[System]
Mila Pravina Herbertson

Character Summary
Aliases: Enchantress of Dance, and Mila.
Titles: No actual title, she's no one fancy. She's simply a well-known dancer, known as the Enchantress.
Age: 26
Place of Origin: Along the coast of Otadica
Kingdom: None, though she is against what Sheolan stands for. (The 'king', basically.)
Gender: Female

Physical Attributes
Eyes: Clear, watery blue.
Hair: A deep crimson red, a bit darker resembling blood.
Day To Day Attire: The floor-length loose dress with a long slit going down the right leg. From the picture. Outside of that, she typically wears this except with blue instead of the brown color.
Strengths:
1. She is very flexible with huge amounts of control over her body due to her experience as a dancer.
2. While not some highly-trained general or member of the army, she is still able to defend herself. In her line of work, it's best to know how to, at the very least, wield some sort of blade to defend herself in case of an attacker. So, while not trained in anything, she can at least wield a knife for close-combat.
3. Despite her pretty appearance, she is not an idiot. She is actually a fan of reading in her spare time and, when not performing or hanging out with her friends, she spends her time reading and writing. (Usual poetry.) So, she's rather well-versed and well-spoken.
Weaknesses:
1. She has issues controlling her temper considering she's usually rather open with her emotions and feelings. As a dancer, she tends to be more open with her sexuality and rather confident.
2. Considering she's focused more on speed and agility, she's not very physically strong. It bothers her sometimes considering she hates the idea of fitting into any stereotypes, but she's dealt with it. It's just something she deals with.

Psychological Attributes
Adventurous * Charming * Daring * Playful

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single, Widowed
Personality: Mila, due to her line of work, couldn't afford to be quiet or mousy. To get ahead, you had to be confident and sensual. It was all a matter of balance, and Mila has that balance. Known for her sensual performances that push the line of what's considered appropriate, she has the charming personality and the playfulness to be able to put on a show.

But, she isn't just some flirty party girl, she is also capable of human emotion, ya know. Despite her jokes about not caring and her care-free personality, she actually has the ability to care about others. She's kind of the 'mom' of her group of friends and she sometimes seems wise beyond her years. So, caring, daring, charismatic, and quick as a whip. Pretty good, she'd say.

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

* Somatic/Mental Magic (Expert): She is rather skilled in magic regarding more defensive or mental. Such as shields and healing magic. Also, telepathy and telekinesis. She uses somatic magic considering her skills with hand movements and movement in general.
* Dancing (Master): Considering it's her occupation, it's rather expected that she would be a great dancer. She's not known as the best for no reason, ya know.
* Knife Wielding (Apprentice): She can protect herself in a basic sense. Can do more than just wave around a knife like a crazy person.
* Lying (Journeyman): Is a decent liar and can keep it going for those who aren't good at picking out lies.
* Cooking (Expert): Considering she was born from a large family and was the 'woman' of the household, she had to learn how to cook. So, she's actually very good at it.
* Drawing (Master): She's had quite a bit of free time in her life and she's taken an interest in drawing. If the whole dancing thing doesn't work out, she could probably make a career out of selling artwork.

Magic
A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. If using the alternative magic, one spell must be replaced with the artifact that gives it. Maximum of four.
* Shield: Can create a purple shield around herself or around other people.
* Healing: Can heal wounds and scratches.
* Surface Thoughts: She can pick up surface thoughts from people, mostly instinctual thoughts or more animalistic/narrow-minded.

History
Parents:
Mother – Katia Herbertson (Dead)
Father – Alexander Herbertson (Alive)

Siblings:

Older brother, 31, Robert Herbertson
Younger sister, 23, Olivia Herbertson
Younger brother, 17, Malik Herbertson
Younger brother, 12, Grant Herbertson
Youngest sister, 6, Alaine Herbertson

Childhood: The second oldest amongst her siblings. Was the most adventurous and was the mother-figure to her siblings.

Adulthood: Became a dancer at the age of 19. Her husband passed away when she was 23 and her mother died soon after. She now focuses most of her time balancing between her dancing, art, friends, and her family,
Special Moments: The day her husband, William, died. When she first performed with her dancing group in front of the royal court in Sheolan.
Current Events: She wished for good fortune to come her family's way.

Relations
* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

* ☯ Sofia: Description
* ☯ Ornstein: Description
* ☯ Ariah: Description
* ☯ Lee: Description
* ☯ Kairos: Description
* ☯ Nina: Description

Extras
Character Quote: "Treat me like a queen and I'll treat you like royalty, baby. Treat me like a game and I'll show you how it's played." - Mila
Theme Song: Bebe Rexha - Bad Bitch (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
Aura Color: A deep pink with swirls of white.
Scent: Midnight Jasmine, a flower typically found in the night. Mix that with the smell of scented oils and heat.
Anything Else: Nothing I can think of.

[User]
Sofia Oaks
Sofia tensed as she was hugged, giving the man an odd, but somehow thankful look. She didn't say anything though and didn't feel the need to reply in the least - only give subtle feelings of gratitude towards the gesture. Before long though, Kairos chimed in with approval to which she only mentally nodded and looked to her apparent new companion. Quietly, she wandered about the girl, but in the end just offered a soft smile - she could tell there was something about the girl, something normally seen as dark and evil, but Nina hardly seemed the type. Deciding to reserve judgement, she turned towards a small boat that approached, the men giving her questioning gazes. "She is with me," she spoke simply and while they looked at each other in confusion, seemed to accept it. As they got closer, two men offered a hand into the small boat that would take them back to the ship, which Sofia took without hesitation before sitting as the vessel rocked back and forth against the waves.

Suddenly, her mind tinged with alarm as she heard thoughts of one of the strangers - a woman seeking Corda as a target! Apparently the woman decided that this was all madness inside her own head, making Sofia huffed lightly to herself, knowing full well that yelling at her probably wouldn't do much. She had to make it back to the rebellion before the assassin did and warn her. She shot a look towards Nina and pursed her lips. 'We might be making a detour before being able to talk to Corda..' she mentally projected only to Nina, hopeful the girl would understand exactly why.

A few minutes later, the pair was on board the ship, to which Sofia yelled to the captain, "we need to make haste back to Sheolan!" Apparently the warrior was a woman of a more serious tone as the statement put the crew into a frenzy. Looking to Nina, she let out a slight sigh. "... well, we should get out of the way. The mess hall is below deck and.." She tensed slightly as she continued, ".. I suppose you can board in my room.." Unsure of how that'd work out, exactly, Sofia had resigned herself to it since it was the only room left on the ship for the girl. Watching Nina for a brief moment, Sofia suddenly turned around and made her way to the room - regardless if Nina followed her or not.

[Assistant]
Kairos Threadbare

A short while later, Kairos found himself back at the site of his initial landing, his footsteps from his early morning trek barely visible as the morning breeze washed the sand across their imprints. Taking a moment to glance up at the sun, shielding the worse of the glare with one of his hands he sighed inwardly as the sun still hung high in the sky. It would be hours still before his group returned and his brief passage through the temple had turned up no clues that anything of value existed apart from the strange relic.'Well not every venture will be a success, though a shame this one turned out to be such a boring bust'.

Sitting down on the warm sand and looking out to the ocean, the thoughts of the others began to wash against his own mind. Kairos still found the prospect of thoughts that were not his own to be within his own head unsettling, but the potential of such an ability was beyond intriguing. Watching the waves, a particularly interesting thought drifted by his conscience ... Have to return this book to the library, then try an attempt on the rebel leader tonight. Otherwise the Baron will be pissed.... Smiling to himself as he observed the commotion in the mind that seemed to result from the thought, Kairos decided to play the 'voice of doubt' with this newcomer and perhaps have them reveal more information than they intended

Though his experience with this ability was non-existent, he knew some of the other individuals earlier had 'projected' their thoughts - so it should be possible to for him to do the same. Reaching out towards the entity from which the murderous intent had come, Kairos attempted to project a mimicry of the entity towards themselves "Am I sure I can do this? others have tried to assassinate the leader before and failed, I can't afford to fail like they have". It was uncertain if they would react to the thought, but if they did register this small seed of doubt it could lead to a few entertaining outcomes or the revelation of important information - even if his ruse was discovered. And if nothing happened? Well it was still a valuable experiment to undertake, Kairos knew he would need to learn how to use this ability properly before others could use it against him

[User]
Ariah Acrana

Ariah heard her words and it was in that moment he felt that spark nearby, tracing her light back to her soul, seeking out it's source. It was still hard and required a large portion of concentration, but at the end of the day he had his answer and a new found connection to her. She was... sweet. A little... something else and it wasn't all good, but the sweet and nice out shined what little bad she had trying to peak out.

When she turned around with a flourish and started to walk away he saw the style and grace she had and there was something there. The way she gestured him on and the way she walked, it drew his eyes to her hind end which in turn made him unconsciously nod in approval. After all she was HOT! Of course in his mind he'd show something of the matter, but who could blame him? Seeing a nice girl, with a body like that, and after making a gesture like she did. He was only Human after all!

Though regardless she was right, he followed her, perhaps looking at her hind end for a bit too long before snapping his attention back up to the back of her head. Picking up his pace again to walk alongside her, "I need to thank you again for this. I guess it shows how far I plan ahead, so... Well I'm glad you were hear to save me from a lonely life on this island." He said, trying to spark up some side conversation. After all if he was going to join her on the ride back to the mainland they had mind as well become friends right?

[Assistant]
Mila
Morran

As Mila walked, her thoughts were scattered as she tried to come up with some sort of explanation for the strange... connection she had with those strangers. Sure, she knew their names due to this connection but she didn't really know them. Not truly. So, you could probably understand her desire to get as realistically far away as possible.

