[System]
III: The Empress
Age: 16 (Starting Second Year at Warakuma High)

Appearance: High School Drama Queen

Leiko's sense of style radiates a potent aura of sophistication and rebellion. Eschewing her school jacket and ribbon, she chooses to wear an expensive, imported apricot coloured Angora sweater, along with the standard Warakuma skirt, and black stockings that reach just to her skirt's hem. She also wears specially customed rosewater perfume, the fragrance of which is noted by many who meet her for the first time. Her auburn hair is naturally wavy, but she tames it with straightening products every morning before school. Her use of makeup, whilst minimal, is effective in giving off an air of class.
Her wardrobe is mostly influenced by European fashion, and with the sage advice of her fashionista friend Saya.

Arcana: Empress

Personality: Brash and outspoken, Leiko has a powerful aura that few people can deny in her presence. For this reason, she is often found to be the ringleader of her group of friends, and with her confidence, is also the self-proclaimed star of the Drama Club. She is either sweet, or very sharp and scathing depending on who she speaks to, and due to her snobby nature, many classmates are either afraid of her or try desperately to fall in her good graces. However, with power comes a price, as Leiko sometimes doubts that the people close to her really care about her at all...

Equipment/Skills: Wooden Spear (A prop from drama club, later upgrades to real spears.)

Background: Born and raised in a fairly affluent family, Leiko had always treated other people like they were different from her. Beneath her, in a sense. For this reason, she was met with hostility from her classmates, and for a long time, Leiko was isolated from her peers. However, in her middle school years, Leiko finally snapped when she was confronted with a particularly vicious school bully, and rather than suffer in silence, she fought back, to the surprise of many. This caused her popularity to soar, and soon enough, Leiko had gained a group of friends and the reverence of the school, which then carried her forward into High School. Now, she is considered one of the most popular girls in school, but only accredited through her wealth, and her intimidating demeanour and reputation. Deep down, she suspects that her 'friends' aren't really her friends at all, but she chooses not to dwell on it, instead focusing on her studies and her acting hobbies. She is also currently engaged via her parent's wishes, and she is set to marry when Leiko graduates from High School.
She has heard about the new rumours circulating around school, but pays them no mind, and merely thinks its a case of delinquents playing too many violent video games.

Since the start of The True Self, Leiko has shown her enthusiasm and commitment in her role as Drama Club President, going as far as leading the recruitment campaign by herself, with some relative success from the male demographic. She has a strong work ethic in regards to the club, but shows doubt in her leadership abilities, particularly whilst under the scrutiny of her fellow clubmates, such as an arrogant male named Masatomo Owada.

Bonus fact: She absolutely despises the name Leiko, and insists on being addressed as Hamada by everyone, with the exception of her close family.

Persona: Titania

Appearance:

Abilities: Diarama
Garula
Tentarafoo
Non-Persona Users
Name: Ueno Saya

Age: 16

Appearance: "Stop frowning so much, Hama-chan!"

Saya is considerably tall for a girl, standing at 5"9, with long legs that are the envy of many fellow female classmates. Both her eyes and hair are an amethyst colour, and she has a creamy smooth skin complexion that she maintains with a strict beauty regime. She is highly fashionable and as such, always wears the latest brands, and is considered as something of a trendsetter amongst her friends. She sports the standard Warakuma uniform at school, and wears a silver necklace with matching silver loop earrings.

Arcana: N/A

Personality: Saya is upbeat, cheerful, and quite playful in her mannerisms, always finding a good excuse to make light of a situation even in the darkest times. She is a very active and sporty person, vastly preferring to keep herself active over being stuck in a room with musty books. She is easily flustered by members of the opposite sex, and even more so by figures of authority, but she tries not to show it.
She is notorious for being the only girl in school to be able to tease Leiko Hamada and get away with it.

Equipment/Skills: Saya is surprisingly quite a good cook, having learned from her mother who owns one of the oldest-standing restaurants in Warakuma. She is also athletic and rather gifted over quite a few sports. Her academics are rather lacking however...

