical recovery. Expend Mana to restore Stamina. This effect is increased if you have recently eaten, as it speeds up digestion--however, this may require larger amounts of food
* Blood Drain I - Through physical contact with whatever body part or orifice the user needs to eat and drink, drain the target's blood through an already open wound. In addition to dealing damage, this skill also restores the user's HP. The amount of HP restored will not be the same as the amount of damage dealt or the same as the amount of blood consumed. Any disease, poison, or other danger contained within the target's blood may also present a threat to this skill's user. At this rank the user is limited in how much blood they can drain and how quickly, as well as the target's defense, healing factor, and other circumstances.
* Cling I - As a Slime you are naturally suited to sticking to objects. By expending stamina, you cling to any surface and are able to climb or stick upon it. At this rank, the type and texture of the surface will change the skill's effectiveness. At this rank, you are much slower when moving on objects while clinging. At this rank, this skill cannot be used save to climb or stick to surfaces.
* Faster I - Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Harder I - You have toughened yourself up through training! Clenched muscles or hardened flesh can be an effective shield--your base defensive stats increase! By gaining at least one rank in Faster, Stronger, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur to increase the rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Dextrous I : Your practice with fine manipulation and using your pseudopods has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your body can now be used to more effectively manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren't strong enough yet to "wield" weapons or pick up very large things without other Skills.
* Slime Whip I - A unique ability for slimes. Create a sturdy tendril from a pseudopod and lash out at the enemy. At this rank, your range of reach is 5 feet. -Skill Synergy- You possess Limited Shapeshift III. Range is increased to 10 feet and adding a shifted blade, bludgeon, etc to your Whip is more effective.
* Throw Item I - Using an item from your inventory, you hurl it at the opponent by expending Stamina. Different items may have different effects and some are more suited than others as projectile weapons. At this rank, the chance to destroy the thrown item is very high. Damage type depends on the item.
* Smash II - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage! Damage buff increased. Stamina drain increased. Using a non-blunt type attack can now trigger this skill, but its power will be halved.
* Slash I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Slashing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Skewer I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Piercing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Rabid Fit I - Fly into a mindless rage, and destroy the enemy! A sudden burst of fury grants you increased strength and damage, but you'll become more vulnerable to damage yourself.
* Overwork I - Push through, break the limit, and--probably need a nap later. When you really need it, you're able to summon up just that little extra bit of power, at the cost of slowly stressing yourself to death.
* Skill Synergy: Rabit Fit I, Overwork I, Smash II. Your attack's power is vastly increased!

Transformations:* Slime > Amorphous Slime > ?

Inventory:* Healing Herbs x2 (??? Quality)
* Source Crystal Shard x1
* Jawbone Club x1 (??? Quality)

[User]
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@Duthguy

Jason blinked in surprise as the notification for an available quest popped into view. The only other quest he'd been presented with thus far had been from the dungeon core; to kick out any other potential bosses. Did that mean.... This quest was being offered directly from Onogoro himself? "Quest accepted." he calmly responded to the system as he and Danny came onto the farm.

Slowing down, he began to approach the wall surrounding the farm, beckoning Danny to follow as he reached out with [Telepathy], "Alright Danny, I'm certain that this must be what the goblins are after... They're probably gearing up to raid this place right now...."

Sliding his pseudopod across the surface of the earthen bricks, Jason turned to Danny once more, using [Telepathy] to communicate."Heres the plan, we tie a couple vines together, and tie a rock at the end. Throw it over the wall, I'll phase through, and secure the vine... Sound good?"

[Assistant]
After they had slowed down a bit and he didn't have to worry so much about where he was going Danny felt it was a good time to tell Jason what he had learned. "Hey Jason I got a system message about chanting and apparently by using different chants you can multiply spells or change their direction or speed among other things. Also you might want to focusing your mana into your eyes, I got mana vision that way and I think it lets me see mana particles or something. Either way it really helped me in learning fireball."

Having said he decided it was time to spend his skillpoints. It was honestly rather tempting to just put them all into Fireball and leveling that but he was sure he would be able to do that with practice. The same thing applied to Spell Chant,Suppress Presence, Material Analysis, Stronger, and Mana Strike, though he was curious what that one actually did. "System describe mana strike."
Anyway he wasn't going to put points into those skills.

He spent quite some time thinking about it since Smash was tempting as it sounded like a physical skill but it would cost most of his points and there were some others he wanted as well. Eventually he made up his mind around the same time the reached some stone wall that Jason offered to phase through and attach an improvised grappling hook to for him. "Are you sure it's a good idea to do this? We might be mistaken for attackers, especially since it's almost dark. System put four points in mana drain and one in Aqua Stream." That done he tried to unlock Material Analysis by carefully inspecting the wall.

