[System]
Quote: "Next time I see Cold, he won't have his boys with him..."

Theme Song: NIN - Everyday is Exactly the Same
Alias: the Red Ghost

Age: 27

Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car...

Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor.

Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score.

Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit.

Biggest Claim[s] to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire [of Fire & Ice], and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon.

How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting.

Brief History:

Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!"

Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25.

~KL~

[User]
"What do you want us to do, Terminator?" Red Ghost joked at Daz from behind his cover as the nerd took a long pause before asking...

"Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"

"I can scout ahead in ghost mode, or try and go tangible once I'm passing through this machine man. Try and damage his circuits maybe? It works on people, but I've never done it to a machine..." Red Ghost continued.

As Team 1 stayed pinned down under fire from the blue humanoid robot, Team 2 was in the central lab/lobby with the techno organism going in and out of stealth mode similar to the Predator aliens in popular action films. Upon getting blasted by the pink skinned alien's acidic attacks, the creature made quick work of the little girl with horns. When the beast seemingly swallowed the girl whole Waller pushed a button on a computer in front of her from back at HQ that detonated the criminal.

There was now a couch sized hole in the techno organism's chest. Before the creature had time to regenerate using local debris as raw materials the team needed to act fast and give it everything they had. Even Team 1 could hear the explosion, roughly fifty yards away and in a stairwell leading underground...

~KL~

[Assistant] Snip

[User]
Vigilante had looked to waller as she handed out the assignments with 'you have got to be kidding me' look. But he said nothing as he took the dissoers on his group into the hellicopet and began to brainstorm how to put them to best use... And then shark happened.

The entered the facility with no trouble...suspiciously no trouble. No security, no scientists, no secretary.

"Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."

"You ever read Isac Assimov? 'Ghost in the machine' and all that? You might like him, but most robots I've fought tend to shoot, shoot, keep shooting, and stop only to reload. Speaking of..."

The machine came into view and got blasted by one of theirs, before he could call off a tactic, she was swallowed whole and then exploded.
Boom.
It was wounded and reeling and ready to kill or be killed, no need for mercy as he aimed for the inside of the gaping wound and started with the explosive grenade from each pistol. Nothing fancy, just two shots aimed for the vulnerable innards already weakened by the previous explosion.
Boom-Boom.
Next came the Rip rounds; it was a hollowpoint on steroids that after entering the enemy would tear apart from the force of the impact inside the victim and send the shards every which way to cause six different channels of internal damage per bullet. He was firing six rounds into the weakened creature so hopefully three explosions and thirty six channels torn through its internalstructure would soften it up for someone else to finish the job.

[Assistant]
...and someone else did. The helicopter sent in to evac the group was outside, most of the ARGUS agents had already exited the surrounding areas around the lab as well. It was loud. Between the techno organism roaring in pain, the helicopters, explosions, it was hard for anybody to really hear anything.

Five minutes earlier...

Between the phasing attacks of Red Ghost and the pinpoint accuracy of 'Ed' and Daz, the blue humanoid defense robot didn't stand a chance. Once Team 1 had reached the panic room, Cecil cracked the security system to get the Professor and his son Ted out in one piece. With Daz calling the shots Team 1 beat Team 2 to the extraction point. The Red Ghost just kinda floated, Ed and Cecil were both out of breath, and Daz just looked even more like the Terminator with small cuts and bruises as visible as her cybernetics from coming into close quarters combat with the blue defense android developed by Kord. King Shark and Vigilante both got word from Waller to make it to the extraction zone, the two of them were both now players in a much larger game that Waller was involved in. She didn't want to lose either, but she didn't mind losing an alien or random metahuman criminal once in awhile.

"Holy **** what a rush!" Ghost exclaimed looking around at his teammates, and the two people they were sent in to rescue. There were maybe four other agents of ARGUS on the transport as well, presumably to keep the team in check. The giant shark man scared the fourteen year old Ted Kord who just cowered behind his father. Nobody knew what happened next. Was the team to be locked up again until needed, would they ever find out why and how the Prof. knew Waller enough to call her? Time might tell sooner or later, but some of the members of Task Force X would likely be dead before finding out the answers to some of the questions.

"Thank you. Thank you all..." Prof. Kord said to everyone on board.

In the distance behind them, a fighter plane could be seen dropping two bombs on the lab that were sure to level it and anything left of the creature. The team survived their first mission. How long will each of them survive from here on out?

~KL~

[User]
Mission 002 wasn't far from HQ this time around. The underground laboratory where there was the threat of some half baked Super-clones was in St. Roch, Louisiana. Several inmates and agents of the government returned for the second mission. Daz, the cybernetic field leader, was among them as well as her right hand the aquatic King Shark. The inmates going back into the field included Red Ghost, Lady Nightmare, the crackshot calling himself 'Ed', and the new guy who's got an enchanted sword who goes by Blade. There's also another new recruit who's got four arms and a seemingly 'magic' guitar. Waller chose a team better equipped for this mission. A super smart guy like Cecil would be killed in seconds if sent into the field for this one. This was clearly a mission for the more physically dominant metahumans, or the ones with powers or weapons forged in the supernatural. Lady Nightmare could probably give the real Superman a run for his money, it was going to be entertaining watching her face off against these clones. Ed was well on his way to becoming the next Deadshot. The two new guys had a lot to prove to the rest of the team. And Ghost seemed to be coming out of his shell a bit...

"So... Superman clones only half cooked but with enough power to level a city... sounds like a Tuesday. IS it Tuesday?" the Red Ghost asked in a monotone voice to nobody in particular, as if finally lightening up a bit.

"Drop off is in five minutes people!" yelled the pilot of the plane, "There's nobody in the club this time of week, entry into the lab beneath it should come easy unless you **** something up!" he continued yelling back to the group.

Red Ghost eyeballed the new guy with the bladed weapons. He wasn't sure if the guy could be trusted or not. Then Stevens looked over at the shark man, who could probably eat half the team within minutes. Marcus definitely wanted to stay on that thing's good side. Secretly Ghost was crushing on the Terminator-like woman, Daz. Something about short hair on a woman that just did it for him.

~KL~

[Assistant]
Johnny popped his neck, his back, his ams, and his hands, then his neck again, his wrists, his back again... In fact, it seemed he could either pop any join on purpose or else he was really good at being irritating. Who's to say? He stood up and shook it off before standing up with his hands in ready position and breathed out a thick black smoke that pooled in his ams like milk in a glass of watter until his lady was fully formed between his fingers.

"Five minutes? St, Roche? Supermen? Cool. I hoped for Solomon Grundy...Ah well."

"Now when I was just a little boy, standin' to my Daddy's knee.
My Poppa said 'son don't let the man get you, do what he done to me'

I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.

Wish I was back on the bayou, rollin' with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin' I were a freight train, oh, just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans.

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.

I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there,
Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the bayouBorn on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou."

As he sang, his music began to have a subtle effect, more than just the usual head bobboing, it actually started to synchronise those that could hear it, bringing pulses to a similar rhythm with breathing. He fell into his gift of lead musician to try and get everyone on the same page.