Background: Born and bred in one of the most traditional families in Warakuma, Saya has never known life outside her hometown, nor does she care to. She is expected to work at her family's restaurant, and finally take over when her parents retire, but Saya has other plans, a fact which she makes known to her own flesh and blood, as well as the people who know her well enough. Still undecided in her path in life, she chooses to take it easy and see where her whimsy takes her.
Growing up, Saya was quite the insecure girl, which made her an easy target for bullying. When she entered middle school, she was particularly targeted by a gang of girls who made it their mission to make her life a living hell. She became increasingly depressed and socially withdrawn, leading to the point where she almost gave up on life altogether.
However, after one certain incident with her tormentor, she inadvertently got pushed into Leiko Hamada, a notoriously aloof and socially awkward rich girl. To the surprise of herself, and the growing audience around them, Leiko confronted the bully, which culminated in the girl infamously fighting them off.

Since this incident, Saya has stuck to Leiko like glue, inwardly desiring to pay her back for what she perceived as saving her life that day. At Leiko's side, she was no longer picked on or hated, which gave her the confidence to allow her true personality to shine through. Leiko is entirely unaware of the depths of Saya's admiration however, barely remembering that Saya was there at all doing the confrontation, but Saya chooses not to be bothered by it.

Since the events of The True Self began, Saya has shown an interest in Archery, going as far as joining the club despite her lack of knowledge or talent in the sport. It has also been established that she has feelings for the Club President Rokoru Ishiara, and is determined to win his heart, no matter what.
Character Themes
Leiko's Theme
Shadow Leiko's Theme
Shadow Dungeon Theme
Shadow Battle Theme
Saya's Theme
I'm just gonna be stealing all these from Touhou

[User]
Akane Hanazawa // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015
1:50 PM

Akane couldn't remember the last time she went against someone who was able to match her like this, there probably wasn't one until this scene. But it all didn't matter, the only thought that ran through her mind at the moment was to choke the life out of this brute. Funny, this wasn't like her. She definitely wasn't like this before but now all she wants is to beat him into the ground. The rage made her completely forget how tired she really was nor the fact she didn't pin his arms down at all. That would prove to be a big mistake when he unleashed a lightening quick punch out of nowhere, smashing into her nose with a good crack.

He managed to shake her off and get up but it wasn't easy on him, clearly the signs of all the fatigue and punishment taking hold. Not to mention his little wardrobe malfunction as his shirt tore, killing the whole atmosphere and mood completely. If that wasn't surprising enough, what followed next was even more so. Though she was still quite irritated, given what went on, she came to her senses and decided to go along with him, for now. Right as the boy wrapped up his speech, she concluded it with her own. "We thank you for your time and patience. We still have much to learn." With a bow, she took off with the boy.

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Akira Kirigakure // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015
Same Time

"Looks like the show is finally over." The ending was sudden and unexpected but it was interesting nonetheless. Though expecting something else entirely, he was right about her in a way, regarding Akari at least, as she took out her phone and started snapping off pictures. He could only laugh at the sight, more for irony's sake than anything. "What are the odds..." he grinned to himself. "Things are only going to get even more interesting."

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Akane Hanazawa // On The Streets // En-route to Hospital
Monday, April 27th, 2015
2:00 PM

After having time to clear her head and try to rationalize her actions for the last 20-30 minutes, she stopped bothering to try and continued walking. Hearing him talk again made her want to slug him again, but she took a deep breath and restrained herself, displaying a calm exterior, which was strange considering her actions a bit ago. "We should probably have them check you for brain damage while we're there." she replied half-joking. "A truce for now, but after this I'll beat an apology out of you yet." picking up her pace towards the hospital despite the pain in her ribs, wincing slightly.

[Assistant]
Ferrero Mall - Cinemas
27/4/2015 Monday

"Cosplay... Hmmm...", certainly sounded fun, actually the prospect was fun enough that he immediately began thinking of what he could cosplay. There were quite a few he could fit, but before his reaction was to be confused with something else, he continued.

"Sounds like a lot of fun, I'd like that", she sewed this herself. That was impressive, considering the choice of character too. In any case...

"And yeah, I'll be watching it soon, I already have my ticket", after that, they bid farewell to one another.

"Cosplay huh...?", he wondered if Kazuki would allow them to wear costumes while in the dungeons...

[User]
Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma Hospital April 27th, 2015-2:00 PM

Noboru laughed at the absurdity of her claims.

"Really now. You're gonna beat an apology out of me? Are you sure? Are you gonna be able to catch me is the question. My bet will be no, after the number I did on you. I may be beat up but I still have my legs, and a boxer isn't known for just his strength. And any brain damage is irrelevant when you've been clocked in the head enough times. It stops getting to you too much. Heheh."