Which really made her out-of-the-blue decision to give one of these strangers a free ride. To be honest, she didn't really figure anyone would take her up on it. From what she could gather, she was a bit of a stand-out person compared to them all. They seemed to be more... prepared for combat with weapons or at least an aura of control. Most of them, at least. And yet here she is. A dancer, no matter how good. A bit odd, indeed.

Speaking of which...

She resisted the urge to confront Ariah for his... thoughts pertaining to her. More specifically, her rear end. She nearly stopped walking to perhaps yell or at least tease him about it. But, she held herself back and continued on as if she was none the wiser. After all... could she really blame him?

Her lips quirked up into a small smirk at her thoughts before she felt his presence beside her. Glancing at him with a raised eyebrow and an expression of 'What?', she didn't have to wait long for him to speak. At his thanks and exaggerations at being left behind if it weren't for her, she couldn't stop the small laugh from escaping as she turned to look forward once more.

"Oh, darlin'... no need to exaggerate. I am quite positive that you could'a gotten a ride from one of the others, surely. BUT, I will accept your thanks." She let her statement barely sink in for even a moment before speaking once more, unable to stop herself. "Also, you might want to be careful with your thoughts. You never know who may be listening at that moment. Although,"

Her eyes dragged themselves to his and she couldn't stop the sultry and teasing tone she took on. "I am well aware of my fantastic rear end, actually. But, for your sake... I'll pretend I didn't hear you, hmm?" Giving a wink, she picked up her speed a little as she passed a familiar bush of flowers. They were close to the beach where their ride would be waiting.


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Human (Mandalorian)

Appearance:

Personality: Much towards himself, never knowing who he can trust. However, he has some kind of conscience, as he only takes on missions he considers good. He only does something really unethical if he finds the money worth it.

Profession: Bounty hunter.

Skills: Excellent pilot, efficient marksman.

Abilities: His PCD makes him able to become temporarily invissible for the naked eye, and his jetpack makes him able to fly short distances, although even if he used them at the same time, the jetpack's propulsion would give away his position, and not only visually.

Equipment: A PCD, a jetpack (black) and a E-17d sniper rifle, along with black Mandalorian armor, geared up with a whipcord launcher and a range finder on his helmet. He also owns a modified X-wing (except not being made of Lego xD) and a black and red R2 series astromech droid, called R2-D9, nicknamed 'Denying'.

Brief Backstory: Born in a Mandalorian family, he left his tribe when young because he didn't want to follow the Resol'nare completely, specificly the part about following his leader, the Mand'alor. By leaving, he not only became a dar'manda, but also stopped following another part of Resol'nare, the one about contributing to his clan's welfare. He had no family anymore by that time, so he didn't break that one. He became a bounty hunter, and seemed to survive this way. He kept telling himself that he was still a real Mandalorian as long as he kept following at least half of the tenets of the Resol'nare. However, with already two down, he knew he was nearing the edge.

[User]
Emergency Response Droid F7-250

An electronic whisper buzzed brightly in the forefront of F7's processors as Lac'li Saku accepted its input, the signal informing the Droid that it was preforming a subsection of its primary function well. The experience was hard to describe, and definitively alien to anything within an Organics ability to comprehend. The best comparison F7 could manage was an experience something akin to what certain carbon-based species described a 'high' was. However, instead of a feeling of altered reality, the experience enhanced F7's cognition of events around it. Data streams seemed to flow faster, actions appeared more efficiently executed, even its base functions carried a sense of purpose, drive, perhaps even passion with them. Put simply, completing even a small part of its core programming was the closest experience the Droid would ever come to achieving Organic happiness. The closest thing the Droid would come to an actual, physical feeling, if it was being completely honest.

However, the experience was an extremely fleeting one. As F7's sensors returned to their default mode of operation, the Droid began to create subroutines to pick apart various activities that Lac'li Saku might find enjoyable. It eliminated the impossible given their current setting and resources, bookmarked the few activities that might seem feasible and non-lethal aboard a starship, and then generated the statistical likelihood of Lac'li Saku enjoying said activities given her psychological profile and current mood index. After a brief moment of silence, F7 had its optimal solution,

"Perhaps you would enjoy-" the machine began, before the confident voice of this vessel's captain rang out over the intercom, informing the passengers of the impending descent into Nar Shaadda's atmosphere. At Lac'li Saku's request, F7 trailed after the tiny humanoid in order to prepare for the landing.

"Greetings Human Gideon. I would classify this journey as adequate, factoring in that I have not been deactivated nor that any of my new masters have died to the grisly perils of space travel," F7 replied in a happy tone to Human Gideon's question, enjoying the unusual amount of 'active' time it was being allotted. It had not often been given the chance to interact and catalog these dialogues between itself and Organics, and was happy to add more information to its now growing data-bases.

Unfortunately for the Droid, its attempts at data gathering were cut short by the panicked voice of a humanoid over the emergency com-channel. Ceasing all subroutines devoted to its passive inquiries regarding organics, a mechanical focus overtaking such idle fancies. "Alert: we are under attack. I recommend that all Jedi precede to either the bridge or battle stations. Should you be dismembered, eviscerated, or otherwise impaired, I will available at your request. I am needed in Engineering, it appears a crew member has sustained an accidental injury. Lac'li Saku, Human Gideon, please attempt to remain alive in my absence. Your passing would be both a waste of resources and....unfortunate. May the Force be with you, masters," F7 announced with a precise and almost eerie calm.

The dull, cobalt light which illuminated F7's form now blared a bright blue. The machine crouched low on all fours, shifting and reorganizing unused power to its hydraulics, before bounding off at breakneck speeds towards engineering. An organic was in danger, and it could not, would not, allow their expiration.
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Dark Jedi Akaemos Fain

The air was stagnant and still outside the warehouse in which the negotiations were taking place, as if Nar Shaadda itself knew what importance took place inside that ramshackle building. Akaemos chuckled absentmindedly to himself as the cool air of the planet breathed softly on his skin. If only things of such importance could be damned exciting too.

It wasn't that Akaemos couldn't stand minutia, he was a historian and an archaeologist after all, it just that the endless back and forth between the two factions began to grind his nerves. He knew that Hutts could be selfish, but to debate the deal down to the iota just to come out a little bit ahead? The idea baffled the Chiss with its absurdity. It was enough to drive him up the walls, and he had to excuse himself briefly before 'accidentally' cut off the fat slugs' air supply.

Pinching the bridge of his nose to focus his thoughts, Akaemos breathed deep the rank air of Nar Shaadda, allowing its foul stench to cleanse his irritation at the Hutts. There was a time and a place for anger and passion, and it was decidedly not at the negotiation table. The Chiss shook such thoughts from his head as he re-entered the now packed warehouse, scanning the crowd for the Imperial delegation.

At the sight of his allies, the Dark Jedi moved to join his fellow 'Children'. Akaemos was relatively recent addition to their ranks, and perhaps more loyal to his previous friends in the Imperial Remnant, but the Chiss was nothing if not a patriot. The blue-skinned alien truly felt that in order for the Empire to reclaim its rightful place, more radical action was required. And one could not get much more radical than the Children of the Emperor.

Akaemos turned his attention to Commander Tras Oren, who seemed to be giving orders for aggressive action against a New Republic ship. While the Chiss could not fault her logic, he had hoped these dealing would proceed a bit more clandestinely. Oh well, he thought, it's not a total loss. A chilling smile crept from under the scarlet edge of his mask. Perhaps, if they survive the fighters and the landing, I may even be able to face a Jedi today.

[Assistant]
Lyra Kal

Lyra was well and truly sick of Nar Shaddaa. They had only made planetfall for a few hours and she had already grown tired of the putrid and corrupt system, its hellish residents and the constant stink of criminality that aired the nose quite well after a long briefing on Coruscant. She had been to the planet before in talks with the Hutt Cartel but given the connotation surrounding her mission now, she wasn't too amused at where she had ended up.

Alastro, the merc who had been paid quite a lot to get her into the meeting had guided her to a rather rundown warehouse where, surprisingly, they actually found the crime lords. Lyra hadn't pegged the mantis-like creature for being intelligent and even suspected he was going to sell her out to the cartels. Nevertheless, although he was dropping some sweat-inducing hints, he had lived up to his promise and got to the meeting place. She didn't expect much of him, considering his rather shady appearance and general mannerisms but he got the job done.

Lyra herself had been briefed separately from the detachment of troops on their way to the planet. Her job was reconnaissance and intelligence only - any and all information would be transmitted straight back to the Senate from Lyra herself to decide the correct course of action. After her briefing, she had been given a confiscated set of armour that appeared Mandalorian in design and bundled onto a rather rusty spacecraft with yours truly. Her eyes once against sought the green skin of her guide.

The disguise had worked so far and along with some sort of voice modifier, it was obviously not too clear that she was female.

Out of nowhere, seemingly, a blonde Imperial Commander confidently glided into the room, her every step a careful and precise strike. Lyra recognised her face but given her poor knowledge on the infrastructure of the remaining Imperial Remnant, she wasn't too sure. The Republic had been alerted to a meeting of the Crime Lords and although the information of the presence of the Children of the Empire came later on, an idiot could have worked out what they were doing - the exact same thing the Republic did while trying to spread peace to the galaxy: bringing over the criminal cartels.

What surprised her, however, was how quickly the crime lords seemed to accept the terms. They must have really been feeling the strain of the Republic bearing down on them to make such a rash decision. Lyra, inside her suit of armour, was noting every word said but on the outside, the apparent bounty hunter looked bored.