Abilities:
* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force III
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis III
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis II
* Mana Dart I
* Blunt Resistance I
* Focus I
* Faster I
* Plant Analysis I
* Mana Vision I
* Point Strike I
* Muffle I
* Crafting I
* Spiritual Awareness I
* Fireball I
Wisp > (Immature) Poltergeist

Inventory:* Source Crystal Shard x1, charged
* Flak Sac x1
* Broken Flak Shell x1
* Flak Shell x1
* Goat Hide Robe
* Flak Pauldron
* Flak Gauntlet
* Sharp Stone
* Cudgel
* Curved Stick
* Flak beetle mandible
* Dire Rat-Hide Loincloth
* Small Hollow Gourd (Half Full of Water)
* Wooden Cudgel

[User]
Asura 'tilted' his 'head', which was really just making his blob self lopsided as Zieglar spoke. "I got to pick from about four evolution options. Adult Slime, Giant Slime, Amorphous Slime, and Metallic Slime." The red goo being said before shrugging. "Got to a certain point, something spoke, gave me the options probably based on my skills, and evolved into this. It's probably because I have a human soul in a monster body so natural evolution doesn't factor in except as a sidenote?" He said and guessed.

The knight went on to talk about how to fight spirits and how their existence was a counter to themselves. He could just make them waste their mana and they'd eventually dissipate? Also they weren't immune to physical attacks, they just didn't do a hell of a lot of damage. The problem would being able to see it, unless it manifested like the ghost wisps. He did have the potential to get Spiritual Awareness, but how did one train that? He wasn't a psychic...but this world kind of threw everything he knew before out the damned window. But he didn't want to deal with magic damn it!

Sighing mentally he focused on trying to detect what couldn't be seen with normal eyes. He had the benefit of not having true eyes to begin with, so his body was easier to adjust. He didn't have any mana left after recharging the crystal anyways so he kept that out of it. How did one experience supernatural phenomena in a world of magic and few undead? Probably needing demonic or angelic contact as well, but he wasn't the praying sort.

Hm...System contact Demon King. Oi, how do you train spiritual Awareness. You brought me into this damned world you can give me a helping hand on some things! He thought, even trying to think the thought so hard as to make it reach the Demon King. It was highly doubtful it'd work, but it never hurt to try and send a message.

Asura 'blinked' when Zieglar mentioned other plants. "You're acting like I know what the hell a kilm blossom is or a cushiwog shroom is. We've been outside that cave for a day and I don't have real Analyze Skills." He growled out grumpily. But he still had two herbs in reserve. At this point they probably wouldn't heal him to full, but they'd heal him enough. Never mind the fast he had his defenses to mitigate a lot of damage.

Trent mentioned potions, but they'd probably make them sick. Probably due to an overdose, maybe Iron Gullet would mitigate that? Either way it was emergency reserves unless the boy got his ass whooped. "If it looks like we'll need potions, probably best to retreat and try again later. There's only so many corpses to work with after all, and I never left any behind." He explained as the humans started to explain Transformation and Evolution to Ardur.

While they walked and talked Asura kept trying to 'see' spirits. Was it tied to one of the classic five senses? Or did he need that special sixth sense? When they arrived the state of the cavern mouth was different. Splinters, fucked up trees, blood trails, tufts of fur and such. Asura acted like a steam cleaner, going along the blood trails and sucking it all up since it was still fairly fresh. No point wasting nutrients and fluids!

Zieglar gave Trent a pep talk and a little god guide you, Asura looked at the pair. Trent went about making a plan of how they should travel in the cave. "We need a torch. It's fucking dark in there and the vent holes in the ceiling are plugged up." He stated while holding out one of numerous pseudopods. "I can hold it and everyone else can keep their hands free since I technically have more 'hands'." He continued, each pseudopod developing a basic three digit hand appearance.


[System]
Age: 19
Crest: Friendship
Appearance:
Bio: If anyone could embody the number Two, it would be Carter
Carter was born to an american military family, the middle child between two daughters. While him being the only son would make him stand out, it did little to help him stand out among the three. He wasn't the smartest, nor physically gifted. He was quick to find out that he could gain attention by changing himself to suit people's needs, making as many friends as possible to fill in in that emotional hole in his heart.
Growing up, Carter was just shy of everything. As he grew, he found that his life was still hollow. He valued some of those friends more than others, creating a divide between the real friends and the supplementary ones. He couldn't replace emotional connections with many faces. Graduating, Carter had nowhere to go, but he didn't meet the requirements to follow in his parent's foot steps. He took whatever odd jobs were available to him, but always gravitated towards the skies. He wanted to fly, to soar at intense speeds. If he could just take one thing for himself, it would be to be a pilot, but Carter always knew better than to hope too much one something.
Personality:After spending his teenage years molding himself this way and that to make as many friends as possible, Carter knows a thing or two about people and how they work. While its certainly true that he learned his lesson about manipulation and change, all of that time dedicated towards being a jack of all trades has certainly left a mark on him. He's an optimist, always hoping for the best even though he rarely gets his way. If someone is happy, he's happy, and he's okay with that.

Name: Chip

Personality: Chip, despite his small size and easygoing nature, yearns for battle with a partner who shares his view. Carter might not have been the best candidate, but they get along much better than a person who would better fit what Chip considers Ideal. Fight the good fight, but enjoy a good snack and a long rest when you're not on the field. While Carter is busy making friends with every other branch on a tree, Chip consider's himself more a thinker's Digimon, assessing the problems ahead and trying his best to work them out without having to sacrifice a potential fight. He gathers and picks up much of what passes before his eyes, and rarely forgets things, no matter how useless the information is. Maybe he just wants to crush some stuff sometimes. You just gotta let it happen or suffer a grumpy Plush-like Rookie Digimon.