Noboru winced as well, but offered to help carry her, despite his own pains. They slowly reached the hospital, and began to have their wounds addressed.

Akari Yamamoto-Ferrero Mall April 27th, 2015-2:00 PM

Akari laughed quite loudly as the two walked off. Her plan had worked perfectly, and she had new things to gl by. She slithered to Akira, giving orders.

"You. Akira. Give me your phone number now. I need you to spread pictures around when I give you the order. We are going to have ourseleves a good time for a good week or so, and it won't grow boring.

[Assistant]
Monday 27th April 2015: Midday

Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Hospital

"But until then... Farewell"

That strange man's gentle, mysterious words faded away from Leiko's conscious as loud, mechanical beeping sounds took its place. Sluggishly, Leiko opened her eyes to white walls and drip stands, with no sight of the majestic velvet room she was just in. She felt a little disappointed that the mystery man had left her with more questions than answers, but more importantly...

She was alive.

An unceremonious squeal escaped her as she flew out the bed, tossing the blanket covering her to the side as she peered out the window. There it was. Her beloved Warakuma.

Her sudden action caught up with the state of her body as she felt her knees buckle slightly from the effort of standing. Perhaps she had been a little too hasty in her excitement, but after the ordeal in the Enchanted Woods, she was just glad she could stand at all.

Of course...what happened there did happen, didn't it? Just thinking about it made it seem beyond belief. Shadows, Personas, that 'other self' of hers...

 It couldn't have just been a dream could it?

She began to doubt her experiences for a moment, her face creased into a frown, but then she began to feel her. She didn't really know how, but a warm sensation began to spread across her body, comforting her like a gentle pat on the back. Titania was here, which meant...that all of it had to be real too.

Leiko sat back on the bed, a sigh of relief escaping her as the weight eased the suffering on her legs. There were so many people she wanted to talk to. Rui, her friends at school, Father, Saya...

Saya...

Leiko looked over at her bedside in an attempt to find her phone, but she was promptly thwarted by the excess of cards and flowers that dominated the space. On further inspection they appeared to be from her friends from school, wishing her well in her recovery. It was nice of them, and Leiko couldn't help but feel touched at how much they had considered her.

There was also a fruit basket from Noboru, which appeared a little out of character for the foul-mouthed brawler, but Leiko knew that he and the others still risked their life to save her from that place. She was grateful on that basis alone.

Her mother had written her a pretty stock 'get well soon' (as was typical of her) with a much more interesting footnote. Her father was coming home much earlier than anticipated. Nothing could repress the smile on Leiko's face after that as she returned the card in its place and flopped her head back on the pillow, feeling strangely content after all that had occurred.

She wondered what she would do now. There was no way her life could stay the same, not after everything that happened. Should she just carry on being Leiko Hamada, Drama Club President and Queen of Warakuma High? Or could she be something more than that?

She wanted to talk to someone about this Persona business, and the best person she could speak to was Rui Shinichi, it seemed. But in the meantime, there was nothing more to be done than lie down and rest.

But before that...

Leiko finally found her phone from within her belongings, her fingers quickly dialling the number of her beloved friend.

"H-Hama-chan?"

The brightest smile lit up Leiko's face as she quickly delved into conversation with her best friend.


[System]
"I will give it my 110% every time!"
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Soul Weapon: Yuki (meaning: Courage)

Magic Element: Air
Personality: Insecure, hard working, sensitive, gentle, cautious, smart
Crush: None
Other: Has a bad habit of mumbling and avoiding eye contact (especially because she's shorter than most people!)

[User]
Kireina Tohsaka

Previous to the point of being on an airplane and all, she had just been a regular student under her masters training to become an extremely strong Magic Knight. Kireina isn't afraid to speak what's on her mind, it just shows how cold she truly is. Well, she does use ice as her element, coincidence? She had gotten on the plane to go to a school, where she could truly learn more about Magic Knights. She had so much knowledge from her master back home in the mountains of Russia, on how to manifest her power to her ability. She had many thoughts flying around in her head on the plane, to ask if this was all really worth it? This school might even just be a lie, nobody could teach me anything better than what my master taught. I had to survive for weeks in that mountain. Kireina had thought to herself, before looking to see the plane landing on the ground.