[User]
The four armed man played his tune and the group closed in on the location. Red Ghost was a fan of CCR, so he didn't mind the music. The metahuman actually sounded like John Fogerty himself. Ghost could tell some of the others didn't pay much attention. This time the group looked dressed more in civilian clothes, since on the off chance somebody was to see something up top the identities of the inmates wouldn't be compromised. Jammers stopped most mobile phones, tv's, computers, etc from working within a two block radius. The ARGUS chopper landed on the roof of the 4 story club on the outskirts of St. Roch. Marcus was wearing a black Led Zeppelin shirt with the famous Icarus graphic, ripped jeans, and a red unzipped hoodie. He hadn't shaved in a few days and he looked a little more hardened without his mask.

The team went in tactically with two more ARGUS agents, as well as another face in the Knight Cat. Marcus floated half intangible until they got to the security doors.

"Thank God these haven't been breached yet. That means these half bred monsters are as dumb as they are ugly..." said one of the guards cracking the lock and opening the first locked door of three.

Several minutes and flights of stairs later the group had made it to the final door roughly half a mile below the club's basement level.

"We ever gonna see these ugly bastards or...?" Ghost started to ask.

The ARGUS agent opened the last entrance that looked like something out of Star Wars. In a large lobby like room of a lab with several smaller labs branching outward like a shopping mall four half cooked Bizarro like Superman clones were bumbling around in bright white solar suits with the pentagon shape of Superman thought not his S on their chests. One of them appeared to be female.

"Glad to know these idiot scientist are politically correct..." said one of the agents before being fried by the female's heat vision.

~KL~


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 21

Race: Boring ass human

Gender: Male

Backstory: Arthur has lived in Fireside all his life. Ever since he was young, he's been trying to attract women... and has always fallen short of success. He's tried sports, music, poetry, etc. and has never actually been able to pick up anyone of the opposite gender.

Aspirations or Desires: To score tons of chicks.

Skills prior to adventuring: Mediocre skill at lute, thinks he can write poetry, and somewhat good at dodging and throwing... dodge balls.

Personality: Arthur is an extreme optimist. If he ever gets sad or angry, just wait about ten seconds and he should be back to his usual chipper mood.

[User] Arthur stood dumbstruck as now several others joined the bid. No. Why? It was going to be mine. He watched as a few surrounding merchants joined the bid, before a strange hand-like creature joined in with his pot and stick. A woman joined in with ten coins, almost making Arthur laugh. As if ten measly coins could contend with a pot and stick that magnificent. He gave a defeated sigh and looked down at the lute in his hands, then he looked back up at the merchant. No, not unless there's no other choice. Arthur grabbed his coin purse and held it up for all to see. "23 gold coins!" he shouted. It was all the money he had. If this wasn't enough then he'd have only one other choice.

[Assistant]
Just like that she was shut out of the bidding war. It seemed like she'd also opened the floodgates and been drowned. Even Vella and the little hand thing were joining in. Though Arthur had bet a ludicrous amount for a map that no one could confirm was genuine, she knew it was pointless. That pansy Amon had entered the contest and could outbid them all. Well, maybe.

She still had her pottery. If she was being honest, it was all worth about 30 gold. If she was being dishonest then it was worth 50. But like before, there was no way to know the map was genuine. No, she decided to shush and watch the proceedings.

[User]
Amon let out a bark of laughter as the war picked up, enjoying himself, the calm and apathetic demeanor gone to the wayside now that he was on a battlefield he had lived on since birth. He had seen the merchant eyeing the pot the little creature had offered, seeming genuinely interested. Ahhh apparently it's true, all that glitters isn't gold, especially in the eyes of what was at least an eccentric if not crazed man.

 Amon shook his head, trying to talk himself out of his next move. He didn't even know if this was the true map, hell he was even sure there was a true map. However each time he managed to talk himself out of it, he saw the faces of his family, the sneering,g of his brothers and sister as they tore apart the family name and business, his mother's voice saying it was to dangerous for such a sickly child, his father looking at him with disgust as all he saw was some diseased shell looking for a hand out. Those eyes he saw everyday, that contempt he felt even when his father was away on trips.
 He could feel a determination, a stubbornness welling up he was going to prove them wrong, he was going to be the face of the Shukal family, HE WAS GOING

"250 COINS"

To have to get out of town soon. Horror covered his face as he heard the what had just left his mouth. His brothers and sisters were going to kill him, and that was if he was lucky and his father didn't find out first.

[Assistant]
Rook

Rook gasped in awe as Amon placed his second bid, the absolutely exorbitant amount of money being bid being enough for the little guy to fall on his butt and say: "M-Mr. Shukal! Y-Y-You ca..."

Sketchy Merchant

The Merchant's eyes grew absolutely massive; he'd never expected someone would actually pay that much for that map,and he ESPECIALLY didn't expect the jump from that masterwork pot from the triple-handed man, to a small fortune. Holding the map up, he called out: GOING ONCE TO THE SNAKE MAN WITH NICE HAIR...GOING TWICE TO THE SNAKE MAN WITH NICE HAIR...

At this point, no one dared to try and outbid Amon. Most of the townsfolk thought he was either insane, or just foolish. Or he had the coin to burn and just wanted people to watch.

Back to Rook

Rook gulped as he stood back up, shakily poking Amon. "Y-You can't...i-i-it could be a fake! If the Master finds out, it'll be the end of you!" he said, legs trembling, ears trembling, arms trembling, fucking EVERYTHING ON HIM trembling.

[User] Argh stayed indifferent towards the large sum of money, his face still full of hope. The little creature didn't realize that there was likely nothing he could offer to out bid the snake but he still tried. In addition to his pot and stick he now offered up the measly sum of 3 coins, the pot, the stick and now his loin cloth which he held up to the merchant revealing absolutely nothing underneath oddly enough.

[Assistant]
Llhora Revinas

Llhora came back from her hunt with her three brothers as the group of hunters came back with Deer and Rabbits this morning to return to their father who would later later butcher the sell the meat. The misty, cool morning brought together a pleasant sense of relaxing and labor as the relaxing morning was slow and adequately paced for the hunt, perfect for Llhora and her brothers. But while passing through town, the men and women strangely attracted their attention towards the center part of the town near the marketplace of Fireside. Nobody in their right minds would normally be up this early, not with this many people. So after Llhora and her brothers dropped their hunt off for their father she followed the people who eventually led to where the commotion was gathered. She looked over yonder to see what exactly the fuss was about, climbing over several stacks of hay to see the marketplace and in the center a ragged merchant was holding a map for auction as buyers attempted to fix a reasonable price for the map.

As the crowed softly talked among themselves to arrange prices and Llhora couldn't help but feel entertained that so many people would exaggerate and spend so much effort and/or money just for one map. This however, this was not 'just one map', this was none other than a map which supposedly led to great treasures and that only so few have dared to travel this far according to the merchant. This particularly caught the attention of many aspiring adventurers who wanted both a taste of both adventure and what riches came with it. This is what singularly her attention too as she always dreamed of having an adventure beyond Fireside, the home she had always been attached to nearly all of her life. But how could she be so sure that the map is in fact as accurate as the merchant said it was? Was it even true and was there and treasure at all? Was it worth either the money or the risk? One person even offered a pot and a stick and Llhora soon thought of her options and waited to see what would happen among the buyers.

[User] Vella's eyes widened in shock at the latest bid. 250 coins?! That's outrageous, Vella thought. However, it was perhaps a great move to do, as it seemed that no one wanted to place a bid higher than that. Vella was fairly sure that the map wasn't even worth that much. Oh well, might as well see who else will contend, she thought as she took one step backward, continuing to watch. Perhaps something would happen, or the large bidder would win the map. Only time would tell.