Stage- Baby
Species: Zerimon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Acid bubbles

Stage- In-Training
Species: Gummymon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Double Bubble

Stage- Rookie
Species: Terriermon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Terrier Tornado

Stage- Champion
Species: Gargomon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Gargo Laser

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Rapidmon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Miracle Missile

Stage- Mega
Species: Black Saint Galgomon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Burst Shot
Other:

[User]
"I..." Carter was dumbfounded. Cigarettes? Condoms? What the ever loving fuck was going on? "Ok, ok. First off, Language. Please. For the love of god." Being raised among the military, Carter knew a couple things about a few swears here and there, but all of that was put away when he was around his parents. Even now he still tried not to curse in front of people, despite the fact that it was all too easy to slip into that sort of language. "We need to find out what's going on. Smoke if you want, but nobody's using those condoms. We don't have time for that." Maybe it was something inside Carter that was naturally against the thought of sex. Maybe it was his own previous experiences that lead him to being somewhat adverse to it.

Some of these people looked around his age, some looked a little younger, and some looked really young. Carter didn't want to make any parents mad or see any judges, so it was best to try and keep things as clean as possible. Just for the sake of safety. He looked to each of them, moving his hands around to offer them a chance to speak. He certainly didn't have and ideas on where to start, but maybe one of them was a boy scout or something."Ideas, anyone?"

[Assistant]
Franky was clearly on the receiving end of some weird looks due to the infamous box of condoms. The worst offender being a girl whose face looked comfortable being upset. She looked like a goth to him, and she called herself Dorotea. His literal first time hearing that name. He wondered where she, or hell anyone else here was from. The first ones to speak sounded fairly western but as more of them spoke up the subtle hints of where they came from made this a sort of melting pot. Still dazed by what the hell was happening Franky still held the box in his hands, though he clinched it bending the paper wrapping. "Hey." He said lowly to her and her strange looks, a warning that she was steering down a wrong path in her idea of who he was. Though he sighed immediately afterwards, shrugging emphatically as if to show he was letting it go. Though this was for himself more than for her.@Loony

Z took the time to sit with his legs crossed. Clearly frustrated but meditating it out. He looked at the child Alex who spoke up. She sounded like a girl so he safely assumed it was. But the child body made it hard for him to tell either way. He felt truly unlucky now. It was not good to have kids around wondering what sex was in what might be a alien planet waiting to devour them. He didn't need to feel anymore anxiety. Speaking of anxiety I do have those cigarettes. I'm not a smoker but.. He began to reach for the pack but felt a shadow loom over him from another person who was in this group.

"Huh?" Not often does he come across a foreigner. Or at least one from upstanding Europe. Normally from south of the boarder and a lot less pale. "Oh uh nice to meet ya. Yeah it's Z to make it easier." He smiled at her. She seemed clean and her accent was kind of attractive. Definitely more classy sounding that the NY accent from the Bronx. He thought about the price while rubbing his chin hairs. "Euros? Nah you're good. Just tak'em." As he spoke he reached for them to hand to her. He felt nothing but grass and air as he touched where the pack was. She looked up to see the girl from earlier who addressed everyone taking the condoms and the cigarettes.

Franky couldn't help but shake his head at this girl. She was a fiery one and a trouble maker. A lot like the girls at his old inner city highschool. Best to ignore them and flow with it. That's how he got by their infuriating behavior and there was seldom chance things will change by arguing. They were only good for a few things and it was made more clear by the amount of pregnancies he saw. He thought this as he watched Biance's petite rump from behind as she walked away.

The other girl Dorotea began giggling uncontrollably and making passing jokes. It didn't infect him with laughter instead he looked to the east of their location and sighed placing his hands on his hips as he lifted to his feet. Standing taller than the two girls now he looked down at them but briefly before scratching his head. He felt at a loss of what to do. When asked by Carter if anyone had ideas he could only shake his head. "Just what kind of fucking day is this turning out to be...?"

[User]
Aaric had remained as stiff as glass, his face still tinted with red. As he shifted his eyes around, he realized that nobody had paid attention to him. Relieved, Aaric's body became flexible once again, allowing his head to rest upon his shoulders and his blood to settle down.

 "What was I thinking? I've never done that to complete strangers!" A moment of contemplation of his recent actions was taken. Slowly, his focus began to shift towards the conversations being thrown around in the group, but upon hearing subject, Aaric immediately placed the simple ideas of those things into a mental box labelled "forbidden fruits." His blinds were immediately closed and his doors were locked, Aaric withdrew within himself, applying himself to observe the scenery over rather than listening to the offensive conversation.