Eventually the plane had stopped, she looked up from her chair to take a look outside, it didn't look as cold as it was in Russia. She looked to see the other passengers get up as well, but she was one of the first people to get out of the plane. She walked down the stairs taking her time, and went inside to find where her luggage was. Once again, she was one of the first to luckily and safely get her luggage. She was always told that she was number one, but she hated being a perfectionist at times as well. Kireina took a look around the airport to find lots of signs around, she lifted an eyebrow and took a look around at all of the names.

Eventually she came across Scarlet Academy, seeing a woman in a suit wearing glasses, and seeing two other people stand besides her. She then walked over to the three of them, giving them a cold stare, barely showing any emotion at all. She then stopped in front of the three of them, breathing in, then exhaling to speak. "May I ask, is this academy merely a tale?" Kireina said as she kept giving them her cold stare, or it could even be a glare at this point.

"Because I will punish you, for lying to me." Kireina said lifted her head up a little to them, giving them a full on glare.

[Assistant] Exiting the long and tiring airplane ride Gin stopped yawning in the middle of a very large crowd literally being carried by the crowd like a wave. Barely surviving the tidal wave of people Gin clenched to the nearest nailed down object holding on for his life.  "The hell was that!?"  He asked no one in particular resuming back to the usual exiting the terminal steps. Of course he waited until the crowd of people died down. Gin quickly retrieved his bag his mind getting the best of him as his did so. For some reason he thought he seen a shark out the corner of his eye which explains a lot since he almost drowned....well suffocated in the vast amount of people that paraded the terminal. Yes, he was delusional and a bit frightened but that quickly left as it came when he soon realized he was on land. Calming down from the whole shark fiasco he assumed his normal persona. He roamed a bit searching for something that represented this 'Scarlet Academy'. As if on cue a woman holding up an obvious sign reeled in Gin's attention. He walked to the woman bowing at her his green bang shading his right eye completely. Gin sat down seeing this weird girl who seemed to be pissed at life it self(Kireina). He peeked at her in order to avoid becoming a target for her 'stares'. It wasn't hard to avoid eye contact that was something that he was actually good at. But to play it safe he slid on some head phones looking off into random directions.

[User] Arata waited as the plane he was on landed at Raikonan Airport. The majority of people on the plane rushed to get off and to there destination. There's no need to rush, everything in due time. Once the crowd had thinned some, he exited the plane and went to luggage claim. When he found his suitcase, he also found a note attached to it. Dearest Arata, remember that you must... are they really trying to... i know that they're just... forget it. After reading the note, which only infuriated him, he tore it off and stuffed it in his pocket. Walking out, Arata was surprised to see how many families were waiting for someone to arrive. It took him a moment to scan the area and find a woman with a sign reading 'New Students of Scarlet Academy!' He walked up, noting a tension in the air which he couldn't place a reason for, and sat down in the seat furthest from the group.

[Assistant]
This the life. Just sitting back, relaxing, keeping eyes closed to enjoy that darkness. Nothing beats a good-- 'WHO DARES TO DISTURB MY NAP FOR I SWEAR I'LL-- oh we're here,' was the first thing Koken thought after waking up from a rather pleasing nap on the long plane ride. As the crowd formed in the aisles Koken took her time to stretch from where she sat before wiping some drool off her face with her black sleeve; and then adjusting her stylish but plain black cap, or her 'traveling' cap in which she calls it and literally just bought it for this occasion, as it appeared crooked on her head. After a short bit of waking up Koken stood and waited almost impatiently to get out of the plane. It kind of switched in and out every now and then. Impatient, then not, impatient, then not, rinse and repeat. That's bipolar for you, or something like that.