It was only when the announcement of the Republic ship came that she suddenly tensed - there were a team of jedi and Republic commandos on the ship. They couldn't afford to lose them. She had no choice, she stepped forward. Inserting a few clicks into her speech to hide her origins and having her voice distortion to keep her voice deep, she began to speak in Huttese, directing her speech to the head of the Hutt Cartel "{Wise Grogga - can we really trust the Imperials? They say they can defend Nar Shaddaa but many know that where there is one Republic ship, others will follow. If these Imperials can fight off an armada, then why do they need us? And what then? They will leave us to the Senate!}"

Her tone was fast, aggressive and silently she hoped that none of the imperials were fluent in Huttese otherwise she would have some answering to do. She could not afford losing this deal and the impending doom for the Republic Ship sparked her to action.

[User]
Xanthe had mostly zoned out on the long escort run; Gee had mostly kept the autopilot ticking over and there wasn't a whole lot else to focus on.

At least until the radio perked up. Squints were bad news at the best of times, easily able to outrun and outmanoeuvre larger craft like their X-Wings. And her last simulated run through Endor hadn't exactly ended well.

With a sigh, she reached forward and tapped a control, shifting her craft's S-foils into combat position and shunting power into the laser cannons. As the first green bolts surged past them, she dragged the stick back and left, pulling her fighter into a long climbing turn before pitching back down to aim at the closest grey screamer.

[Assistant]
Suddenly the peace and quiet that had enveloped the Ardent's bridge was gone. With a screeching sound the combat alarm came to life and Kara's view immediately wandered to the scope spotting the TIE Interceptors incoming. Quickly she opened intercom and simultaneously pressing the button sounding for battle stations.
"All crew, battle stations. Scramble the fighters." She tried to sound as confident as possible and she was certain she achieved bringing a little more calmness into everybody's mind by staying calm over the comms.

And to be honest, it wasn't the TIE Interceptors she was worried about, no, not at all. It was more the thought behind the TIE's. Throughout Republic military it was very well known that almost all TIE variants don't actually have hyperdrives equipped, so there had to be some vessel the TIE's were launching their strike from, and judging from their apparent attack vector they couldn't have come from the planet's surface.
Just until the last X-Wing left had taken off Kara had kept the vessel as straight as possible, but when the fighters were away, Kara took the Ardent into a steep climb making the TIE's, which were not engaged in a dogfight with the Republic fighters, miss. A quick roll later, the fighters were in the scopes of the Ardent's gunners sending bright red flashes towards them.

Although Kara did her best to avoid most of the returning fire, there was only so much manoeuvring you could do in a corvette and of course several laserbolts hit the shields, but they were holding. It took a lot more than a few Interceptors to take down a Corellian Corvette, much less one retrofitted with a hangar.
"Now... where is that fricking carrier?"

[User]
Bounty Hunter Krat Gyton

Krat was on top of a high building that had a clear view on the warehouse the meeting was taking place at. He looked through his scope at the building while proning. It became clear soon that there were a lot of stormtroopers and mercs guarding the building of interest, far too many for Krat to take on alone, even with his aim.

He then heard canonfire going on. He searched the skies for what caused this noise, and saw a Republic vessel being shot at by multiple TIE-interceptors. It looked like they were in trouble, and Krat could use some help as well. He activated the intercom inside his helmet. "Denying, get the X-Wing to my position. And before you ask: No, you may not shoot at anyone while on your way here. We need to spare the energy for when the real battle starts."

He looked through his scope again, this time activating the heatvision-function on his visor. It looked like a lot of the people inside, which were a lot to begin with, were widespread, meaning that explosives like a thermal charge wouldn't be as effective. He heard Denying on his intercom, crawled back a bit, then got up, put his blaster back on his back and walked to the other side of the building.

There was his loyal droid waiting a few meters underneath him in the X-Wing with an open cockpit. He jumped of the building, fell a few meters before using his jetpack to slow down the fall and landed safely inside the cockpit, which closed right behind him. "Get the scoreboard ready, buddy! We are going to help some Republic guys." he said before heading off towards the ongoing battle, while still flying low between the buildings as cover.


[System]
Position: Student
Age: 15

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Proficiency/Abilities: Ashley has the powers of supernatural strength and agility. She is inhumanly strong, but also very fast. She uses her powers quite frequently. But if she uses them too often, she quickly becomes exhausted and worn down.

Identification: Ashley is just above average in height, being around 5'5. She has light brown skin with intense, deep chocolate brown eyes and penny colored hair that she holds is a high ponytail. Her hair is 90% straight, but it drastically curls near the bottom which is shoulder length in her ponytail and is neatly kept. She usually wears sporty clothing, such as a white tee-shirt with the numbers "63" on the front and back along with either neutral colored shorts or maroon sweatpants with athletic tennis shoes. She is toned, mostly in her arms. She often has a frown on her face and her eyebrows furrowed.

Personality: Ashley can be very aggressive to some people, especially since she is a rad feminist. She hates guys with a passion of a million fires. She likes to be in charge of things, especially sport related subjects. She respects most females, only if they aren't dating any guy, then she also hates that person. Her mood can change from 0 to 100 in a split second if something were to upset her. Although she can be aggressive, she enjoys hanging out with her very specifically chosen friends. She is also protective over her friends and isn't afraid to speak her mind.

Backstory: When Ashley was younger, she was dating someone who claimed to love her with all of his heart and she believed him 100%, returning his "feelings". But when he broke up with her for another girl, Ashley beat him up and declared that she would never love another guy. She then founded the rad feminist club, "Sisters United" she soon became a feared leader as she would attack any guys that came into sight. Nearing the end of middle school, she learned about "The Academy" from one of her loyal followers. She soon decided that she would join the school and continue Sisters United legacy.

Other: Rad feminist

[User]
The Train Station, Orientation Day

'Be smooth.' A shaky breath stuttered passed Seren's lips in an attempt stop themself from wringing their hands. Instead of the calming force the exhale was supposed to be, it only highlighted the fact that Seren even needed to calm down in the first place. As such, their skittish hand did not cease, and they had to consciously remind themself to keep their shoulders from hunching in apprehension. 'Just take the first step,' Seren instructed themself in thought, 'and then the next. It's simple.' Following their own lead, Seren did just that, and finally stepped off from the train platform to the mouth of the forest that surrounded the mountain on which The Academy sat. Seren disappointedly sighed at themself before repositioning their rucksack up on their back. They shouldn't be so nervous, but they had anticipated this. Seren knew themself well enough to know how they got in new situations, and Seren had learned how their siblings started to get when Seren was in new situations.
No longer the cool disposition from Maeve watching their back; the brewing machinations from Armani plotting to scare Seren even more; and most affectionately missed, no longer did Erika give Seren's hand a warm squeeze that promised everything was going to be alright. Before they could stew in their own thoughts Seren brought theemself back to attention. They knew Maeve and Armani were waiting on them, even if Armani had promised that the two of them would go on ahead as per Seren's request. 'They can probably see me now,' Seren silently worried. 'Gotta act normal.' With false conviction they marched up towards the trail. They had a long way to go to the top. Seren forced themselves to smile, and shoved their anxious hands into the pockets of their hoodie. "No turning back now," they muttered under their breath. Seren approached the worn and beaten trail that snaked its way through the woods, up the mountain, and to The Academy. Seren glanced backwards as they continued walking. Behind them was the train station, the last place between home and here. In front of them was a student, whom Seren just barely managed to see the back of before walking horns first into them. The opposite of smooth and normal

[Assistant]
"Tch." The small boy clicked his tongue in distaste as he propped himself up against the school's wall. Raphael absentmindedly twirled a stud earring around in his earlobe, avoiding eye contact with others as much as humanly— or, "fairily"— possible.
It had been less than a week by his count since he had discovered his fae origins, out of the mouth of his true birth mother herself. Raph was still annoyed by the idea, so much it almost made that magical blood that ran through his veins boil. On top of all that, and running away from home to be a migrant lounging on school property, the damned headmistress actually had forced him to enroll. Rather, she threatened him nonchalantly that if he didn't either enroll or get the hell off her property, she was going to tell his family just where he had run off too. Evil woman..
Raphael pulled his jacket a little tighter in the chilly autumn air, glad for the sunlight that poured down at least. Eventually they decided to let the group of waiting students inside, Raph one of the first to bolt his way inside so he didn't get stuck next to other people.
Raphael sat about as far away from others as he could, tuning out the blabbering of the headmistress and allowing his golden eyes to wander the outside world beyond this school. He already felt claustrophobic in here.

Soon enough the whole introduction was over, and the blonde boy pushed out of the wooden seat to go scower the place on his own. His golden eyes flickered between the mass of students, feeling nausea rise in his throat at how obviously fake they were to each other: smiling and laughing with complete strangers? Give him a break.
But, a sudden lightbulb clicked on in his head. Well... if they're so busy chatting it up, they probably wouldn't notice a pickpocket walking off with their wallets, now would they? A slight evil smirk played on his lips, finding his target (anyone) and elegantly sweeping behind them, nimble fingers taking hold of the corner of their wallet from their back pocket and quickly stuffing it into his jacket.

[User]
Ashley whipped her head around, infuriated that a guy would dare approach her and rudely interrupt her conversation. She balled her fists and lifted her chin, making eye contact.
 "How dare you!" Ashley began raising her voice. "I don't know who you think you are, but you'd better back up quick! It's was quite obvious that I was in a conversation, a conversation that didn't include you," She harshly poked him in the chest, her eyes narrowed as she stared him down. "It's quite sad that you didn't realize that," she said, turning back to Lalisa. "And yes, all guys are lesser to us, they're just the dirt we walk on. If you need an example-" Ashley began pointing around the room, at every male person, including the one she was talking to. She also pointed to to guys which one of them had his arm over the other. "See? They pretend to care for each other, only to betray them in the end," she then grabbed the cookie out of Lalisa's hand and threw it across the room. "And no, he doesn't get that cookie," she crossed her arms, still furious.