 Aaric looked up into the pale blue noon sky. Aaric found it quite refreshing despite having fallen down to the earth. Aaric continued to stare at the sky. Then he squinted his eyes and cocked his head closer towards it. The heavenly being that always watches over the earth was absent. Mystified, Aaric began walking around the clearing in a circle, looking in multiple angles. The sun was still absent. In order to clear his confusion, Aaric began his ascent up a tree. It was a clumsy climb, but he was invested into it and his curtains open to discovery of knowledge. Higher and higher, he climbed, pushing through the branches, twigs, and leaves, eventually popping his head out into the open canopy. The same gentle breeze that moved the clouds brushed against his face. Refreshing after a cramped and stuffy climb.

 Aaric refocused himself. He perused the open horizons, confirming that indeed, the sun had vanished. This caused Aaric's eyebrows to furrow. Aaric then looked down into the clearing. He could see everyone from his vantage point. There was some commotion down at the bottom, but he couldn't care less about what was going down there. His setting was much more important. Aaric continued to stare down at the clearing, observing the beige, compacted earth present everywhere on the ground. He suddenly noticed a feature of the ground; it appeared to be printed with very light wirelike engravings. It was now the ground that called Aaric. Aaric began his descent from the canopy through the leaves, making a similarly clumsy movement down the trunk. Immediately after touching the ground, he scrutinized the ground to ensure that his observation was correct. There was no doubt that the ground had etchings, and in fact, the wires were on nearly everything. The trees, the leaves, and the flowers, perhaps the sky were ladened with wired impressions.

 Aaric's eyebrows furrowed. His mind began to leaf through his mental library, gathering and connecting all the relevant information he had in his expansive collection. All outrageous and even unlikely possibilities were immediately discarded, but however, informational voids halted this progress. His mind combed through the data once again, only to have the true realization pass underneath his nose once again. He could smell it, but he could not see it. The fact that this truth had eluded Aaric incurred a juvenile frustration inside of him.

  A person's voice requested, cutting through Aaric's thought process. Aaric wasn't too keen on sharing his knowledge with others. However, with the gap in his knowledge, Aaric was a little bit more inclined to do so. However, he wouldn't do it with those unconcerned hooligans but with the person who actually cares about the situation. Aaric meandered towards the the militarily dressed man.

 "Hey" Aaric said, catching the attention of the military man. "I have not the slightest idea where we are." Aaric said calmly as he finished walking towards person. Whenever it came to business and information, Aaric could manage talking with people. "However, I did make a few observations that might help us indicate where we are. I've noticed that…" From there, Aaric recounted only his observations he had made.

[Assistant]
Biance simply smiled and took it all in. She didn't expect the kid to get it, but Elizabeth was being a bit too dismissive, or dense, maybe. Her remark about "a sexually repressed frigid prude" brought a dry chuckle from the girl's lips, as she twisted slightly. With her bag held over her shoulder, she leveled her gaze back towards the two girls and Franky.
 "Nothing wrong with being prepared," she retorted, then moved in, crouching until she was eye level with the younger red-head, who all things considered, just looked a year or two younger than her, "They usually buy me dinner sweetheart," she added, her voice wading in sickly saccharin, the tone somewhere between sarcastic and pandering, "and then, I get paid."
 Standing straight once more, she indicated the seated Franky with her eyes, whose gaze at her body had not gone unnoticed.
 "This guy gets it," she fired back, with some allure woven into her voice.
 She then turned to Carter, walking up to him with only mildly veiled annoyance. At this point, Biance didn't notice the younger boy scamper off into the tree line, nor had she seen him looking to the sky. Carter, however- he was exactly what she thought. Definitely a military brat, and the worst kind too- he was stuck up. Or so it seemed. He needed to not take things so seriously, whatever the case.
 "As far as I can see, Boyscout, we have all the time in the world. However we got here, we're here. We're not dead at least," she retorted, for a moment becoming distracted as she could swear the bases of the tree trunks looked like wall sockets, "Why not make the best of it?"
 Biance's thoughts then turned inward. There was safety in numbers. And no one here really looked dangerous- or at least like Biance couldn't handle them, except maybe Haruka. That one was like a bear with a flower crown. That, and now she had some patsies in case things turned sideways. It was about then when the younger boy approached Carter, and Biance drifted away once again. Her train of thought had downed out anyone else's words, but now she was more receptive. Out of some paranoid need, Biance did a quick headcount. Eight. Still Eight. A slight rustle in the bushes, then, was brushed off (no pun intended) as simply the wind.

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Boyscout. Ha. Very funny. Cater let out a dry, singular "Ha." in the direction of Biance. There was something in her voice, the way she spoke to provoke them all that shot Carter's mind back to yesteryear. Maybe he could have been a little more Like Z in terms of treatment of Biance had he not been so fucked up in the past. In a sense, he wanted that normalcy, but there was no escaping this feeling. "Maybe I can pay you to keep your clothes on." He turned away from her with a ghost of a smile and devoted some attention to one of the figures he had barely registered. At least someone was taking initiative, getting a lay of the land and figuring out what was where, and where they were.

He crouched down low and dragged his fingers across the earth below, if it could even be called that. Everything was marked with these strange lines, lining up almost perfectly with everything else. Natural or not, Carter had never seen anything like this before. Everything looked to desolate, yet to perfect and pristine like a little diorama.

Rustle.