After finally getting off the plane it was off to baggage claim. Koken did have a backpack as her carry on, but alas there's one more piece of luggage. After all of that was done, it was time to find and meet up with whoever. Through...all of these signs... So...many signs... Koken stood there looking at them all, scratching the black hair behind her head as she blinked, "...What's the name of the school again?" she muttered to herself. How in the hell she forgot the name of the god damn school is anyone's guess. But soon after some looking around more closely a sign that would seem to represent the school would catch Koken's attention. 'Scarlet Academy' was basically what it was. "...Yea that sounds about right," Koken muttered to herself once again before shrugging her shoulders and walking on over. She tilted up the visor of her cap upward to reveal her eyes a little more, but not like they were hidden in the first place or anything. A few students seemed to have been there already, but the one that temporarily caught Koken's attention the most was the girl standing in front of the woman in the suit. Some kind of problem was probably being caused. Maybe. Who knows. But then as she was walking towards the group in general she heard the girl say something like 'Because I'll punish you,' or something like that. Unplanned, Koken snickered as a substitution to hold in a chuckle as she walked past her and the woman in the suit and turning her head away slightly as well. Koken actually found the 'punish' part funny, or at least the fact that she's saying it to someone who's obviously in charge. Anyways, aside from that. Koken stood around the general area of the group slightly off to the side, seeming that the only thing to do now is stand around and wait.

[User]
Aleksandri Galino

The plane ride was horrible for Aleksa, though she didn't show it for the most part as she was either passed out or distracting herself by singing in Russian. The turbulence that had occurred earlier in the flight had her clutching the arm hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. "I don't Like flying, I really don't like flying!" this was the thought that kept running through her head when she was awake and until they were on the ground and about to get off the plane. As she waited to disembark Aleksa hummed a tune that had a happy note to it before she was able to get off. When she stood Aleksa grabbed her backpack from the over head compartment and exited the plane before breathing a sigh of relief, "God I'm glad to be of that thing".

Aleksa got to the area to pick up her luggage and picked up her lightning imprinted duffelbag before walking around to find the person who was supposed to pick her up. With her bag slung over her shoulder Aleksa scanned the crowd until she spotted the woman holding a Scarlet Academy sign and approached the small group of what she suspected were students. When Aleksa reached the person holding the sign she gave a small courtesy out of respect and waved to the others who were sitting down. She stood quietly just listening to the bustle of the airport goers and waiting for the rest of the people to get there. Aleksandri began to hum the song Katyusha  while waiting.

[Assistant] Djura waited for the large bloody crowd that rushed out of the plane when it landed to thin before he even tried to get up. He grabbed his backpack out of the storage above the seats. It was all he had brought, he didn't want to trudge too much stuff all the way from Ireland, and hey no need to go through baggage claims. After getting off the plane, and being frisked by airport security he wore a cover over half his face suspicious persons and all, he began walking through the terminal looking around at all the people and signs. He was rubbing his hands together nervously, feeling a bit odd at being in a foreign country and not knowing anyone. He almost missed the women holding up a sign for Scarlet Academy students since someone was standing infront of her. He made his way over and slipped quietly past the girl glaring at the sign holder and some of the other student that had arrived before him and sat down, placing his backpack between his feet. He began listening to the girl standing nearby humming the tune of a song.

[User]
Saturday September 1st 2020 6:45AM Early Morning

The woman in the suit looked down to Kireina who was giving her a cold glare. "Let me answer your question with this..." The woman mumbled as she let off a pressure of aura that would cause even the gods to back down. "You should go sit down now. You wouldn't want to mess with Ms. Shiba now, would you?" She said obviously speaking in third person.

Hisoka who was staring off yet still paying attention to the people who had sat down after him, decided to have a bit of fun with the others and emit some pressure from his aura mixed with his element. His pressure was strong enough to make even the toughest of guys back down and cower in fear. Even with this his aura had a heat wave mixed with it so anyone who felt the pressure would feel the heat as well. "Let's see how they deal with this. Wonder who will be able to figure out who is doing it." He thought to himself "Let's say this is a test from an upperclassman." He added in thought.

[Assistant]
Emi Sugihara
"Yikes, did that girl really say that?" Emi frowned, somewhat annoyed."Even I have better social skills than that."

But before Emi could say anything, Ms. Shiba, as she discovered, emitted an aura that even Emi had to admit was unsettling. That probably settled things for now. More and more students began to arrive, each looking more standoffish than the last. Well some of them were nice and she waved back at anyone who waved to her. Still, they did not seem to be a very preppy group, not that she minded.