[Assistant]
Lalisa is... confused. Does Ashley read minds, too? Or maybe she has some sort of future-seeing ability. Or maybe she just... doesn't like guys, for whatever reason. Emotional baggage?

"it sounds like you have bad experiences with males," she observes, watching her cookie disappear into the crowd. "That's two cookies on your tab. I don't have that many, you know. Please refrain from throwing them in fits of anger." Turning to the boy, she gives him a polite smile and bow.

"Honestly, I prefer to judge each person as an individual, and not as a whole. I'm sorry about the cookie, though."

[User]
Still with a watchful eye locked onto the man and two women, Feine's mind wandered from seeking inspiration from his next piece, albeit temporarily. It was definitely an interesting interaction to Feine, though he couldn't put his finger on why.

However, what sidetracked the young writer was a brief realization, one which had arose out of the depths of Feine's mind all of a sudden. It was something he hadn't realized before. Feine temporarily shifted his glance away from the group of three, and instead looked around the room. People were talking, having fun, and making dumb jokes, while Feine was all alone, as he'd done so in the past - he justified this as willingly, though this wasn't true. What Feine realized, however... was that so far, this assembly of sorts was exactly the same as the ones he'd experienced, back in 'regular' schools.

A wave of disappointment struck Feine. These people had been blessed with all sorts of supernatural powers, yet they rotted away doing the same things they'd always done - gossiped and gabbed about who knows what. The existence of these 'powers' was still rather new to Feine. He didn't consider that to others, they were completely normal... but for himself, they were largely foreign, outside of literature.

"How... disappointing." Feine spoke to himself in a level tone... only to realize he'd spoken what he'd been thinking. A common problem, which led to a few students giving Feine confused looks once more. "Forgiv- no, consider that a look into a brilliant mind, if you can even comprehend it. Otherwise, just go ahead and babble some more as I seek inspiration."

But following the wave of disappointment came forth a surge of relief as another thought made itself clear to Feine. These students likely hadn't utilized their powers here at the Academy, yet. In all regards and purposes, so far the school was completely normal in terms of what anyone had experienced... at least, that was what Feine thought. It wasn't particularly important to him what his fellow students got themselves wrapped up into, unless it provided entertainment and inspiration to the writer, Feine Rhiter. Otherwise? It was null and void to him.

Feine shifted his attention back to the group of three, though. Feine overheard some a loud voice - he presumed it was one of the ladies, but who knew? Feine knew full well that life was a mysterious thing, full of surprises. Was it the blonde lady with the cookie who yelled? No, perhaps it was the man? Or maybe - maybe it was the lady Feine had dubbed a tomboy in his head? As it would turn out, it was the latter.

With eyes like a hawk, Feine watched the group converse, seeking inspiration. Excitement had made itself known in the group of three, for one of the women had raised their voice! While Feine couldn't quite hear what they were saying, it was interesting nonetheless, and opened up several realms of interpretation. Perhaps she was defending the man from the cookie? Or perhaps she wanted it herself? Who knew?

But eventually, the cookie was thrown across the room, all of a sudden... this surprised Feine, who raised an eyebrow and stood up. What an interesting turn of events! Who knew that a cookie would lead to inspiration for Feine! Inspiration could truly come from the most unlikely of places.

Perhaps the tomboy lady was a hero, who saved the man from consuming a dangerous cookie? By tossing it into the crowd, the man was saved... perhaps. Feine straightened out his green scarf as he stood up... then laughed. In seconds, however, he covered his mouth and ceased his laughter.

Feine had a bit of an interest in this group, now... and took a few steps closer to them, only to abruptly stop himself and turn away.

'If I go closer to them, then I run the risk of interfering with the natural order of things. In this case, I would be a variable that may just influence what events they undergo... thus, that could be a downside. Though, these people seem interesting. I have no doubt I stand over them, but even a lion takes interest in mice, do they not? Asking them a few questions may prove beneficial. I need to think this over.

[Assistant]
Mikale watched as the now aggressive girl took the cookie from the other girls grasp and launched it, unable to contain himself he burst out in laughter.
 "You must be confident in your abilities to make such ridiculous statements, you do have abilities don't you otherwise you wouldn't be here. So show me, hit me with your best shot!" Mikale leaned forward pointing his cheek towards her. He assumed she'd have strong physical abilities but doubted her abilities were fire based, he was willing to make a gamble, to probably make a friend. Despite her radical ideals he admired her confidence.

[User] Ashley scoffed. "Oh, so now you believe you can order me around? Well, think again because I'm not so easily tricked," she stood her ground, eyeing him. "You must have a lot of confidence in yourself to challenge me, but I'm not listening to you anymore, so goodbye," although staying where she was, refusing to move. She was extremely tempted to accept his offer, but she was smarter than that. She wanted to say, "Nice try, though," but she would never give a compliment to someone like him, or any guy in fact.


[System]
@JELDare
Photo:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers.

How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers.

Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time.

History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now.

Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.

[User] Elza blinked rapidly and looked around curiously, random teleportation okay then. "I guess that means we've started. Guess we should find someone to beat up, I can cloak us in darkness, then if we stick to the shadow's we'll be invisible." Elza offered while readying her scythe. She had to admit she was somewhat excited for this.

[Assistant] "Allow me to help you Eris. I can tank magic damage with my scales, but I'm not a amazing in combat, so I couldn't be upfront."

[User] Charlie watches them "what would you like me to do?.. like I said I can do any role thanks to my summoning power" he says "though I need to know what because the strongest equipment I can summon normally takes a lot out of me for a little bit, so best know what I need to do so I can bring it out before" he states, looking between his team mates.

[Assistant] @The ghost in black@Vec Slick looked around, they were at the lowest point on the island, therefore the most vulnerable. "Guys, we should make a base, or at least somewhere. Otherwise, we're gonna be picked off easily."

[User]
Tony raised an eyebrow, "none? Absolutely none? I mean, by defensive spells are great, but what you're saying is that we're untouchable? If your defensive spells are that strong then let Lucy, Ryan, and I do the attacking while you make sure nothing hits us. Lucy can disappear, and not only disappear, but become untraceable. That means she can go spy on other teams for us or sabotage them. Who do you think is going to be the most dangerous team for us? Marcus' or Slick's?"

Tony slashed the air and commanded, "apertus!" This made a small pocket of space open up for him and he reached in and pulled out his spellbook. He put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and began chanting. A magic circle appeared under both of them. "Since everyone here has very destructive powers, I gave you a temporary physical buff. You'll be a lot faster, stronger, and more durable than normal." Lucy nodded, making a fist, then she grinned. "Sweet."

[Assistant]
Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit
Location: Town Center

After being teleported, Cruz looked around while doing his analysis with his power. "Oho, now that's something. What are you doing now?", Lyn asked to him. "I'm analyzing our surroundings. By now, all that I can say is that the teams aren't so far from each other.", he said, still analyzing everything. "Oooh, that's not good! Is the team with that girl that wants to test you near us?", Pamela asked, worried. "Call it as luck as you want, but they aren't so near. Yet they aren't so far.", he said.

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Agni Blackheart
Location: Town Center

The teleportation was fast. As the process ended, Agni finally released his arm off from Elza's grip. After that, he walked towards a direction. "... I don't know what you'll be doing, but I'm going after someone. I aim him since the teams were formed. If any of you touch him, I'll bring you down to hell and I don't care if you're from my team or not.", he said. After that, he walked towards a direction. Agni wanted to bring Cruz down with his own hands and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way.

[User]
@floodtalon

Meruin frowned. "Oh, wait, there is a small problem. The spell that prevents any attacks from being effective also affects us, me included. So long as I use it, when I mean no one can attack, I mean that quite literally."

The small mage closed her eyes and looked about. She extended her conscioussness to everywhere around them. It was the start of the match and luckyily, no one had thought to conceal themselves yet, so she could sense their energies easily. Now, let's see if she can't make anyone squirm for a bit . . .

"Tony, Ryan and . . . Lucy, correct? I feel like I want to make things a little more interesting for everyone," said Meruin, the equivalent of a devilish smirk on her otherwise unexpressive face. "Guard me, just in case anyone approaches."

Meruin began chanting.

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NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL SPELL GOES OFF: 23 - @MagusDream @JELDare @olcharlieboi @Eklispe @The ghost in black@Vec @Slendy@BranchOfSin @ScorpionLantern @Shikaru @Dash375

[Assistant] Ryan smiled as he felt power flow through him. "I suggest we just walk. It's highly likely that someone will come to us, so let's dictate the battlefield. If we want to go on the offensive we should go after Marcus and his team. He will be more annoying to go fight, so why not get him out of the way first?" Ryan suggested with a shrug. He then thought for another moment. "If we really wanted to we could just have Meruin use the equivalent of a magical nuke though. That would be a lot simpler."

[User] Slick felt the change in the wind. "Something's happened, there's a magic distill in the air."

[Assistant]
Tony and Lucy took a defensive position on either side of Meruin. Well actually, people would only be able to see or sense Tony, Lucy was completely erased from the world. A  appeared under Tony, he crossed his arms. "So what is it then? Are we attacking or defending? If his team comes to us I can deal with the rest of them while you take out Marcus."

@TheHangedMan

[User] Charlie looks to slick ".....hm.. alright" he opens his palm as four rings appear in it "each take a ring" he says "... these will help protect against anything that might be non-phyiscal magic.. which Is probably what's in the air" he states. @JELDare @Vec @The ghost in black

[Assistant]
Deus

Deus put up a grin. It seemed that Meruin was about to activate a Major Spell. He put his hand on Marcus, then lastly and definitely least, Cornelia. "I just gave you guys the Abilty to Manipulate Wind, this will make you extremely fast and of course allow you to control Wind at it's fullest." Deus began to chant Latin words as a small black hole appeared in both of his hands. "Can yoy guys cover me, meanwhile I attempt to activate an Ability to stop whatever it is that Meruin is chanting?" Deus asked.