[Assistant]
"Ek kan nie glo jy het dit gedoen ..."

That was the most shocking thing she'd ever seen. It was like two wagons crashing into each other full bore. She couldn't take her eyes off the carnage of someone ruining their life.

[User]
Sketchy Merchant

The merchant took a deep breath and proclaimed: "SOLD TO THE SNAKELY GENTLEMAN WITH THE NICE HAIR! YOU, SIR, ARE NOW THE PROUD OWNER OF THE MOST VALUABLE MAP IN ALL OF..." The odd little merchant stopped out of nowhere and just looked around for a moment, tapping his foot on the ground once, and then finishing with: "ALETHRION!"

Excitedly, the merchant waved the fragile map around frantically, as if he'd just found the bleeding golden ticket. Rapidly walking towards Amon, he held the map up proudly, and, when he went over to Amon, he raised his hand and...there was no longer a map in it.

Staring for a good long minute, the Merchant quickly turned his head to the side, the black blur of a man dashing through the crowds and holding HIS MAP! Rage filled the little hooded man's glowing eyes, the shade turning a burning scarlet as he picked up ROOK'S ENTIRE STAND and threw it in the general direction of the thief, leaving the Tuljin farmer stunned and afraid, clutching his little safety box. "M-My vegetables..."

"THIEF! SCOUNDREL! BANDIT, MARAUDER, MORE SYNONYMS!" the merchant screamed as he bolted through the crowd, pushing through many and knocking down a few as he went on his rampage, chasing after the black clad figure. "NO ONE DEPRIVES MY CUSTOMERS OF SERVICE!" he screamed as he threw the remnants of Rook's harvest at the rooftops the thief traveled along.

Rook

Rook was, in a word, speechless. In another, terrified. And, in a few more, absolutely fucking depressed over the loss of his stand. Sitting there sadly, he threw his cap to the ground and just looked at the remnants of his hard work strewn about the marketplace. Standing up, he walked over and started picking up the destroyed vegetables, while some of the townspeople went to call the guards about the thief...and the insane merchant.

After a moment of cleaning up, Rook looked at where the path of destruction lead and took a deep breath, before he worked up the courage to run, run to where the thief was going; To the Edge of Fireside Canyon. Maybe if he could get the map ...or...at least catch the thief, he could afford to rebuild his destroyed stand. Running as fast as his little legs could carry him, Rook soon passed up the merchant, who, in a fit of rage, threw him too. But at least he landed on a nice, soft, destroyed cabbage.

The Thief

Dashing from rooftop to rooftop, the rogue jumped and climbed over buildings, avoiding the various ammunition of the merchant. Clutching the map in his hand, he tucked it down his black leather tunic as he continued dashing, hood and mask covering his identity as the town guards started arriving, trying desperately to intercept the scoundrel.

[Assistant] Hargh stood in a posture of defeat when the map was sold to the snake man. He really wanted that map but alas he couldn't have the prestigious piece of paper. Then as the thief dashed away with the map, Hargh could only watch as the map left his grasps, likely forever. He began to help pick up pieces of the farmer's stand before chasing after the farmer as he chased the theif. Sadly Hargh wasn't very fast at all and couldn't keep up but he still followed from quite a ways away.

[User]
And that settled that. As she watched the thief making his escape, Arusi was fairly certain that Amon had been saved. No map meant no payment.

But... Everyone had seen what Amon had done. Hell, if she was his father she'd boot the young man out of the family at the first chance. Leave him in the street with the rats and the fools. He deserved it, he really did for shooting his mouth off without thinking.

She could see it all and she was just going to let it happen...

She was letting it happen.

/Uuuugh.../

"Hey Amon. Watch my stand. I'm going for the map."

With that she was off and running, scooping up Rook and Hargh along the way. Her longer strides could keep pace better and the extra weight didn't really bother her. Hauling all her pottery from here, to the kiln, and back again made her more than capable of keeping up in a long distance race.

"Rake I'm going to need you and... you... your friend to help me corner the thief when he gets to the canyon. You think you can do it?"

[Assistant]
Rook

Rook rose slowly from his landing place, rubbing his schnozz and sniffling. Landing straight down after being thrown hurt like a son of a gun, but he was at least durable enough to not have broken anything. Looking up just before Arusi picked him and Hargh up with no effort. Staring at her for a moment, Rook shook his head; it was never a good thing to have prejudices, but holy hell, beetle people were scary. At least to him. Then again, most things were. Looking over at the rooftops as Arusi ran, he said: "D-Do you think we can? He's so fast...a-and he's up there and the guards can't even get to him..."

Enraged Merchant

More shit was getting flung around like crazy as the Merchant kept going on his path of destruction, the deceptively strong midget fucking blitzing through everything. "NO ONE STEALS FROM A DUDUDUDUDUDU AND GETS AWAY WITH IT! I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GUTS AND SELL THEM FOR A BOX OF CORN!"

[User] Arthur saw as the snake man's map was suddenly taken by a very quick thief, and watched in amazement at the merchant selling the map's "little" tantrum. Wow, that really sucks. Glad I didn't buy that map now. The bard began to walk away when a sudden idea entered his head. Hey, ladies love heroes. Guys who save the day and all that. If I catch that guy, I'll be the talk of the town. Everybody will love me. And, just like that, Arthur took off running after the thief, quickly catching up to Rook, Hargh, and Arusi. "Hey there," he greeted. "Name's Arthur. Don't worry about this guy, I totally got 'em," Arthur said in a cocky voice before running full sprint toward the thief. The man with the stolen map had quite a head start though, and even Arthur wasn't completely sure he'd catch him before reaching the cliff.


[System]
~Solanne Luxone~

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Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound

Personality:  Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she'd jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren't doing her enough justice. Yeah, she's one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.

Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.

Just don't screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.

Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the "Crimson Hound" as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don't think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.

Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent's teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone's "big sister" at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.

Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound's attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.

Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.

Skills:

- Reasonable knowledge of the world's history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm

Imperial Arms:  A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne's default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.

Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.

Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames.

[User]
Solanne listened carefully to the sounds of the wind, eye arching in plain interest. She stood in the back of their merry training field of grass, willows, and trees, resting in a corner with her arms crossed. The people around these parts who she had come to call her comrades would know her as the infamous Crimson Hound; though depending on who you were, she was either a hero or a thief. Not that the labels ever mattered to her.

The pursuit of adventure and maybe a little cash had drawn her out of bed on this day and out into fresh air. Of course, she figured that adventuring could wait on a nice day like this. Besides, the rooms in their fun little base were much too dank for her tastes. Not to mention cramped. The next time someone "breathed" on her, she wouldn't hesitate to punch their lights out.

"No need to go around causing trouble," she told herself.

Odds were, the only ones that would talk to her at the moment would be Natsuo and Nako. And that was usually it, considering the lack of action going on right now. That's generally how these things tended to go, at least in her experience. Who knew? Maybe she'd actually find some excitement from this day after all.

So the redhead waited, closing her eyes and taking the time to crack her knuckles. Her mind wandered off to the old days with her old partner before they parted paths. The Crimson Hound and the Black Assassin. Now those were some fun times.