Cartner's head snapped towards the sound and stared down the bush the seemed to move in the wind. He didn't like this. He didn't know where he was or why he was there or what else could be lurking in the unseen. He stuck a finger in his mouth, wetting it before holding it above his head. He wanted to test the winds, make sure that it was just wind before he jumped to any conclusions.


[System]
Servant Caster
Master: ???
Identity: Tamamo No Mae
Gender: Female

Appearance: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/File:Caster_(F..

Alignment: Neutral Evil
Personality: A bright, cheerful young fox girl. Searching for love every time she's summoned, she only responds to those who have good intentions. Puts on a brave face detract from her own loneliness. Due to having the perspective of a divine being at one point, she is apathetic to killing.

History: [irl]typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Playable_Caste..

Weapon: Eightfold Blessing of Amaterasu. Spell Tags.

Strength: E
Endurance: E
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: D

Class Skills:
Item Creation -:
The skill to manufacture magical items. Rather than made, her tags are formed; therefore this skill is sealed.

Territory Creation: C
The ability to create an area to facilitate magecraft. Due to issues with her personality, Caster struggles to make a standard workshop for charms and accessories.

Personal Skills:
Witchcraft EX:
The Dakini heavenly methods. It includes methods to discern one's time of death and secret arts to obtain influence, such as methods to attain status and fortune (for men) and methods to gain the favor of influential individuals (for women). By lamenting harshly learning from experience in the past, Tamamo-no-Mae does not feel like making much use of this.

Shapeshift A:
Refers to both borrowing bodies and appearance change. A method used by the millenary spirits of foxes and badgers of China that are put on par with Tamamo-no-Mae. A method used by Daji of the Shang Zhou Revolutionary Period (see Fengshen Yanyi), but Tamamo-no-Mae does not feel like making much of an use of this due a trauma of the past.

Noble Phantasm:
Title: Eightfold Blessing of Amaterasu on the Weight Stone under the Sunlit Waterfall
Rank: D (EX)
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 3 – 30
Targets: 100

Description: A mirror worn by Tamamo no Mae. Because of a curse, it is a bounded field which isolates one in the Land of the Dead. Inside this bounded field all mystical power uses' cost is zero. Because the spiritual rank of the person has dropped, the rank also dropped. Originally EX rank Anti-World. The EX ability's scope is able to cover one country.

The Eightfold Blessing of Amaterasu is a mirror that Tamamo-no-Mae wears on her body. It is the temporarily released form of the Tamamo Shizu Ishi a sacred regalia among sacred regalia, which was enshrined at Izumo after being brought from heaven by "Takehinateru-no Mikoto." According to the descriptions of the Nihon Shoki, it was taken from Izumo at the order of the Imperial Court and then later enshrined at Kawachi. It possibly later came to be known as the Yata no Kagami, the divine repository of Amaterasu, and it is thought to be the prototype of the Tokusa-no-Kandakara of the Mononobe clan, which holds the power to revitalize souls and life-force.

The mirror levitates around Caster in battle, which she uses it to hit enemies in close combat.

[User]
Wes Downgate

Wes felt her press up against him as she hugged him.

Huge...

"Y-Yeah, I'll do that. If you need anything, just let me know," he said, trying to hold it together through how flustered her... cuddliness made him. When he expected relationship difficulties with his Servant, he didn't mean something ridiculous like this!

Then Tamamo left, diving into the water instead of just turning to Spirit Form and flying (or whatever it is spirits did).

Good thing I didn't give her my wallet, he thought. ... Oh shit I didn't give her my wallet.

Wes sighed, resting his head on the table. It had only been a few hours since he'd arrived in Fuyuki and somehow it felt like days. So much had happened so fast after he summoned Tamamo. And he guessed... he guessed he had a new girlfriend.

Again, not the kind of relationship he had in mind when he'd spoken of Servants.

Still though. The idea of that level of commitment was scary, especially when it came at you so quickly, but he guessed he shouldn't be complaining. It's not like he had any objections to the idea in principle. As a Heroic Spirit, Tamamo was far better than any girl Wes could hope to find normally, in more ways than one. She had the looks, talent, and power befitting her legendary image, and to be entirely honest, Wes had never been able to see himself finding a girlfriend amongst the kind of crowds he usually hung out with anyway. He was short, had no talent, and his prospects were... severely limited with the kind of life choices he'd made.

So in that regard, Wes thought that perhaps he should be grateful. No, in fact, he was grateful. Someone had finally been willing to give him a chance. Knowing nothing about him, she'd decided to trust and try to love him unconditionally. No one had ever done that for him before, not even his father.

Thinking back to how she'd reacted when he said he'd give her a chance, he supposed that made both of them more alike than he'd originally thought. They were both looking for someone. Maybe in each other they'd find it, with a little hard work and elbow grease.

His spirits and exhaustion lifted somewhat, Wes went back to work messing with his "doohickies" (as Tamamo had put it). First before all that was surviving the Holy Grail War. Then he could contemplate his future with Tamamo all he wanted. Emotion was good, but right now, strategy reigned supreme.

We will survive. Just as long as I have anything to say about it anyway...

[Assistant]
"Grrk!" Caster leapt in surprise as a woman had clearly gone against all convention and brazenly chosen to converse with her. "Curses. My safety amidst audacity has been dashed!"