Cornelia

Cornelia felt power course through her body as Deus implanted the ability to control Wind into her. She felt faster, and that was saying alot. Her Enhanced Speed plus the Wind buff would make her extremely fast. "Fine, Dear Brother, I shall defend you for now, I'll kill you later." Cornelia said as transparent wires began to emerge from inside her body, at the end of the wires there were Knives attached.

[User] "Thanks Charlie" Slick said grabbing and putting on a ring. "Now which way do we head?"

[Assistant]
Alex agreed with Slick, but not because he thought they would be picked off easily by the other teams. "Well, the other teams, if they are competent at all, will have already started moving. Us sitting here, chatting won't help us in winning this" he told the others.

"What's mo-" he was cut off by the sudden increase in the magnitude of the electromagnetic field surrounding the island. He shot a glance at the others and they seemed to have also noticed this change in the air. Then Charlie suddenly summoned four rings, keeping one for himself and distributing the rest to the other three. "Judging by the magnitude, there are few people enrolled in the academy that could cast such a spell. I'd say it was probably Arcadios or Meruin. If its the latter then are you sure these rings will be enough to protect us from her attack, presuming it is an attack that is and not something else entirely..."

[User]
@Vec@JELDare

"Thanks" Eris said as she took the ring and slipped it on then brought up a shield of light "ok me and you will be the vanguard while Charlie and Alex play defence I'll take care of physical attacks if that is fine with you guys" she said before she jumped up on a roof to survey the area dousing her presence while she was up there.

[Assistant] Slick smiled, magic tank is want I was made for, he thought. My plan to beat the student council snobs is almost done.

[User] Liz felt a pain when Deus tried to give her wind powers as Euphie and her own body plain out rejected them causing her to fall onto one knee for a second as her body went limb "I thought I told you my body litterally can not do magic." She huffed getting annoyed at now Deus and Marcus but put it aside as she took on her water elemental form "But if you want protection, then a few water barriers should help." She shrugged and formed a sphere of water around Dues before making more each slightly bigger and encompassing the last sphere "Marcus, new girl. Go guard the perimiter, if you encouter someone pull them away from this location or get away safely till Deus is done." Liz ordered becoming more serious now a fight was begining just like her fight with Marcus.

[Assistant] Ryan looked around as he felt several people getting ready. " We defend. If Marcus comes after us then I shall annihilate him." Ryan began floating in the air as water fell off of him and crept towards the trees. It began forming a net in between all the trees and started to freeze into ultra durable ice. "Lucy, if you could could you begin patrolling the area 200 meters around us? I would greatly appreciate a quick report when you see an enemy team coming." Ryan continued to float as the water stopped coming off of him and he instead began erecting barriers of earth around Meruin and in various other spots so he could bluff people.

[User] "Hmmmmm protect or Fight..... Liz can I please fight! I promise to go straight after Meruin." He begged and pleaded. "Please I'll owe you another one if you let me." Marcus could wait. A full out rumble of brains and bronze. Hopefully nothing comes back in bites him in the ass during one of his battles. But telling from what happened to Marcus in the last fight he had, he won't be having a happy ending this time.

[Assistant] Lucy took off, not that anyone could notice. She noticed one girl on a roof, and the groups were still talking. No one had started fighting yet. She got the feeling that they were all coming for their team for some reason. Lucy also saw those rings, she told herself to remember that, it was probably important.

[User]
Deus

Deus sighed. What was the point of activating his ability, if he didn't even know what she was going to do. He deactivated the black holes, and sat down. Fire, and Water began to emerge from Deus's body. In a second's notice the Fire covered his whole body, just like a Human Torch. The water enveloped his feet and fists. His eyes became as Red as the red moon. He looked at Liz. "Liz! Release the barriers please." Deus said.

Cornelia

Cornelia began running forward, seeing as how Deus wouldn't need anymore help. She didn't plan on giving him help. She lunged at Liz, knowing that she was on her team. She wanted to piss Deus off more. Being careful, seeing as how must things would have just gone through her, she Summoned a lighting rod, using her Subjective Reality ability: Omnificence. As she struck her she quickly retreated. Seeing as how this was a battle, she guessed that injuries would be counted as an accident.

[Assistant]
Elza walked backwards alongside Agni keeping up the conversation, "That seems kind of silly, besides I don't even think you know how to get to Hell. No one i've meet does anyway." she said and then began thinking about it a little harder, "Hmmmm, I wonder if theres like a map or something..." Elza said letting the sentence trail off as she put some actul thought into while she walked alongside Agni.

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@xXSINXx
Sol warped the room closed and looked towards town suspicously, some serious magic was being preped, it felt suspicously.... Meruiny. He walked into the school and was about to walk out when he noticed two poeple standing around akwardly talking, he called out, "Hey, feels like there's going to a pretty sweet lightshow in town in not to much longer, care to come up with me?" he asked the two standing right before the stairway to the top of the building.

[User] Liz nodded "Sure thing De..GAAAH" She shouted out in pain as the electrcity ran through her water body shocking to her very soul, destroying her water body without any quick signs of it reforming which could possibly be inferred that the blow had killed her off unable to reform a body anymore. Though just like Liz was trying to do before she was attacked the barriers all fell down leaving Deus able to do his attack now.


[System]
The Mundane
Age: 17

Sanctum City: Hasta

Description: Nicole is a girl of average height, a slender build, and irrepressible good cheer to cram inside it. Blue-eyed and always grinning, her sharp features are framed by scarlet hair, cut fashionably to the bottom of her neck with bangs that occasionally fall into her eyes.

Hasta is one of the world's most fashionable Sanctum Cities, with all but its poorest denizens dressed beautifully in casual, flowing fashions and bright colors. Nicole is no exception, although she does her best to dress fashionably casual. Whether oversized hoodies or cropped tops, tight jeans or her school uniform's skirt, one of her only sartorial mainstays is the peach colored tassel scarf she's almost always thrown haphazardly around her neck. Sometimes she'll top her head in a cute little beret.

Personality: A laid-back and cheerful girl who always tries her best at everything. Nicole may not be the most zealous fighter or the most charismatic presence, but she's a stabilizing force among what may otherwise be a chaotic ensemble of students. She exudes a quiet calm about most things, a playful energy often expelled through practical jokes, and a willingness to laugh at herself and others. She's grown up into a fairly privileged life and tries to keep that knowledge in the back of her mind, so it allows her some measure of empathy for other girls who may not have had it as easy as she did. It makes her a solid, unifying presence among friend groups and just a generally good time to be around.

Though she plays it close to the chest, Nicole is a deeply idealistic, romantic girl, with notions of true love and eternal good vibes that she tries not to espouse too often. She has a headful of dreams about some kind of nebulous "better life," although what that life would be like and how it would be an improvement over her own free-flowing existence is something she hasn't quite figured out.

Background: Nicole was born among the upper middle class of the beautiful, fashionable, (sort of) sunny Sanctum City of Hasta. One of the cultural capitals of the world, her childhood was cosmopolitan and largely peaceful, with a large pool of friends across all walks of life. Her parents did what they could to shelter her through much of her childhood, but they were politically active people, often taking up the causes of the downtrodden and unfortunate who were unable to share in Hasta's joys. Eventually, as she grew older, Nicole came to share their passion for altruism.

For a time, like most girls, she dreamed that she was a secret princess - some long-lost member of a Duodecim family, someone who could achieve great heights and make a difference in a scary world. Eventually, she had given up on that dream and resolved to make change in meaningful, realistic ways somehow. It was realizing her magical potential at the age of thirteen that helped give her a sense of wonder again, made her dream of stopping Voids and serving as a paragon for all the world's helpless - someone with the power to make people listen.

Having decided her dream was worth pursuing once again, in a decidedly more fantastical direction this time, Nicole applied to Nova Lux Academy with stars in her eyes, and was overjoyed to be accepted.

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The Magic
Armgaus Name: Twinkling Scarlet Emerald

Gladius:
Vedfolnir
A blued steel sabre balanced to Nicole's hand, with a small, polished chunk of red beryl at the hilt. Its size belies the potential reach of the blade, as combined with her Elementum Nicole's slashes can seem to extend three times longer than the length of the blade would suggest.

Parma: Nicole's eyes and hair glow a brighter orange, her skin begins to twinkle slightly, and she wears an all-white ensemble of her normal beret, a midriff baring top and shorts, with thigh high boots and a holster.

Elementum: Wind

Elementum Abilities:  In keeping with her elementum and her own breezy personality, Nicole has a great degree of agility and levity, often joking that she can dodge any attack thrown at her as long as she's not feeling lazy. It may not be an entirely empty boast; though not a particular powerhouse, her agility makes her a capable duelist with her sabre. She can also use her ability to make great leaps, bordering on sustained flight if she can keep her concentration - although doing so obviously limits her effectiveness in combat.

[User]
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"Hopefully the next exercise won't try to kill us like the real thing," Penny mutters under breath. She takes a deep breath as she approaches them.

"Ahem," she clears her throat. "Hi, uh... anyone... care to dance...?"

"Ow sh-" Penny starts when Dima steps on her foot again, before she bites her tongue, trying to keep from swearing at a formal event. "Sorry, I have no idea how to waltz-"

She pulls back awkwardly when she accidentally steps on his foot yet again.

"Ah cr- uh, sorry about that..." she mutters. She almost misses his question.

"What? Oh, er, sure, you're... you're free to ask," she begins. "Just... try not to ask personal questions 'kay?

"In the shows? Sorry about that, I'm still kinda new. Been a couple months 'round here, so haven't been on any missions yet.