Still, one never knew what fate had in store for them all. With the rise of this Night Raid, simple thievery became the least of any village's worries. In a sense, Solanne supposed she was here on some grand journey for justice and self-fulfillment. To bring light and hope back into an ever fading world….

Solanne snorted at her own thoughts.

"Yeah right! I just want a free meal and some cash!"

[Assistant]
The sound of footsteps echoed on the corridors of the old monastery as Apophis once more made her way through them. Her heels clacked against the stone pavement in a quasi-rhythmic way as she looked around with her uncovered eye, while she liked her fingertips idly.

Eventually, she spotted the garden from one of the windows and noticed that some of her... companions were already gathered there. "I might as well go there too..." Apophis said to herself, just before she noticed a duo of guards commenting about her from behind a nearby corner.

"Do you... want to have some fun, mister? It might be your last, but I'll make it good." Apophis said as she closed her lips in a near kiss, after pinning one of the guards to the wall. The poor soul was almost relieving himself off in his armor, while his friend could do very little other than stare at Apophis is a catatonic daze, when she moved away from him, after getting so close to deliver her deadly kiss that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his mouth. "You shouldn't desire things that you can't touch, mister. That is, if you want survive on this world..." Apophis said as she licked her index and ran it through his torso and face, stopping just before reaching his mouth, just before letting him fall to the floor, unable to sustain his weight, since his knees were feeling like jelly.

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A few minutes later, Apophis would arrive at the garden and, after looking around, she decided to sneak behind Natsuo. "Hmm..., what's is that you're doing?" Apophis asked as she coiled around the tree and tried to peek at his book, while bringing their faces as close as it was safe to.

As she waited for a reply, Apophis looked around the people in the courtyard and commented "Certainly, this place is more lively than usual... I wonder what is going to happen?" while licking her fingers slowly.

[User] "Oh hey there Miss Apophis." Natsuo said with a kind smile though he wasn't really happy to see the woman he supposed it was about that time of day when he had to converse with his 'family'. "Nice weather huh? This book here is about a orphan who finds a new family only to have it stripped away from him by an evil duke. I'm reading it to get an idea on how an orphan who has been wronged may act. You know planning ahead for roles really helps with the process of tricking people." Natsuo said happily as he turned his head upward to look at the woman and put his hands behind his head. "As for the guys and gals around here? Well we got missions planned up. Xerxes is a bit interested in getting rid of some names while Esdeath's death squad is in shambles. Who else gives more of a damn about what we could do? Hell I bet the minister thinks those murders last week were Night Raid's doings...heh they never suspected that I wasn't a cadet. That guard captain hassling our contacts won't be a problem anymore. Too bad he didn't last too long...poor guy and his men...eh not really they were whoring bastards anyway." Natsuo said indifferently as he giggled. "Oh by the way you look pretty today. New lipstick or hair style or something?" Natsuo said as he giggled to himself childishly. He didn't really care what she looked like but that's what women liked to hear right? He was in a good mood. And why wouldn't he be? He was safe, he had a job coming up, and life kept on keeping on during a beautifully shiny day.

[Assistant]
"Ahh... so that is it. Sometimes, I wonder how it must feel to even have a family, in first place?" Apophis commented once she got a grasp on the book's contents. Indeed, the concept of family was completely alien to Apophis, to the point that couldn't understand why people got so attached to others just because of something like blood relations.

"Anyway, thank you, actually I got a new nail polish. I'm glad you think that my fingers are pretty..." The snake-like girl said as she bent down to stare at her, now laid down, companion. Truth be told, she could feel that he was lying by listening to his heartbeats. Even if the deviation was small, it was still there, but there was no reason for Apophis to turn down the free flattering, after all, just like Natsu said, girls enjoy this kind of thing, even if it's a lie.

"I hope the old man finishes what he's doing. I'm getting tired of having nothing to do but stare at these walls." Apophis said as she shuffled around and found a spot on the sun, right next to Solanne, to take a nap with her body coiled up like a rattlesnake.

[User]
"Huh? What aren't we family? Salvation has to stick together we're all we got until we finish our mission. Even if you don't I consider you all kin just as much as blood. Even if you're all creepy or grumpy except for Solanne, The Boss, and Nako." Natsuo said as he spoke truthfully to his senior member. It may seem childish but if you didn't trust you team how could you get anywhere? Sure it was nice to have caution but if all you held in your mind was distrust then you're doomed from the start. The world didn't look kindly on the paranoid.

"Anyways though you're welcome and I'm sorry that you're getting impatient. Just give The Boss credit: He never gives us a half assed mission." Natsuo said and when Apophis went away he turned backed to his book. He wondered if the woman actually even liked him at all or felt him to be a pain. No matter what though he was glad he still had friends in Nako and The Boss. The Boss liked his work ethic even if he found him in need of a lesson on how to kill people quicker. Natsuo liked to hurt people to make them understand what being hurt really was. The weak who hurt the weaker deserved to know pain. It was only natural they suffered in their last moment like they made the others suffer. And Nako....Nako was the closest thing he had to a aunt here. She was sweet, gentle, kind...and she had been with him since day one here in Salvation. A constant that he'd never forget. "So Augustus...let's see how you deal with the duke's visit..." Natsuo said as he turned the page in his book.

[Assistant]
Solanne raised an eye as she felt something soft rest near her side. She was about to verbally complain when she caught sight of just who decided to nap beside her. Her eyes twitched, the desire to reprimand the culprit slowly dying in resolve. How fun. The resident psycho with the snake and poison fetish had decided she was the best person to nap with.

"Er, Apophis? You know we're gonna get our mission soon, y'know? And I know it's a really, really nice day and all, but do you have to use me as a practical pillow?" Solanne asked, trying to shift away from the creepy girl. Honestly, the Crimson Hound had dealt with more than her share of people who weren't quite right in the head.

With a sigh, she crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back. Glancing at the sky, she said, "Speaking of which, shouldn't we be getting our missions soon anyway? Honestly, old Word Weaver sure likes to give us time to think to ourselves, y'know," using her nickname for the Boss.


[System]
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod

Race:
Shael, falcon

Gender:
Male

Age:
30

Additional Info
Personality:
 Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.

 He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.

Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.

Height:
4'2"

Weight:
80lbs

Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.

Class:
Dragoon

Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.

Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.

Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.

Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.

Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.

Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.

Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.

Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.

[User]
Erion looked at the lion as he frown and shake his head.
"Now you know what I didn't want to talk about it..."  he says to him, calming down soon, but still in a bad mood right now. He hated having to talk about all this, but calling him pathetic cause he didn't trust others... He shakes his head. Just then, Thorvald came back, although saying that he only found 2 people to help bring the creature back. He then asked if anything happened while he was gone. He stayed silent a bit.
"Just that we had a serious talk." he said, not wanting to get into detail right now. He really didn't want to talk about it much, and last thing he needed was more people knowing about his past. Never know when his dang parents might escape prison and hunt him down... he was the reason why they were caught anyway, after he found out about all this... with the help of his friend at least... To think he was the reason why he went to necromancy in the end instead of using miracle magic... He shook his head.
"Lets just get that thing to town please." he says. He then look at lion.
"You tell him if you want about what I said. I don't feel like repeating myself after all this." he then says, in a voice that sounded a bit like he wanted to cry, but he hold back. He shook his head afterwards as he goes to move the thing.