Suddenly, she felt a different kind of pressure. It was strong and warm and uncomfortable. Was one of the students here trying to show off? She sighed, doing her best to use her element to keep her cool, creating a sort of wind barrier around herself. Then she turned to the guy that beat her here and asked quietly so only he could hear her, "By chance are you the one doing this? Because if so, it's not very funny." She was just guessing but by the looks of most people here, she could kind of guess what kind of elements they use. For example, Miss ColdnSerious was probably an ice element user. Two of the more quiet, brooding types seemed to be darkness users. Though the rest were somewhat anybody's guess. She wondered if she looked like an air elemental... Regardless, she didn't mean to pinpoint the guy; he just happened to be sitting closest to her.

[User] Gin looked out the corner of his eye at this 'Ms. Shiba' lady. He felt some serious shit radiating from her not to long after the staring chick threatened her.  "what ever the heck that was avoid that!"  He whispered to himself soon feeling another pressure. It wasn't as firece as Ms. Shinba's but way more warmer. Gin looked around his eyes coming to a reasonable origin of this warm aura. The guy didn't look like he was doing anything but just starring at him for a good second Gin noticed the area around him was much 'warmer' or the pressure was more frequent around him than anybody else. Gin was starting to get bothered by this warmth and was about to answer the problem to the warmth but was caught of gaurd by another chick confronting his possible target. He took a deep breathe relaxing. She can handle the problem for him. Gin oddly and uncontrollably chuckled covering his mouth as soon as the weird noise escaped his mouth.

[Assistant]
Saturday September 1st 2020 6:50AM Early Morning

Hisoka looked at the girl confronting him and gave a small smile "Very good. You guessed correctly and so did you greeny" He said to the girl as well as the guy with headphones. "You two seem to have a reasonable amount of skill at your ages." He said as he extended his hand "Hisoka Namiki. Age 19. Fire is my element." He said "And you are?" he added

[User]
Emi looked at him with disbelief. "He was testing us? People here are so..." She left it at that and shrugged it off. She took his hand and gave it a gentle shake.

"Emi Sugihara. 16. Air elemental." she answered back simply. She turned back to see who he meant by "greeny". Actually, it was really obvious, huh, that nickname really did fit him to a tee. He was indeed, very green. He was covering his mouth; did he find something amusing?

"Now, now Emi. You won't make friends like that." She could already hear her aunt's voice ringing in the back of her head. She redirected her attention towards Hisoka.

"Nice to meet you, Namiki-senpai," she added, doing her best to sound friendly.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
6.6ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

Time With the Inquisitor: W.I.P.

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His footsteps thudded as he strode into the armory, full face helm still upon his grim visage. Herold was still unused to such talkative companions, but he guessed he was getting more used to it as time went on. At least they had good tastes in weapons, and a knowledge of them from what he heard.

Speaking of weapons...He was very much impressed with the stockpile of munition platforms here, not to mention equipment and sheer ammo this facility held. It unnerved him, to say the least. He'd been on this planet for only a few years, but he had no idea such a place existed. He lifted up what he knew to be a Power Sword, and examined the blade. He was sorely tempted to take it, but in the end he shook his head. He'd keep to his trusty Shock Maul. All he'd need to do would be to turn up the power in it and he could blow off limbs if need be. The Power Sword was simply overkill.

However, his Combat Shotgun was notoriously short ranged. Not as short of a range as many thought, but firing over 30 meters was sometimes needed. He doubted his Autopistol could fire further. His eyes next fell onto a Mark II Ragefire Pattern Plasma Gun, and picked it up. He let out a grunt as he held it in his hands, feeling its weight.

"Not bad..." he breathed. It was at that moment the sound of fire outside reached his ears, just as the tall Psycher and the Guardsmen were walking by him. He eyed the Grenade Launcher on Ansgar's back, then looked to his Plasma gun, and then to the Grenade Launcher... He'd rather hold a weapon he was familiar with, and decided to go with the Guardsmen's choice. He grabbed more than a few Frag and Krak Grenades, loading his own Grenade Launcher as he hustled to catch up.

'Likely an uprising ma'am' he heard Ansgar say as Herold fell in line with them. "It's bad luck for them we're here," he muttered as the Guardsmen continued to speak. To emphasize his point, his weapon 'snapped' as soon as he put all 6 Grenades in place. Frags this time.

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Vala's skills as an engeneer seemed to be in question by the Krieger, but she chose to not say anything. 'Unreliable? Jury rigged!? You are a god damned brainwashed moron...' Were her thoughts underneath her helmet though. Her skills at assembly and crafting electronics and machinery were far superior to anything she's seen on the average within the Imperium... especially within the guard where everything was made in huge mass to be easily distributed, but tended to malfunction. Her gear only malfunctioned in case of critical damage! They'd see eventually, for now it was best to not get into annoying stuff.