"Though what kind of shows do you watch?" she asks curiously. "Ah, actually, forget I even brought it up...

"Powers? Well, pretty much lightning-based. Haven't mastered the 'shoot lightning' bit yet, but I can charge my attacks with lightning for some real damage. I can also charge my own body with it, don't ask how that works. It works great at parties though; I can light lamps with my fingers and do the joybuzzer trick without needing a joybuzzer!"

[Assistant]
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Dana frowned when she heard the annoyance in Penny's voice. "Hey, I was only messin' around!" the Norban protested. "I mean, you are really fun to tease, but I didn't wanna make ya feel uncomfortable or anything, honest! I just thought that ya might have a bit more fun if ya opened up a little and got to know some of the other people here. And let's face it," she added with a grin. "You're kinda a celebrity, so I'm sure they'll wanna get to know you!"

Soon enough, the pair had reached the trio of young men. Incidentally, and much to Dana's amusement, the officer cadets seemed just as nervous as Penny, but after introductions had been made, the tallest of their number managed to muster up the courage to ask Penny for a dance. Dana, meanwhile, received an invitation from a cadet who, although slightly shorter, was far more massive. Noah, the cadet in question, presented a stark contrast to the rather diminutive Dana, and the pair made quite the incongruous sight as they moved about the dance floor. Thankfully, both seemed to have enough dancing ability to keep things from becoming too awkward.

"My parents made me learn how to dance a little," Noah explained. "But it's been a while."

"That's cool," Dana observed. "And you're doing great! I recently got some lessons from my teammate, Vanna," she added. "So hopefully I shouldn't mess up too badly," the cheerful Norban giggled.

Noah went on to say that he, too, hailed from Norba, which made Dana's smile grow even wider. "Wow, really? That's awesome! And yeah, it's kinda crazy to think how far away from home we are," she added. "But I don't really mind it all that much. I mean, being chosen as an Ars Magi and gettin' to come to Nova Lux is like somethin' right outta my favorite stories and shows, a real adventure! How about you?" she asked her muscular partner. "Have ya been enjoyin' your time here so far?"

[User]
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"So, Dima," Penny continues, trying not so much dance as wobble around in one place. "Where're you from? What's your home like, and do you miss it? What do they teach you at the Academy, and do you like it there?

"Going back to what you said about being an Ars Magi... I'd be lying if the shows didn't help me make up my mind. So far, it's been a bit routine, but there have been... interesting tests. Being an Ars Magi can be pretty exhilarating, at least to me. It's like... I dunno, I feel like I can just cut loose, do things nobody else can, really take it to the limit. The funny thing is, I'm not even an adrenaline junkie, or at least I wasn't before I got here. I just... wanted to help protect the people and things I care for..."

[Assistant]
Nicole was a little flummoxed by Cordelia's dancing at first. She'd always been fantastic on her feet, sure, but her expertise in that area came from years of floundering in mosh pits or bouncing up and down, working up a sweat beneath the disorienting strobes of Hasta's club scene. They were different beasts than something as elegant as this waltz, and girls like their new teammate weren't usually the kind of guys or girls Nicole was pressed up against in the writhing throngs of partiers at home. The social aspects of this whole affair - helping all the girls look their fashionable, neomilitaristic best, helping them with what to say to mingle, maybe some winks at the fellas and some compliments for the girls - she could nail. But like at a club, there was always the anxiety that she could roll an ankle and completely eat shit while trying to look sophisticated.

Cordelia's whispering might have gone a long way in that regard, but she felt the noble-born girl taking the lead in their dance and decided to cede control to her for the first phase of their dance. Her words made Nicole think of Astrelle again with a twinge - it was hard to believe that her roommate had disappeared in the night the way she had, or been reassigned away from them. Had her family pulled some strings at her own insistence to get her pulled out? Was that even possible at this point? Had she struck someone a little too closely for comfort with her conspiratorial mindset?

"But that won't happen with me. I'm here to stay. Please count on me."

"Ha." The storm cloud over Nicole's head broke, and the redhead grinned impishly at the new girl's oath of loyalty. "Alright, roomie. I've got your back, you got mine. Score."

The waltz brought them closer together; she felt the gems inset in their navels touch like the tines of forks, sending a tingle through her body that sent her teeth burrowing into her lip.

"Would you like to try taking the lead, darling?"

Nicole laughed aloud and decided to give the second phase of their dance a whirl; thankfully, the song was a bit livelier, and as with many casual applications Nicole found herself more graceful and fearless when performing precise movements. It was as though she was now permanently in her element, fleet-footed and incapable of falling. It felt fantastic. After a while, even waltzing did too. She was about to ask Cordelia if she was into a drink when someone tapped her new teammate on the shoulder and offered to take her - Nicole Cognoscenti, perennially friendzoned just a month ago - off Cordelia's hands. She looked the girl offering to trade out Cordelia's place in their waltz - exotic-looking, with eyes that twinkled and hair that drank in the light around them. Nicole looked over to her own partner and felt her heart lurch slightly at his appearance - golden-skinned, amber-eyed, serious and surly, so like her own childhood best friend she had seen off with a knuckle touch. For a second she was tempted to run over to him and double-check it wasn't him in disguise, trying to fuck with her a little; she wanted to quiz him about weapons, music, or mocking passers-by based on their appearance, all favorite pastimes of his. She remembered the last time she had seen him, in the soft shadows, hazy lights, and pouring rain at the top of the White Tower. Jericho's hair had been plastered over his face, the color of dark chocolate with midnight streaks, and a single streak of crimson that he so carefully and regularly dyed. He chewed on the soaking-wet ends as he wished her goodbye.

She searched this cadet's hair; there was not a single trace of red. She felt bad for sizing him up like a replacement puppy. He was handsome, incredibly so, but he wasn't quite material for bumping fists in the courtyard.

She giggled, both out of amusement that she was being so heavily courted and from imagining how her torch song would be reacting to her attitude right now.

Goddamn it, Nicole. All the girls in the world who are capable of saving it, and the gods pick the one that thinks every boy from Osca looks alike. You're a danger to yourself and humanity in this shape. If I could go back in time ten years I would throw you from the monkey bars and save us all.

Ohhhh, yeah, she could hear him loud as day. That probably just proved her subconscious point - which meant it was worth taking under advisory. She grinned at the girl so gallantly offering to take her off Cordelia's hands, and outstretched her own to the almond-eyed cadet.

"I'd love to, babe," she said amiably, with a similar twinkle to her own partner's in her eye. "Nicole Cognoscenti - Hasta Vice."


[System]
Age: 29

Country of origin: Scottish-American

Native language and accent in English: English with a neutral spoken accent, knows how to speak and write some Scottish Gaelic

Appearance: A large, stocky man at 6'1 with a broad yet lithe and supple body, Fearghas presence is rather dominating when he applies himself. His musculature is defined from hours spent fencing, swimming, and rock climbing, paring down much of the fat on his body. Despite his size, Fearghas's features themselves are rather plain as people go. His face is gaunt, with blue eyes sunken slightly into the face, shoulder-length hair that he normally keeps back with a band topping his head. Personal beauty is not of importance to him but he keeps himself respectable nonetheless. His face is lined by a thin beard. Normally, he wears unassuming clothes, neither scruffy nor refined. At the time of his arrival, he is wearing a pair of climbing shorts, a breathable synthetic shirt, a pair of sturdy all-purpose shoes, climbing gloves, and a helmet and harness, along with his backpack.

Strengths: Physically adept in a variety of skills, able outdoorsman. Some knowledge of physics. Decent fencer if only recreationally. Good craftsman.

Weaknesses: Soft-spoken, although not an isolationist. Not very good at diplomacy. Disillusioned and will sometimes make rash or spiteful decisions. Some troubles controlling his temper. Somewhat alcoholic.

Possessions: Wind-up watch, two-days worth of energy bars, water, and beef jerky, 150 feet of nylon rope, a sleeping bag, small bag of personal hygeine items with toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, and deoderant, hatchet, box of matches, fold-up saw, a wallet with a driver's license, twenty dollars in cash, loose change, and two pictures of outings with his friends, pocket knife. Beanbags. Because reasons.

[User]
*Posting Note: Due to facilitate easy writing Kjartan's thoughts will be in plain English, his speech accented"

Kjartan Reinhølt

Blue eyes blinked groggily at the sky, and then squinted fiercely at the sunlight that danced across the scarred face. Kjartan was intensely aware of how much his head hurt and threw a muscled arm across his eyes to block out the sun all the while muttering under his breath. It took him a moment, perhaps it was the hang over, he wasn't sure, but he was suddenly aware of the smell of crushed earth and grass, and the unmistakable sensation of damp turf beneath his bare back and shoulders.

An idle thought flashed through his head as he lifted it slightly so that he could see through a narrow slit between his arm and his cheek, the lads would never let him live this down if he'd passed out on the rugby pitch. He was flat on his back, right knee in the air, kilt falling around his waist and he supposed it was a good thing he was wearing rugby shorts underneath or he'd be showing the world "the goods".

Through the gap he could now see a pair of tight blue jeans and black boots. Whoever this person was happened to be facing away from him and he smiled slightly at the curve of her backside as it strained against the jeans. He'd certainly woken up with less attractive women and not been able to remember the night, his initial concern was if he'd used protection or not, I he already had a half dozen illegitimate children running around the Commonwealth nations.

The thought was abruptly cut off as the person of his attention began to talk to someone else nearby and he raised his head some more to see a pathetic looking little fellow on the grass. His gaze shifted to the right and he saw more people. Now he was confused. He laid his head back down on the grass with a slight groan, maybe if he went back to sleep they would all be gone by the time he woke up and he wouldn't have to speak with any of them. That would probably be best. Yes, he'd do that.