[Assistant] "Nile's the name, pleasure's my game." Nile said, rather pleased as she'd just thought that up. "The second ones for me too but I guess we can share." Nile's curiosity was perked by his strange comment. "Doesn't come off does it? Oh I'm sure I could get all of your clothes off, one way or another . . ." Any further speculation was cut off by someone bursting in and asking for help. Normally she was against work but she did enjoy wurm meat and could make a bit more cash on the side. Sounded like a pretty good deal. "Well we can worry about that later tall and handsome. Lets go after that shael before he gets too far off, k?" Nile asked and downed the rest of her mug with a loud sigh indicating her pleasure with the drink and got up, heading off in the right direction, seemingly assuming that her unwitting companion would follow. Whether he did or not was not really any concern of hers.

[User]
Atlas was glad Thorvald, as he introduced, was relieved someone came to his aid. Although it made her wonder as to why no one else would help him. She disappointedly wondered if it was because he was a Shael. He seemed so nice as well, although there could be more than meets the eye with strangers. For all they knew, he was leading them to their death. Instead, the way back to where they last saw Thorvald and a few others was rather pleasant. They kept at a decent pace as Atlas and Rykiar, who lazily rode on the cow's back once more, gazed at the scenery. Well, it was nice now that they weren't wandering around in circles starving and had a decent idea where civilization was.

As they walked, following the flying Shael, Atlas was of course having an internal dilemma once more. This time about whether or not they should apologize or at least say something about it being them who stole part of the wurm. It felt kind of wrong going back to the scene of the crime, and making more coin off of these people. Is it actually a crime to steal half a monster from someone? I mean some places cut off your hand for stealing bread, what about a wurm?  the Tothum thought with worry. She then wondered why she was worried in the first place. Perhaps something having to do with her mouse friend's safety.

They had arrived not too long, or it was long, she wasn't really paying attention. A light snoring sounded behind her, indicating Rykiar had fallen asleep on the ride over. She downright smacked him with her tail, figuring dropping him twice that day was a bit too much from the already tired Neth. He of course woke up, and could already feel the burn of his glare at her from waking him.

"I'm Rykiar and she's Atlas." The mouse introduced to the group, acting as though they haven't seen them before. Atlas played along, not saying much as always to others but giving an acknowledging nod to them. She could feel the tension in the air between the two who may have been left behind as Thorvald went to fetch help. Perhaps the two needed another sort of help, something along the lines of couple counseling. The traveling companions both looked at each other, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.

The vulpine wanted to get right to business, seeming to be a bit on the emotional side. How in the world were they going to do this though? Between the five of them, the Lah'na and herself had would probably do most of the heavy lifting. She knew Rykiar wasn't going to much, and she sort of wished she wasn't able to as well. This thing was heavy the first time she carried it. That time she was also using her transformation, but now she feared they'd recognize her. Was the money even worth this?

[Assistant]
Eventually, the silence and awkwardness of the situation was alleviated with Thorvald's timely return. Alongside the avian were a bovine woman and a small rodent man, the lion just grunted in displeasure, great more people to worry about. It was somewhat fine when it was just him, Thorvald and Erion, but how many more must they take alongside them? Will they have to pick up everyone who happens to have a sob-story with them and make them join out of pure pity? Will they have to pick up every ragtag duo or trio of adventurer's they happen to come across? If he didn't know any better, they must be building an army of some sort. Perhaps he was just overthinking things and reluctantly introduced himself to the ones named Rykiar and Atlas. After the formalities were over, Ymahr turned to face Thorvald, telling him that nothing in particular happened. He was lying by the skin of his teeth, if only to avoid making things worse.

The fox glanced back at him and he simply turned the other way saying that he would rather not. If at least to protect his privacy. Without another word the lion approached the carcass and waited for the others to come and lift the thing.

[User]
While Getting off the ship, Varm one more time watched lah'na. Her name was Faela, she was low, about 5.3 feet and it was possible to determine her age for about 22 years.

  Are you going with me or you are going to stay here?
 I am going with you, but it doesn't mean that I like you. Where are you going to go?
  I am not sure I hope that we will manage to get to Tel'eth.

Varm bought supplies for several days in the tavern and headed to the gates of city, on the way he met many beggars sitting along the road and having hope to go through another day, after the exit from the city Varm decided to not held with main route and move to side foot-path, it was exposed to the attacks of monsters but being attacked by the bandits was equal zero, this Varm was afraid of most, losing a valuable object he was walking with. Varm decided to hold with main route after reaching it, together with them a lot of Other species was trying to move forward.Crowd - good place to hear many gossips and tales.
 I heard that the group of warriors defeated vurm in the areas of city nearby.
 Someone served you a nice tale, impossible, defeating vurm, maybe it was small one.
Varm listened to these and other tales, knowing that majority of them is the devised steak of flummery.
 Defeating vurm, someone would be so much insane to do that or maybe someone was that crazy to imagine this.

[Assistant] Even with all the help we got, transporting the heavy creature took longer than I wanted it to... I suppose that had something to do with the fact that I wasn't all too great at using my legs... heck, the only times I'd normally use them is if I was forced to the ground, or if I was inside a building or cave. Once we got there, we sold it to a few folk, including the blacksmith, a nin'tah, and probably a foreigner like myself. He didn't like getting pulled away from his work, and his accent was almost too thick for me to understand him, but, thankfully, just like the others, we negotiated a price for the scales of the thing... and, just like the rest of the times, I decided against keeping any of the money for myself, which, in turn, made everyone else's cut of the pay larger. We finally made it back, and the other two didn't seem to want to join us, just as well, it seemed like Ymahr wasn't very comfortable around them. "Well, sorry that took so long, but, at least now we can explore that enchanted forest, right?" I tried to cheer my teammates up, a little bit, but, judging from what I know of their personalities, that was a tall order. Why do I always get the stone-faced loners? I thought to myself as I cheerily headed into the forest that somehow JUST recently became enchanted. Any number of things could happen to us as soon as we step foot in there, heck, for all we know, one of us could change into a frog, or we could grow a second head, or something. Of course, the most common thing would be nothing at all to happen JUST from stepping foot in the forest, but, sometimes it pays to know what might happen coming into a situation.


[System]
Age:21

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Fox)

Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

Color: Magnolia.

Emblem: Uniquely, none.

Appearance:

[User]
Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class

Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them?

It was so strange.

Yet also so incredibly awesome.

Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free?

Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene.

Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.

[Assistant]
Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class

Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history.

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Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class

Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around.

Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.

[User]
Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse

Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask.

His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down.

Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy."

Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.

[Assistant] Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"

[User]
Shuai Taidan

Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan.

"Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo.

Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura.

"Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"

[Assistant]
Grane Blauer

"A party? Damn bro, You just want me to violate parole huh?" Grane picked out a business card from his stack. It seemed professionally made, something he hadn't expected, but, what the hell. At least he was getting a party! sort of. It didn't seem as if class was starting anytime soon, the professor was MIA as far as he knew, so it was a perfect time to invite everyone. Grane began tossing cards on the desks of students present in history class. "Party coming up. Call my man Gren for more details!" He haphazardly threw cards and people, as if they were singles and he was the richest guy to have ever lived. "It'll be great! Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, we're going to have it all! Grane soon had cards on everyone's desk, and took his own seat to prepare for class.