She turned to address the bane of her ramshackle plan -Who would think a Caster would do something that bold?- and found reason to pause instead of breaking out into a bombastic tirade. The woman was clearly a foreigner, and at the bare minimum had an interest in the occult to call her a Kitsune of the phantasmal species. Caster felt safe in saying that she had just bumped into a magus.

A casual check of the bare back of her hands revealed that, whomever she was, the magus was no Master.

"Ara, you have seen through the ruse of the greatest Caster to bless the Holy Grail War. You surely possess eyes even a Tengu would be envious of." Platitudes said she crossed her arms comfortably beneath her buxom. Her face was oddly stern as she spoke. "You are well aware of the present situation, yet don't bear any mark of affiliation. It is A needlessly dangerous position for someone who has no investment in the current conflict to remain within Fuyuki, so you must have some desire for the Grail."

Caster's eyes shifted side to side in a conspiratorial manner before leaning forwards to whisper, "Are you perhaps looking for love on the battlefield?"

All pretense of seriousness was quickly discarded. Caster bounced on the balls of her feet as she was overcome by her own enthusiasm. "I could perhaps be of assistance if you were to help me with a little errand. My master requires Sake for celebration, but alas I failed to consider the currency to purchase it. Could you lend a Servant your time and coin? We would both be eternally indebted to you, most perceptive magus."

[User]
"Your challenge is to find us at the Fukishima Dai-Ichi power plant's second reactor building at this time tomorrow. I trust you will not be going back on your word- if the both of you do not arrive in time, or should you flee, I am afraid it is being your forfeit."

Rasputin strolled towards his car, gesturing for Lancer to follow. He chuckled- An ambush at the power plant was a foolproof plan, but Rasputin's plot was even more clever and devious than that! Yes, there would be no escaping from this fight alive, that was for sure. Not to mention, twenty-four hours was all he needed to put his most excellent and brilliant master plan into motion. Yes, everything did indeed appear to be coming up Rasputin! He winked at the opposing Master as he strolled by.

"До свидания, my competitors. Please do not be dying before our fated meeting. Oh, and a word of advice-", Rasputin looked over his shoulder at the Japanese, "-Allowing your Servant to speak for you is a sign of weakness. I would be suggesting dictating terms on your own next time- if there is a next time."

Rasputin got into his car and started it up, idling as he waited for Lancer to make his way over. It was nearly time for the great Rasputin to put his devious plan into motion.

@KoL

[Assistant]
With the drug, Assassin was swept away, back to the past, back to intoxicating highs. He was a bandit once more, feared, with no accursed Ilya Muromets around to stop him. He preyed on the wealthy, the merchants that traveled amidst trees of iron and steel that pierced the heavens. He was unstoppable, terrorizing and doing whatever he wished as buildings fell and armies shattered before the power that he could bring to bear. The people of this modern world had nothing that could stop someone like him, and soon he would have the glory that he rightfully deserved!

Perhaps his dreams were not as vivid or imaginative as the man next to him, but it wasn't as if Assassin had any reason for that. He was dead after all, and his dreams could only remain dreams. But in his mind he was the Brigand once more, and he held the world in terror and fear. Soon, soon he would be all that and more, and he would have his own glory, rather than simply being known as a foe that had been defeated by another!

At last he began to come down from the high he had been swept away on, returned after some indeterminate period to the real world and the hotel room that he had been summoned in. Well, not all that indeterminate. He could tell that his mana supply wasn't particularly smaller, so it couldn't have been all that long. Which was good. He wouldn't be able to prove himself in this war by sitting here while taking those strange substances.

Assassin looked over to his Master as the man spoke, apparently having recovered and now hungry after what they had just done. "It depends," he replied at last. 'Will you be telling me your name at some point, or should I creatively insult you in Russian instead?"

[User]
Lú Qiūyuè
Sunday - February 19, 2012

For the most part of the exchange, Qiūyuè remained quiet. With Archer's agreement to the "ceasefire" as he so aptly put it, some form of relief came to her expression - she still had much to learn about her servant and hadn't even given him her own name yet.
"Thank you for your faith." she promptly responded to Archer with his deceleration of trust in the group with a methodical bow. She was on her way back up when the servant mentioned his name, "Archer", which almost made her flinch; she stayed with her head bowed to hide her shifting expressions as she went on to give his name, "Andrew Jackson." It was one she was unfamiliar with, but it looked like she'd be checking the internet or visiting the library sometime soon.

When Shinobu stepped off towards her summoning cirlce, Qiūyuè dutifully followed, presumably alongside her servant. After nodding her affirmation to Shinobu when she introduced herself, Qiūyuè moved to speak:
"Lú Qiūyuè, on behalf of the Shaolin Monastery. It's a pleasure to meet you all." she speaks to introduce herself with an appropriate bow. She briefly contemplated how truthful she was with the meeting being a pleasure before deciding it was, considering she'd just got off with a temporary alliance.