His eyes flew open quite suddenly. He'd been at a fund raiser, now he remembered, and it hadn't been just ANY field he'd been on. It was a Team Scotland fund raiser and the team had been at Balmoral Castle to meet the Queen. He'd been one of the first selected to meet her because of his military service. Now he was worried he had passed out on the grounds of the castle. He sat up abruptly, his head spinning so hard he almost vomited. For a horrifying moment he thought he would but it passed swiftly and he staggered to his feet, eyes racing around as he turned quickly about him. No castle. No guards. In fact, beyond the people lying about in the grass with him, there was no one he knew at all.

"Thank ze gods..." He muttered out loud and allowed himself to sink into a crouch, head in his hands.

[Assistant]
Justin Beiber, the one whose backside the man had been admiring, turned around with a shining smile.

"You're welcome."

[User] Doctor I feel you, Doc, but you gotta learn how to spell your own character's name right. (Maybe hijack some other RPs while you're at it, eh? Maybe less serious ones with players who'll actually appreciate it?)

[Assistant]
Fearghas's face itched. A haze filled his thoughts, a darkness his eyes, and grit his mouth. He attempted to spit and eject the offending material from his tongue but his body would not respond. Neither could he raise a hand to relieve the itch on his face which he had determined to be grass. His mind registered no threat or unusual situation despite his apparent paralysis, focused instead entirely on the fact that there were unwanted plants and minerals invading his face.

A burning began to form in Fearghas's body, somewhere below his head. Each second made the pain increase in intensity and size, spreading up and down his form. Noise broke his reverie and his lungs opened along with his mouth, air rushing in to resucitate him before lack of oxygen knocked him unconscious. Quick, soft gasps escaped his lips, accompanied by a shuddering all across his body. The presence that had been clouding his mind cleared, leaving Fearghas in a lucid state.

He screamed, a deep-throated yell of primal fear, hands scrabbling around him as he rolled. In panic for a couple of seconds, his mind slowly came to the realization that he was not about to die. He wasn't falling. But the last memory he had was that of hanging of a cliff face. What the hell is going on?

Lifting his pained head to glance around him, Fearghas saw that he was in a prairie with several other people, seeming to be in a similar state of confusion. Scrabbling backwards, he trampled a hard object, turning to see that it was his backpack. Eyes crinkled as he tried to affirm that assumption. Slowly opening the bag, he found that a good number of the items inside were damaged in some way, mostly the food-stuffs. Yes, this was his. Returning his attention to the others, he waited, uncertain as to what to do.

[User]
Raphael seldom had trouble falling to sleep but this night was different. He assumed it was because of the excitement he would experience the next day. Everything was in place; his mother had prepared her meals, his coworkers would have the office space decorated for the occasion and even his young daughter had been given the task of screaming "CONGRATULATIONS" when he returned home. So why was he having so much trouble sleeping? One could guess that blame belonged to his meticulous nature, but he had gone over all the details time and again and everything was in place. Coming to this conclusion he attempted to rest once again, the fatigue making his eyes heavy, the excitement making his mind spin.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed but he soon found himself staring blankly at the wall, the sound of his television barely audible and his sleep ever elusive. Shaking himself, he stood from his bed and glanced around his room. A stiff stretch and dragging steps brought him to his desk where a bit of his reading material sat. He took the seat in his chair and double checked the contents of his bag for the next day. He knew it was all present, he had checked twice before, but decided to look again.

Raphael couldn't tell you when it happened, hell he wasn't entirely sure he had ever gone to sleep, but it seemed like a split second later he was prone on his back and his eyes closed. As consciousness crept back into him a slight smile emerged onto his face. This is it. This is the day that he had planned so long and hard for. Slowly he opened his eyes and instantly knew something had gone wrong. The picture in front of him was an unfamiliar scene.

Instantly panic gripped him and he felt his pulse quicken, his breaths shallow and worried.

"Relax", he thought to himself, unsure of what his next move should be. He began to focus on breathing, separating his lips slightly and sending his exhaling breaths through and inhaling through his nostrils. His thoughts turned to his daughter and instinctively his right hand reached for the shining silver necklace locket.

"Everything will be fine."

Raphael sat up, dizziness threatening nausea. "Oh, what happened," he spoke out loud in a dry rasp. When he looked up, he noticed something that almost set him off again. He wasn't alone. No there were others and they all looked as if they were having similar experiences of confusion.

"Seven. There are seven including yourself. he thought as he scanned all the strangers. "Who are they, I wonder? Why are we all here?

He eyed them all with a sharp eye as he noticed his bag lying next to him and pulled it closer. He wasn't sure what to do next but think logically and so he stood and uneasily addressed the others.

"Hey, I'm Ralph. I don't recognize any of you, except her." He said quietly as he pointed to the Spanish looking lady. He knew he had seen her face in various places when spending time with his girlfriend and daughter. Maybe a magazine or runway show? "So, I'm very confused as to why I am here. Does anyone want to answer that?"

[Assistant]
At first there was relief. Relief that the person she was shaking was in fact alive and breathing. Then there was surprise as more and more people shifted and awoke and none of them seemed to be Bulgarian. Then again, hadn't she herself just spoken English? Why?

Confused and dizzy, Raya stared at the boy in front of her, taking in his red hair, his accent and his flaming hair. He was asking questions she couldn't answer. She hated not having answers so she really did struggle trying to get some, but none came. She couldn't even remember how she got here, let alone where this "here" is.

Then another woman interjected and said it's ridiculous she didn't have answers. Raya felt inclined to believe but the woman's tone and her ridiculously polished appearance made her brow twitched.

"Do you know where we are?" Looking at her, Raya assumed if this is a kidnapping attempt this woman would have been the target to begin with. The pretty woman just humped at her and started browsing in her handbag. Raya got up and reached out for the Irish-looking boy in front of her to help him up. As people awoke they were asking questions or muttering to themselves, and all were different but all seeming equally confused.

A black boy was the first to introduce himself and note that he didn't recognise anyone but the pretty woman. Raya didn't recognise her but as everyone started introducing themselves she realised she'd heard the name. The woman was famous for… whatever. And of course, she had an iPhone. And of course, that was out of coverage.

"So… where are you all from?" Raya asked, trying to figure out the task at hand. The answers painted a very confusing picture. Two Americans, two people from the British Isles, one girl from France, one from Spain and herself. What the hell? And apparently they all seemed to last remember being in their home-towns, nowhere close to each other.

Renata snapped her out of her thoughts with a loud announcement that this is all utterly crazy and that she's "going". She took off towards the woods with the other girl falling in toe silently. Raya threw them a worried glance, hoping they would be alright but was too shy to try and stop them. She looked over the rest of them, all guys. Her mouth felt dry.

"Well… There's probably no use sitting around…." unless this is a mine-field she thought and shuddered. "…. So should we split up and explore the vicinity?" She suggested helplessly. There was no light-pollution around, no road, nothing. She spotted a tall tree a few hundred meters to the right and thought it might be a good idea to use it to get a better vantage point. "I'll try to climb that and look around." She suggested, throwing everyone a nervous glance. She wasn't especially trusting so being stranded in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers was more than unnerving but she was doing a good job at keeping the panic at bay so far. She just hoped it lasted.

[User]
Having recovered from his shock at not dying from a fall upon checking his bag, confirming that this was in fact the real world - unless heaven was strangely normal - he took time to actually examine the gathering of people around him. Most of them seemed not-American simply by the way they talked, held their posture, and felt. Fearghas had always considered himself adept at being able to sense the dispositions of others. A warmth and then pang of uncertainty spread through him as he remembered thinking he was psychic earlier in life. Where was home?

When he was asked where he came from, he swallowed a shudder. "America. Why are we here?" The answers from the others showed to him that whatever was happening, strange as it was, was not limited to simply one area. It made the possibility of a mass kidnapping for some unknown reason that much less likely. And villain logic dictated that any captives would be secured, unless of course they were being tested. Tests were never good, academic or otherwise. He enjoyed trials much more.

Two people took off, apparently estranged as to the whole situation. Safety in numbers, however, appeared much more preferable than to the chance of being caught out alone. Raya's next question further reinforced Fearghas's belief that he was psychic because otherwise how would he have answered the question without it being proposed?

"Uhm, I don't think splitting up is the best idea. I don't know any of you, and I don't know why we're here, but there is safety in numbers as the phrase goes. Maybe." Quieting down, he looked over at the tree which Raya had indicated. Checking back inside his bag, he saw that the rope had snapped , though where in the coil he couldn't tell due to all the other clutter. "If we're going somewhere, it should probably be together."


[System]
Age: 23
Appearance:

Power: Tsuki's able to hear and talk with dead individuals. She knows how someone will die when she meets them.

[User]
The rain poured down outside, fogging up the windows of her office. The clock was inching closer to midnight with every second. She sat on the sofa, hunched over with a drink in her hand. The office was more cluttered than usual as she'd given up on trying to have an apartment. Instead she'd moved her belongings into the office before she was evicted from her apartment. Tsuki may be skilled enough to support both through her work, but over the years she'd begun drinking more and working less. These days she only accepted cases that interested her or paid particularly well unless she was desperate for rent.

On the tinted glass of her office door "Detective medium" was written in large letters, and below it her name Aizawa Tsuki. That she was able to communicate with the dead often did make the job easy when she investigated murders, but it had made it too easy, plus the recently dead could be rather annoying and whiny. Yeah, I get it, you didn't plan on dying like this. Heard it a thousand times, chum. Cold cases were more interesting, or cases where the victims hadn't seen the face of their murderer. Some cases stayed with her though. One of the reasons she'd stopped working as much and drinking more were that the most gruesome cases refused to leave her, turning into nightmares in the dark of night.