[User]
If Doctor Oobleck noticed the ubiquitous business cards, the tangible tension between some of the students, or the drowsiness of a one-armed redhead, he took no notice. After appearing seemingly out of nowhere in a characteristic burst of speed, he wasted no time launching into a lecture concerning some of the earliest civilizations to have ever populated Remnant. He glossed over their societal norms, art, architecture, and accomplishments, peppering his conversation with questions to the students -often specifically, to keep some of the less-interested teens involved- and trying to narrow down potential thousands of years of history into clear and precise analysis. To be sure, those without drive to learn and discover would doubtlessly find his instruction yawn-inducing, but any student in their right mind would have to admit that this topic was fascinating. To look back across the ages and discover the roots of not only modern society and culture, but thought itself, was a valuable and insightful pursuit. Plus, to any still plagued by the thought of the silenced singer brought in earlier, a new topic might be a welcome distraction.

It did not, however, last forever. Even as Oobleck drilled into the vaults of history, time itself ticked by, and before too long the class found the passing bell ringing through the halls again. With Combat, Math, and History out of today's way, there came again that magical time of day for all to rest and refuel, even if only for a little while: lunch. The cafeteria was open as usual, but after an installation during the weekend, a brand-new on-campus eatery called Deli N'Doul was open for business as well. Today's dishes in the cafeteria were fish fillets, two varieties of pizza, peas with carrot, buttery potato slices, corn-on-the-cob, macaroni, and the obligatory salad bar.

Though one of the first ones into the huge room, Abel did not immediately make for any place in particular. He wanted to stick with his teammates or, if they'd already made plans for lunch as well as after school, wait for an informative message to pop up on his scroll. His head was still buzzing from all the history injected into it, but it wasn't a painful sensation. On his mind right now were two things: how exactly ancient cultures' ideas about the world might feed into contemporary ones, and trying to make himself seem cool and casual should Krysanthe appear.

-=-=-

food time has arrived. Enjoy!

[Assistant]
Cobalt Chideta-Lunch

Cobalt calmly got out of his seat, with a little difficulty due to his size, and walked out of the room and to Deli N'Doul. He had heard some students talking about it as he walked through the halls, it sounded fairly alright. He questioned when they had went to it and decided they probably skipped on history. Cobalt pondered why anyone would skip such a delightful class and shrugged. Some people weren't that smart.

He arrived at the Deli and ordered a table for four. He got out his scroll and texted his teammates to come on by if they wanted a free meal. Unfortunately he realized he had no idea what their numbers were. Oh wait, they were already in the scroll. Thank god the school gave him his teammates numbers, it would've been embarrassing if he had ordered a table for four and nobody showed up.

He ordered some salad on the side and to drink he wanted a glass of water. He decided to hold off on the main course until everyone else got here.

[User]
Eyes wide open Skyra stared at Mokuren. She actually never heard what Mokuren said after the 'I don't like you' thing.
Completely overwhelmed by Moku's statement Skyra sat there and just stared before, completely unwillingly a few tears escaped her eyes.
No those weren't tears. A Skyra doesn't cry. The air was just way too dry...
"You don't like me? Why are you sticking around me then?", she managed to croak out of her throat, her usual raspy voice making it sound a lot more hurt.
"Are you just playing with me? I liked you..."
Suddenly the barriers broke and Skyra down.
"Every time I try to make friends this happens...", she whispered her crying face in her lap, knees kept tight to her chest.

[Assistant]
Mokuren was unsure what was going ot happen after she admitted her true feelings. Super Sad Crying Skyra, was not on her list of possiblities though, and she was caught sorely off guard by the tears and hysterics.
"Umm....I think I may have said that wrong. I don't like, what you do to me. Before you, life was simple. Just, 'wake up, hate people, eat cheese, go to bed'. But, you have propogated all these strange feelings and emotions in me and I don't understnad them. I don't know what to do with them, or if I will ever fail to return the way you feel about me because of my ineptitude with the whole thing. And, that, is why I said, what I said. In a very untactful manner. You make my life complicated and confusing" Mokuren finished, before wrapping her rather strong arms around Skyra.

"If you want to leave me now, knowing I'll probably never be able to feel for you like you do for me, I'll understand. But, if you want to stick around and help me deal with this new life, then I would be most happy"


[System]
Real: Skadi Türkis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Nationality: Atlesian
Color: #6ecff6
Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond
Voice actor: Shirley Manson

Themes:
Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated
Appearance:

Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat.

The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale.

The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell.

She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest.

Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast.

History:
During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes.
Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking.

Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept.

In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again.

After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age.

Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention.

Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities.
A year later, she made it into Beacon.

Personality:
In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation.

She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards.

Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people.

Skills:
* Combat
	+ Hand-to-hand: Average
	+ Short blades: Expert
	+ Long blades and polearms: Proficient
	+ Firearms: Lacking
	+ Dust: Beginner, talented
* Common
	+ Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence
	+ Lockpicking: Expert
	+ Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances
	+ Pickpocketing: Proficient
	+ Cooking: Wizard
	+ Drinking: Practice makes perfect

Powers:
* Inborn
	+ Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door.
* Acquired
	+ Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages.
	+ Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance.

Relationships:
* Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time."
* Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things."
* Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends."
* Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits."
* Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations."
* Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey."
* Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent."
* Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though."
* Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was."

Trivia:
* Diamond is left handed.
* She is afraid of deep waters.
* A quitting smoker.
* She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.

[User]
Sinatra

Gratia Mindaro - Practice

Having already made her way to the beginning of the obstacle course before Jericho had even revealed himself to be the class demonstrator, Gratia Mindaro was tying her long hair back into a ponytail, a black hair-tie hanging loosely from her mouth as she gathered her flowing locks into position. For the purposes of her current class, the Mistralese girl had eschewed both her signature coat and the dark, pressed uniform of Haven Academy for a simple, black and viridian exercise tracksuit: an outfit far more suited to the intensive physical activity required in Practice.

If some obstacle course could even be considered 'physically intensive'. Only the shittiest excuse for a Hunter would treat it as anything more than a mere facsimile of the struggles that plagued the rest of one's hunting career. It was not a matter of life and death. There was no sense of danger, no eager expectation for the moment where the slightest of stumbles would bring an end to everything they lived for. Even with an Atlesian agent having somehow fucking managed to take command of the course (not that she was particularly surprised; Vale was always willing to open its arsecheeks wide for a pounding from whatever 'innovative' new sexbot Atlas had manufactured in the past week), she had absolutely zero expectation in the obstacles' ability to come even close to killing her.

Not that she would have even given them the chance. What huntress would she be if something like an obstacle course could fuck her over? That was something exclusive to drooling retards, and fortunately for her, she was the scion of parents who weren't so incompetent to slam an infant's skull into a wall. Gratia Mindaro was a Hunter. Her prey was not some junkheap of scrap metal. It was wealth. It was fame. It was power.

It was the Grimm. And the prize for their eradication -

Her mother hugged her tightly.

- was their happiness.

She breathed in quietly, loosely stretching out her legs. Onyx eyes locked onto the track before her, scanning the course with cold, clinical efficiency.

Practice was warm-up. A way to keep her reflexes sharp until the next mission.

And she would complete it with nary an issue.

Her ponytail was held in place.

She wasn't going to waste any more fucking time.

Gratia Mindaro started running.

Let's see what bullshit you've pulled out of your arse, Piper.