She remained silent and reserved for a good deal of the remaining conversation. As it so happened she didn't speak Old French, but it was still of some vague concern to her regarding the servants identity; she quietly hoped they didn't know old french either. She spoke up at Baldwin's concluding prompt:
"One issue I'd like to raise. When you say 'I'm ready', Shinobu, are we moving as a group? Do we have something to do in mind?" she queries, half to figure out what's going on and half to establish some direction.

Alice@Moonman@Hantu Kongkek

[Assistant]
Caster was outwardly silent as she entered the taxi and rode with the magus to the liquor store. The ride was short and quiet until they arrived at a quaint little liquor store and exited the vehicle. She would accept the offered money from Seyrun and purchase a good bottle of sake before joining Seryun out front.

"I must thank you for your assistance this day, honored Magus. It would reflect poorly upon my wifely skills if I had failed in this task, you see." Caster addressed Seyrun with a courteous bow before plastering on a bubbly smile. "Perhaps you'd let me return the favor? My Master and I could be of assistance in your investigation of the cities ley lines. You may not have a public interest in the Grail War itself, but surely other Masters and Servants will have an interest in securing the ley lines for their own interests, and would not be as discerning between Master and Magi as I am." She jiggled the bottle of alcohol, letting the sounds of sloshing sake ring between them. "Care to join us for an alliance over drinks?"

Bubbly personality or not, she was still a courtesan of the imperial court, and one does not last long there without some skill outside of the carnal arts.

Reaching out for the link between Master and Servant, Tamamo initiated mental contact with Wes. Master, I may have found us a potential ally for the course of the war in the form of a supposedly unaffiliated magus. Very clever girl, would have been proud to call her my rival in love if I hadn't already captured your heart! She mentally tittered. We shall likely be returning shortly, so it would be good to pull the boat to shore...unless you really want to see me wet.


[System]
Species: Growlithe
Gender: Male
Moves:
-Bite
-Roar
-Ember
-Howl

Bio: Dexter was born and raised in Frigid Peak, a small town far to the north of Allure. There was snow on the ground year-round, which made it nearly impossible to grow crops. It was a fairly successful mining town, which was a good thing, since trade was very important to keep it going. Without the ability to grow their own food, they had to constantly import food from the south. Trade caravans heading along the long, winding road that lead to the town weren't an uncommon sight.

 Dexter was the oldest of 8 pups, and as a result, was also the biggest and strongest. He would constantly pick on his younger siblings, as well as other Pokemon that happened to be smaller than him. He had several friends that would help him bully other Pokemon. Sometimes they would do harmless things, such as exploring the town's outskirts. Most of the time, though, they were up to no good. Dexter and his gang of troublemakers soon gained a bad reputation among the townsfolk.

 Eventually, the townsfolk, and even Dexter's own family got tired of him and his group causing trouble. They were all cast out of Frigid Peak, and it was made very clear that they wouldn't be allowed to come back. Dexter and his group wanted to get back at the people who had banished them from their hometown, but at the moment there was nothing they could do. Just when they were ready to give up, they stumbled upon something amazing.

 There was an abandoned outpost not too far from Frigid Peak that had a worn-out trading caravan parked nearby. Okay, it may not have been that amazing, but it gave Dex an idea. If the residents of Frigid Peak were going to treat them like bandits, then they were going to be bandits. There were plenty of supplies left at the outpost that allowed them to fix it up. They then set off in search of one of the caravans on the road to Frigid Peak.

 Their first raid was easy. There was normally nothing in the area that posed a threat, so they caught the driver completely off guard. They managed to get away with all of the supplies that the townspeople were trading. It was filled with all kinds of gemstones and ores, which they managed to sell on the black market.

 After they'd raided several more caravans, some filled with ores from the mines, and some filled with supplies that the townspeople needed, the traders were beginning to get smart. They brought bodyguards with them to fend off the Dexter's bandits, and sometimes took a different path up the mountain. There were also guild members coming after them. This made things a lot more difficult, but they managed to avoid getting caught, and most of their raids were still successful.

 Everything changed, however, when a team of guild members found the outpost that Dex's group was using as their headquarters. They waited until night to attack, and ended up catching the group of bandits completely off guard. They put up a fight, but most of them ended up getting arrested that night, including Dexter. The group of bandits disbanded after that. Dexter never saw any of them again.

 He spent several years in prison after that. He constantly got into fights, one of which resulted in a scar on his chest. The guards were douchebags. He was confined to a cell most of the time. Needless to say, he hated it there. He was forced to sit behind the bars of his cell, waiting for freedom. After what felt like decades, he was finally released.

Appearance: Dexter's fur is a lot thicker than normal due to the climate he was raised in. He also has a large scar across his chest, but it's mostly covered by his fur.
Differences: He has Howl, which he inherited from his Mightyena father.