A loud roar could be heard from somewhere outside, thankfully not too close, but it was shortly followed by screams and a siren. Tsuki took a swig of her drink, got up and walked over to the windows. She couldn't see much due to the darkness and the rain. Streetlights lit up the area some stories down and cars drove by, but there wasn't much other movement.

She emptied the remaining liquid in the glass while staring out at the city. Enfield, a city located in the northwestern part of Kapraenia, almost on the border to France. It was a medium sized city, with little going for it, but she had grown up here and it was home more than anywhere else. She had memories of this place going back to her childhood, some good and some bad. The most important thing of all was that she had her family, her friends and her contacts here though. Sometimes her job took her to far off countries, if they paid for her journey, but she always enjoyed returning home.

Tsuki sighed and returned to the sofa. She laid down, turned on the TV and made a mental note that she should buy a bed sofa if she was going to be living in her office from now on, or at the very least a sofa that was longer. There was breaking news about a griffin that had been released from a nearby zoo by some religious fanatic claiming their god had told them to do it. It wasn't really worth mention as news, considering how often some nutjob did something that their god had told them to do. She respected the gods, but preferred if they stayed out of her business. Tsuki began flipping through the channels, searching for something to watch.

[Assistant]
The day was a total bust. Ruby could hear the priests arguing over the com as she watched the rain pounding against the tinted glass of the car window, a siren sounding in the distance as if to remind her even more that this place was nothing like the serenity of the Celestial Nile compound. It has been raining all day, but in the morning it hadn't bothered her nearly as much as it did now. In the morning she'd stood up bright and early, eager and hopeful that this was the day they would find the moonchild. They'd driven for hours the day before, up and west from the fertile soils of the Nile Lake until they'd reached the small Celestial Church compound where they'd spent the night. They would need to be well-rested, so they had reasoned, in order to properly take on the sacred task of welcoming the moonchild into their proper life.

After a lifetime of being told there would be no one like her in this generation, Ruby had been overjoyed to hear of the divinations that had revealed the birth of another celestial child. The seers had of course been sceptical at first, but the directions had been so specific that they had to be true – or so Ruby kept telling herself. Truth be told, she was if possible even more invested in finding this child than the priests were. She'd never thought she would be able to meet anyone quite like her, but now that the possibility was there it was all she could think about.

The divinations hadn't said anything about the gender of the child, but Ruby was privately hoping for a little sister. She would take care of her, and play with her and teach her everything she would need to know. She wouldn't have to grow up being afraid all the time, because there would be someone there who was like her. Eventually she would grow up and together they would usher in a new age of balance, representing both goddesses on earth for the first time in generations.

Of course she knew it would never be that simple, but it was a fantasy she allowed herself to indulge in. In the end the was absolutely positive she would grow to love whoever this moonchild turned out to be. After all, they would be the one to free her from the weight of being the only Celestial in existence – the one who by all accounts should help people in the name of her mother wherever she goes. True, she wouldn't be ready for her full set of responsibilities for a few years yet, but it was a daunting prospect to have to face it alone.

A daunting prospect she'd might have to confront after all, she thought with a heavy sigh. They'd made their way over to the apartment complex the seers had pinpointed that morning, Ruby dressed up in a layered silk robe in oranges and yellows that was far more comfortable- and less intimidating- than the ceremonial clothing she usually wore out in public. She'd pulled her dreads up into an intricate bun on top of her head, with a small golden sun pinned in as the only decoration apart from her customary septum piercing, sun earrings and necklaces adorned with rubies, garnets and sunstones. She'd even gone for a minimum of golden eyeliner rather than the traditional face paints she wore for public appearances. She had been all set to meet the moonchild as 'Ruby the big sister' rather than 'Ruby Eleana, daughter of the sun', who people knew from their televisions or as a golden speck in the distance when she addressed the people on behalf of the Celestial Church on the longest day of the year.

It had been all for nought, though, as they went through address after address, first in the apartment complex and then in the surrounding houses. While they were all honoured- and a little intimidated- by the attention of the priests, all Ruby could do was watch from a distance as no one was able to set the holy paper aflame. She was almost tempted to touch the stupid thing herself- to feel it react to the divine spark within her and burn away with a bright, yet cool flame- but they were very expensive to make and they hadn't brought a lot of them. Besides, the light singe marks that were left by a few people that could boast divine ancestry in their lineage were proof enough that the papers worked. The problem was that they hadn't found the child of the moon, whose touch should send the little scrap of inscribed paper up in flames.

In the end Ruby hadn't gotten to even talk to anyone, only become increasingly impatient with every door the priests came scuttling back out of. She'd been doing breathing exercises to keep herself from doing something as embarrassing as singing the leather of the chairs all day, at first out of jittery excitement and later on to keep her mind of the hint of despair beginning at the back of her mind. Could it be that the seers really had been wrong? They had tried to warn her that divinations were not always what they appeared to be, but then they had gotten so excited with the details themselves… Could it be that the hope she'd felt was doomed to be extinguished even before it could blossom into something like happiness?

Whatever turned out to be the case, Ruby hadn't been content to go back to the compound just yet. She might not be the boss of her own life, but her word still carried a lot of weight and when she told her entourage that she was going to check out the other address on file for the apartment that had been cleared out recently, they could do little but indulge her. She had to admit that she didn't actually think they would still find the moonchild, but she wouldn't rest until she'd at least talked to one person today. If nothing else, she might be able to give someone a good story to tell their grandchildren one day.

As they drove into the office area that was their final destination for the day, she took her hair down from its bun and carefully stowed away most of the jewellery (the septum piercing – sun shaped of course – stayed). She traced the delicate fabric of her robes for a moment, before taking them off in favour of a plain grey shirt and loose jeans. She loved those robes, she didn't want to wear them when she undoubtedly found out the hope she felt for the last few days was all for nought. They were looking for a child, after all, and who in their right minds took a child to live with them in an office building?

It was still raining when she stepped out of the car, but Ruby turned the umbrella one of the priests handed her away. She would be soaked by the time she got to the entrance, but it wasn't like she got cold.

"I'll be right back," she said, her tone of voice leaving no room for anyone to think she was going to let someone else come up with her. They could wait downstairs, with the janitor that had been called out of bed in order to open the door of the complex for them. It was not like she expected someone to even answer the door, and she just needed a moment for herself. Even if that moment was going to be in a darkened business complex. As an afterthought she took some holy paper, the gold and silver case tucked away haphazardly in her back pocket.

Her steps echoed as she walked up the empty stairs, dripping water as she passed. It felt kind of good, in a melodramatic way, that her miserable day was going to end in a miserable place – with her soaked and alone. She would normally be asleep for hours already, but it wasn't like she was going to be able to get some sleep until she put this whole mess behind her. Checking the address on a slip of paper in her hand, she walked past offices until she got to the door marked with 'detective medium'. Ruby gave a humourless snort at reading it. Since the seers apparently were a bust, perhaps the next step would be to ask this 'Aizawa Tsuki' for help tracking the moonchild. Without much hope for a reply, she rang the office bell.

[User]
Tsuki had been on the verge of falling asleep with the TV on, when she heard footsteps in the corridor outside. She wondered who else would be here this late, but discarded the information as unrelated to herself. At least, until someone rang her office bell, then she opened her eyes, blinked a few times and looked at the door. She could see a silhouette through the tinted glass of her door. Her first instinct was to tell the person to go away as she didn't work nights, but well, she did work nights if the pay was good. She was also rather curious about who would show up this late at her office. Wasn't the building supposed to be locked?

Once she had decided to open the door, she quickly turned off the TV and threw the cover she had been lying under on top of it. "Give me a moment." She mumbled, more to herself than anything, and put on the first clothes she could find. A tight black shirt and a pair of loose pants. Her hair would have to remain a mess for now.

She headed towards the door, but stopped in her tracks. Tsuki looked at her desk for moment, considering whether she should get the gun in the drawer to protect herself. What kind of a person showed up on a night like this anyway? She'd made a few enemies in her line of work, so in the end she walked over to the desk and got her gun. It was better to have it in her hand than way over at the desk if the first thing that was going to greet her when she opened the door was the barrel of another gun. Not that she may be able to react fast enough either way if they'd come simply to kill her.

Tsuki finally went over to the door, took a deep breath and opened it. She hid the gun in her right hand behind the door. The woman waiting outside wasn't really what she had been expecting. She was completely soaked, dressed in simple clothes with a peculiar septum. Tsuki guessed the septum was some kind of religious symbol, having seen others wearing piercings and tattoos in strange shapes before. She wasn't bothered by their soaked clothes either from what she could tell. She steadied herself against the open door, hoping the woman in front of her wouldn't notice that she was drunk.

"Lemme guess, dead husband or child?" Tsuki said, slurring quite a bit more than she had meant too.

However, before the woman got a chance to answer she noticed the symbols floating around her head. Normally she would have seen them a hundred times before, every time she talked with someone face to face, but these were strangely unique. She should be able to predict the person's death with the symbols. These were difficult to make out at all at times though, as they shone brightly, but there was clearly something inside of each of the tiny bright lights too. She hadn't seen symbols quite like those before. They did remind her a bit of someone else's she knew though. Her own actually, even if hers were shrouded in darkness instead of covered by light. She'd always assumed it was because she wasn't supposed to be able to predict her own death.

Tsuki was lost staring at the floating symbols for a while, before she remembered that they belonged to someone who had come to talk to her about the gods knew what. "Oh sorry, did you say something?" She asked, thinking of an excuse as to why she must have appeared to be staring at nothing. It was easier to just make something up than tell the truth in most cases like these. "I'm drunk." Then again, admitting that she wasn't sober may not be better than the truth. She sighed, closed her eyes and cursed herself. She soon opened her eyes with a bleak smile, ignoring the symbols long enough to listen to the woman.