[Assistant]
@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Kaithas

Shuai Taidan - Senior Aura Control

"Ah, the freshies have the obstacle course today."

Taidan glanced out the window at the courtyard, elbow resting against the sill and propping up his chin. The dark-haired student seemed to be in a contemplative mood, purple eyes wistfully watching the younger Hunters attempt the obstacle course. It was a somewhat nostalgic sight, a memory of a time when his year could just run around trying to beat each other in speed rather than think in-depth about the mechanics of controlling one's Aura. It was super interesting, yeah, but all the metaphysical implications around the malleability of his very being was kinda a lot more complex than just playing around. He thought it was definitely some snazzy stuff, but ah, the simplicity of youth was something he missed.

So what if he was only maybe three years older? That totally meant he was a geezer compared to all the young, innocent minds that were adjusting to the Beacon Academy lifestyle! Age wasn't supposed to be a number, it was a mindset!

Which, on second thought, actually sounded more to be the actual thing than he thought. Nobody knew how old Goodwitch or Ozpin were, right? The latter had been bossing everybody around for a while, but he didn't actually look like he was somebody's grandpa. Besides that wacky white hair, Ozpin was kinda youthful-looking, wasn't he? How old was the guy supposed to be? Maybe he could ask.

Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. It was probably rude of him to hit up the boss for his age, wasn't it? A second of extra consideration cemented that view in his mind, and the resident pyromaniac prettboy extraordinaire nodded, immediately switching focus back to the class he was in.

Aura Control!

The advanced manipulation of one's soul. It was a really snazzy thing, and one he had to admit was strange and beyond his understanding at times. There was just so much food for thought: like, just how did it work? How could he change the bits and pieces that could make up himself just with belief? Was his Aura really his soul in the first place? What did his soul really mean? Where was Shuai Taidan inside the concept of the soul? Would extensive use of aura have any effects on his personality - on his very being?

Hm, maybe that could be the topic of his final year thesis.

[User]
Diamond - Skipping class

"Hey." Diamond waved to Oswald as he was leaving class, herself leaning against the wall opposite the exit, a frown on her face. Instead of PE, she's been stuck at the infirmary, getting her arm poked and prodded. She originally went there when it started feeling like ants were crawling under her unfeelign skin. She didn't have much hope, but she could nto fathom why it took the good doctor thirty minutes to figure out it was just a phantom. And what could have possibly bene in my eye that needed to be shone on by a fucking searchlight? I can still see a black dot in that eye!

"Finally a class where yee lot didn't leave me alone to rot. Do you need a piggyback to the next class?" She smirked with a challenging tilt of a head. since her schedule was reshuffled again as teachers and parts of herself came and went, Diamond had no idea what this particular class' teacher would be like, but hey, it could not possibly be any worse than Vanhomrigh... Riiiiight?


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Abilities: Simone is an excellent cook, able to whip up something out of almost anything. He's been cooking since he was tiny and has no intents to stop anytime soon. He is pretty acrobatic, using this to escape battle or to out maneuver his opponent and strike in odd manners. He fights mostly with his hands and feet, but keeps a large knife on him at all time, either for cooking or battle, whatever the situation demands. He can move at lightning quick speeds for bursts of time, in which his limbs can appear to be a blur as they strike or carry out whatever other action they're used for

Personality: Simone is light-hearted and jokey, humorous and sarcastic. He loves to poke fun and play around, but sometimes just doesn't know when to stop. He's usually pretty easy-going, but get on his real bad side and it's almost a total reversal. His eyes light up and his temper is lost, he is far more pissed than you could imagine. This sometimes happens in short bursts when he's scared or something similar, and when in this mood his first reaction is to hit. He is often found sleeping when he can, either in his bed or just wherever he damn pleases.

Bio: Simone was born into a high class family and found himself bored with it. Of course he would have taken the whole boring life back in an instant when his parents died. Of course he couldn't, and he was orphaned to the streets. That was his introduction to cooking, oddly enough. He was cooking meals of whatever he could find over whatever fires he could manage to make. This sometimes involved stealing some food, his quick escapes are where acrobatics started to come in.

As he got older he was taken in by a family and Simone had a house again. With a kitchen to work in, Simone flourished in skill and soon was better than ever before. His adoptive father noticed and took him to the restaurant he owned and taught him the best. While Simone learned a lot here, he quit after disputes with the owner/ his father over who to feed. The owner believed it was only those who could afford it, Simone believed anyone who was hungry deserved food, even if they couldn't pay in full. He left to feed more hungry people, when one day he met a certain hungry crew. He fed them his best and asked to join so he could explore and experience new and exciting things, and the rest is history.

[User]
Melody readily accepted the food prepared by Char, She didn't care whether she was served first, all she cared about was actually getting food. The bread and eggs were really good, (so was the bacon) and she took her time to savor the food. Everyone else also seemed to enjoy their meal as well, except for Milly. Melody only smiled when she saw the interaction between Char and Milly, those two girls fighting over such small things in life. She knew that she easily surpassed both the small girls, but then again, she was older than both of them. Melody took this time to inspect her crew, Johnathan was... well Johnathan. Melody really didn't even converse much with him as he was always flirting and never serious. (At least she hadn't seen his serious side if he has one) She also began to think about what the others thought of putting him in second command. She smiled as she went over the reasons behind it,

1. If there was a mutiny, Johnathan could not guide this ship or lead it well.
2. He was to prideful to let anyone but him be captain.
3. He was very flirtatious and very outgoing when it came to women, meaning that when she sent him to meetings or negotiations with other pirates, there would sure to be many hard feelings giving Melody the chance to have fun once in a while.
4. Song would never let him try such an action as Mutiny.

 Melody was smart, and very keen when it came to tactics. That was what allowed her to elude and beat so many people despite having a relatively small crew. Moving on to the next person, Char. The haughty girl with a knack for money and future investments. Also an amazing cook. She was kind and nice (most of the time) but she could be very mean or sarcastic at other times. Melody considered Char as a double edged sword. Quick to be friends, or quick to be enemies.

 She then gave Milly a quick look down. Surely the poor girl was growing, (in some way Melody hoped) because her attitude about being a late bloomer and Char always teasing her made for most of the trouble on this ship. Why did Char have to go and make the explosives expert annoyed. Granted it always kept Melody on her toes due to the possible explosions and other things that could happen. Milly was hot-headed and incredibly smart.

 She then began to think about Song, the strange foreign girl that boarded along with Johnathan. She was the only member on this ship (aside from Melody) that was mature. Although Melody didn't know much about Song, she did appreciate her quiet personality. She also liked that Song kept Johnathan in check as well. Melody thought she should have put Song as first mate, but Song lacked the communication skills needed for the position. As Melody always sent the first mate for meetings. (She hated them)

 After Melody had finished her food, she got out of her chair, (stopping Johnathan from doing it for her) and re-donned the old captain's white trench coat. She made sure to put it on in a way that made her chest bounce slightly, just to remind the two little girls who was boss (and better endowed) on this ship. She went back to the helm of the ship and rechecked her course. She then yelled to Song who was in the crows nest asking if she saw Falis Island. It should be in view now.

[Assistant]
Waldemar Von Richtig
Waldemar's eyes opened at the end of a song coming from deck. He heard some sound moving downstairs, and then the chirps of a baby dragon. Can anyone respect people sleeping over from night-shift? I mean, sometimes the ladies act like I don't even exist on this damn ship and spend all their hours fawning over that Johnathan guy. They do realize someone has to make sure that they aren't blown up at two in the morning?