[User]
As Celes moved forwards, staying near Spruce, she felt that they were fallowed. She looked back, seeing the eevee from earlier, saddened, tears in it's eyes. Celes looked at it and sighed. It moved forwards.
"I... I just don't know anymore... I... I am sorry. I just don't understand what is happening now..." he then says, before Celes let out a slight sight.
"Just let us go on in our way and go back with your parents." she then says, before seeing the eevee cry a bit more at the mention of parents.
"I... I don't have any parents... I was left alone all this time...." it then said. Celes looked at it saddened a bit. All alone.... no wonder he would be affected easily by a lie like that. She though about it more. Her parent had some explanations to give her, that she knew about the whole powers she have, but this little guy would not be able to survive if he went on for too long. She lean down next to it.
"I think I could ask my parents to take care of you if you want.... if you come to my world." she then says to him. The eevee looked at her, a slight spark in his eyes.
"Really?!" he says. Celes nod's.
"After we get what we were going to get here, I will bring you to my parents.... I need to visit them anyway and I could try to get them to adopt you." she says. The eevee smiles and then yip a bit.
"Thank you!" he says before Celes turns around, seeing Spruce had move forwards without her. Well... that was quick.... no waiting... She sighed as she sees the sneazle, the numel and the pidgeotto. She quickly rushed forwards and then used swift towards the bird, hitting him straight on.
"Hey! Instead of calling him a traitor maybe you should think a bit by yourselves of the situation! Giratina was tricked, but it seemed you guys are too blind to see it!" she then says, a new anger in her eyes as she stand tall, full of energy, only wanting to strike those guys down now. She had her chains formed right now, ready to strike those that came to close.

[Assistant]
-William-
"Hey, good idea," I say, not paying attention to her choosing the black gummi. I run in and grab my journal and climb up the ladder, saying "You guys can stay here," as I go out into Treasure Town, and cross the limits and go into Allure Town. I walk to my parent's house, and transform into a Kecleon. I walk in, and look around. "Mum? Dad?" I ask, peeking around a corner. They were just barely about to eat lunch. My parents were old now. Near the unfortunate and unstoppable force of death. My vision goes blurry for a second as I see some black mist flood into the room, but my parent's didn't seem to notice.*Are they truly that senile?*I thought as I see the black mist engulf them. My vision goes blurry again and I sit down, taking a few breaths and looking back up. My mother stood up to get me the soup she had made, her body shaking and quivering from her old and weakened state. I stand up and say "Oh, uh, mom, I can get it, just relax and enjoy my company," as I walk in and grab a bowl and pour some of the soup into said bowl. I go back to the table and begin eating, smiling at my parents. My dad, as usual, was crotchety and grumpy. He smiled for a second before continuing to grumble about his body. "So, I have some news..." I say. "Um... I got a new job," I say, first. "Oh, how'd you get fired from your old one?" my dad asks. I cough, and say "My boss fired me for asking him not to yell at me and publicly embarrass me," and then mom says "I never liked that old zoroark. Money hog, he is..." and I say "It's at the guild. I rescue people and help them find lost things. It's great, I got this whole team of people helping me with the job and they're all friendly." As I took a few sips of the soup, my dad asks "So, have you found a girl yet?" and I shake my head. He has a mighty sigh and says "So I guess I'll die before I get to see any of my grandchildren," and I was offended by this. "There aren't that many kecleon gals out there," I say, and then he soon gets in a fight with me about children and such. I put my bowl away, and change back into a smeargle. "Imposter! You're not my son!!" my father exclaims. I toss the book towards him, and pissed off, I leave, stubbing my toe on the way out and making it worse.

"Just forget them and let them die! They don't care about you, they care about themselves, the selfish arses!" a mysterious voice says. "Yeah..." I grumble, and someone bumps into me. "Watch it!" the pokemon says. "You watch where you're going!" I yell, and then the blaziken turns around. "What did you just say to me you punk?" he asks. I get up in his face and say "I said watch where you're going!" and he pushes me. I push him back and he says "I'll give you a five minute head-start, start running," and I see him make flames kick up from his arms. I realize what I had just done and bolt away, taking five minutes to get back to treasure town. In less than one he's already caught up to me and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. I kick around and try to get him to release me. "I'm not letting you go until you say sorry," he says. I say "Sorry!" many times before he suddenly drops me, making me fall on my face. I stand up and run off again, going into the guild. I go down the ladder and sit down. "Ugh... what a day," I grumble.

[User]
Three symbols appeared in front of them - a red fist, a blue eye, and an orange flame. The symbols flew into the door, opening it. Anthony went in, and found a note, as well as a torch.
"What does it say, Anthony?" Josh asked.
The moment he and Matt entered the cave, the door closed behind them. It was completely dark now. Unless they could get that torch lit, there was no way they would be able to read that note.
"Now, where's that torch?" Matt said. He felt along the wall for a moment. "Ah! There it is."
Matt then picked up two stones, and began hitting them together, creating sparks as he did so. This went on for several minutes, but nothing was happening.
"We may have to try another method." He said. "This is not a normal torch. It may be another one of the temple's puzzles. The answer might have been written on that note, but since we can't read it, we'll have to figure this one out ourselves."

Matt thought about it for a moment, mumbling to himself. after several minutes, it seemed like he'd figured something out.
"I think I've got it!" He said. "This may or may not work, but we might as well try. Now, Josh, I need to shoot a stream of water directly in front of you."
"It won't burn if you get it wet."
"Like I said, this isn't a normal torch. Just trust me."
Josh did as Matt said, but ended up completely missing the torch.
"A little to the left, I think."
Josh adjusted his aim a little and tried again. This time, he could tell that he hit the torch.