After failing to fall asleep again, the nobleman headed down to the mess room wearing only his underwear and a robe. He was too damn tired to care.

Waldemar grabbed a plate, plopped some breakfast on it, moved across from Melody and started eating wordlessly. Four hours of sleep and a language barrier did that to a person.

[User]
Saying he rolled out of bed, ready for the day would have been a blatant lie. More accurately, Simone crumpled in a heap out of bed and was ready to crumple right back into it. He had fallen asleep in the kitchen late last night, again. This time he had passed out spread across the kitchen table before he woke up. He had woken up in the dead of night before anyone noticed, so he made himself a quick early meal and headed off to his hammock, in his quarters.the area around his hammock was actually fairly clean. A shirt here or there on the floor and a spare knife or two laying about (which is totally safe), nothing was too messy really. Now he supposed it was time to stop staring at his room and to get up for real.

 He yawned as he changed into his day clothes, which consisted of a plain white shirt, black pants, boots, and his nice green jacket. The jacket itself was as warm and cozy as always. He stumbled his way out of his quarters and across the deck of the ship. The air was nice and filled his lungs with a feeling that was indescribably happy. Simone yawned again before realizing he could already smell food in the air; someone else had taken care of breakfast since he had slept in. He shrugged it off and decided to head to the mess room where everyone else was sure to be. He realized that assumption was right as he entered the room and saw the crew there.

 "Morning, food..." Simone mumbled as he grabbed a plate of breakfast, sat at the table and started digging in. It was delicious, he picked up the pace eating it with a happy look on his face. "Thank you so much." He said, far more energetically than before as he continued.

[Assistant]
~Jonathan~

Charlotte's voice chirped over the steady, sleepy murmur in the kitchen.

"Jon-sama! Please, have this seat, I've already eaten my breakfast earlier."

Jonathan laughed uncomfortably at the special treatment, but let the girl lead him to the chair. "Why, thank you dear," he managed to say with a pained smile. He sat down. Hopefully, this would be the extent of her coddling toda--

"Here, Jon-sama, let me feed you!"

Oh dear. He flushed a bit, embarrassed at the attention, and the odd stares that he was sure everyone would send his way.

"Haha, no, that's quite alright, Charlotte," he said, addressing the girl by her first name without any formality. 'I'm perfectly capable of eating like any normal adult. However, I appreciate the offer." The strained expression he had put on started to crack as he glanced around the room to try and defuse the odd sort of tension he felt. The air was made doubly tense because of the layered verbal scuffle between Milly and Charlotte, so no one came to his rescue.

He ate his breakfast in careful silence. It was delicious, but Jonathan wasn't sure how to tell Charlotte that without causing anymore embarrassment to himself. It was clear and apparent that the girl still hung on to old arrangements and promises made between grizzled old men.

To his chagrin, the atmosphere grew even more suffocating to Jonathan when Waldemar walked into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Ever since he got onto the ship, he couldn't stand the fellow, though he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason why.

The ship's usual cook, Simone also sauntered in and grabbed a plate of food. He rather seemed to enjoy Charlotte's cooking.

Finally, Melody pulled herself out of her chair and called out to where Song was perched in the crow's nest.

~Song~

Song turned her spyglass forward into the horizon, and caught the form of land floating among the clouds.

She turned to Melody and called down, "Falis Island in view Captain!" She didn't feel quite right saying "Land Ho."

[User]
"Falis Island in view Captain!"

 Melody smiled as the island now came into view. Falis island was a special place, one that always kept her on her toes. It was a rouge island, controlled and ruled by pirates. The island its self could move around in the air or put up a deceptive cloud cover to hide itself from the Sky Enforcers. Melody knew the island was going be there, because despite the fact that the island moved regularly, it had 15 usual spots all across the sky that it sat at for a few days before moving onto the next. It routinely went to each spot depending on the day and season. Of course the course itself for the island was created so complex that the Enforcers would never find a pattern, but not for Melody. She eventually figured out the pattern and so she never had a hard time finding the usually difficult island. The only problem with that island, was that all its inhabitants were pirates. Many a ship had been stolen from there so had crew and treasure. There would need to be guards while the others relaxed. No one liked that job though, because you could do whatever you wanted in that town. No fear of law.

 Melody let out a tremendous roar of her voice, calling everyone to come on deck. Once everyone had come to the deck, she began to give orders to prepare the ship for landing. She also asked for volunteers to guard the ship this time. Who would take the job?

[Assistant]
Char scoffed as Pico returned carrying the harpy's reply, [Thanks, I will.], how could three words bring her so much displeasure. It's not like the silent woman had any chance of steal Jon-sama from Char, it still made her sick just to think what kind of dirty tricks she could use to seduce him.

"Just wait until an year or two, and you'll see who gets Jon-sama's love first, you old hag!" Char thought.

After the breakfast, Melody called everyone to the deck and so Char as well as Pico went all the way up there. When Char got to the deck the Stormsong's crew was almost all there, not that it mattered to Char, really.

She quickly found a place besides her beloved Jon-sama, using her small build to her advantage when slipping through the others, on the way there, she used took a detour to play a little prank, by groping Milly from behind and leaving fast before the bomb maniac noticed who did it. Despite what it might look like, Char liked Milly a lot, but since it was just too good poking fun out of her like this, Char couldn't bring herself to stop, in fact, if Jon ever refused her for real (Not that something like this was even possible... right?), Milly would be Char's next target. "It's good to be flexible" her father ever said, though it certainly wasn't this kind of flexibility that he had in mind, sure.

Anyway, when Char finally found Jonathan she pounced like a wild cat ambushing an unsuspecting prey and clung to his arm, "What's going to happen, captain? Are you finally going to pass the ship's command to Jon-sama?" Char said with a playful grin on her lips, she wasn't being serious now, but sooner or later Melody would see the glory of her Jon-sama and retire from her position of captain, giving the title to who deserved it best.

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.@Lvl Down@Strafe@VitaVitaAR

[User]
Simone finished off his breakfast without another word, not a scrap left on the plate. He could never waste food, it was too valuable. He even went back for seconds, but that was more because he was simply starving. He leaned back in his chair after he finished and let out a content sigh, letting his meal settle. Now that the "most important meal of the day" was over with, he wondered what was on the agenda for today.

Soon, the captain called the crew up to deck for debriefing or something. Simone shrugged and kicked himself away from the table and got out of his seat. He stretched a bit, getting a bit of stiffness out and sauntered out of the mess room. He made his way to deck and fell in with the rest of them who were already there. Simone watched Char with slight interest, seeing her scurry throughout the crew was interesting to say the least; it kind of reminded him of a mouse. He found great amusement in watching her pounce onto Jon, and even more in what she said after.

"God help us if Jon is ever captain, he'd sell us out for a chance to finally have his first kiss." Simone joked with a snicker, before turning to face the captain. "I can't stay back. I was planning on getting some food supplies we were starting to run low on." Plus he knew he would pass out if left here with nothing much to do. He was literally always ready to sleep, his body just needed an excuse to do it. He ran his hand through his hair to get some odd stands off his face as he took in the island ahead. What was it like there? More importantly, what inevitable trouble would the crew get up to there?