 Finally after some more events they were led by Solaris to a armory of sorts and as luck would have it fighting erupted outside not too long after." Yep... there we go." She mumbled, pulling her rifle and releasing the safety. The rifle came to life with a low hum as a light ammo indicator on the side flashed. Her rifle hit like a truck considering the standard rifles, but it had a low ammo capacity in magazines. Still it was a solid slug projectile weapon that basically ran on energy since it was a gaus rifle more or less. It could fire perfectly underwater, in vacuum and pretty much everywhere without a single spark! Hell she could fire it in a room filled with explosive gasses and it won't go off. She wanted to see some of the imperium jury rigged weapons do that... while retaining the penetrative&raw kinetic power, silence and reliability. Ohh yeah since it worked without any explosions or ignitions of any time, this thing could outlast a whole shipment of Imperium standard rifles combined....

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(Andromedai's Squad)

Celestian Andromedai motioned with her left hand for Adrianne to continue lowering the large crate from the upper row of the racks they stood next to, and onto the ground. "Be careful Adrianne, that weapon was given to me from a friend who is no longer with us. A weapon of such craftsmanship is very rarely seen these days." Andromedai felt her muscles tense as the box suddenly plummeted to the ground, hitting the ground with a loud thud, followed by a cloud of dust rising into the air around it. With a sudden movement, Andromedai would smack Adrianne on the back of the head. "Get ahold of yourself Adrianne, what if that had been an explosive? This warehouse would have gone up and killed us all."

Andromedai sighed while kneeling down, opening the box. What she pulled out was an advanced sniper rifle that looked like nothing Adrianne had seen before. The rifle could be disassembled and reassembled very quickly for quick use and transport. "Alright, let's get out of here and find out what is causing the civilians to be so rowdy." Quickly, they moved to the front of the warehouse and met up with Solares and the rest of the retinue.

(Solares's Squad)

Solares nodded her head at Ansgar, "These civilians sure are feisty, wonder if they are our cultists or just the common people needing to be taught a lesson." Turning around, Solares gave Ansgar a thumbs up at his new weapon. "Nice find, watch where you use those though, CQC with impact frags could be messy." From behind them, Celestian Andromedai appeared with Adrianne by her side. "Shall we?" asked Andromedai as she walked towards the main door of the warehouse which was open just enough for someone to slip through.

Outside, a large group of civilians had gathered, and they were armed. The guardsmen that had been keeping watch around the warehouse had been killed, their bodies now being trampled by the mob. "I count at least thirty armed civilians, they are trying to get into our Rhino and are clearly armed." About half of the civilians broke off from the main group and were now heading towards the warehouse. "They are heading this way, shall we greet them when they open the doors or flank them from behind?" asked Andromedai. By now, Solares had vanished, climbing up a ladder to the top of the warehouse and exiting through the roof. Clearly she had her own plans and were about to put them into motion, "Ambush it is I guess, take your positions and get ready to fire as soon as the doors open." said Andromedai.

[Assistant]
"Ambush it is I guess, take your positions and get ready to fire as soon as the doo,-"

"I GOT THIS!"

Adrianne would suddenly interrupt as the Psyker came marching past both Solares and Andromedai as she put on her helmet, stopping in front of the old iron door to raise one leg and kick it open with a loud bang!

*Crash*

"STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!"

The tall Psyker would shout out through her voice box as she marched out of the door and onto the large, open pavement area outside of the warehouse. Her metal boots clanked against the cement below her feet, and her ragged cloak flowed out behind her freely as she took ten more steps towards the mob that was gathering outside. High above in the sky, the light of day had grown dim as ominous clouds were gathering above, an unusual quiet felt on the wind as if heralding a coming storm...

Adrianne eyed the situation from behind her mask.

A mob, about thirty or so individuals in civilian attire, most of them wielding a wide variety of weapons, from simple stub guns to las guns in both rifle and pistol variety. Some looked like simple thugs or runaway factory workers, whilst others wore decent but tarnished clothes as if they came from the lower middle class. They were all clustered relatively closer together, around the Rhino vehicle positioned outside. An ideal position... for a Vortex of Doom!

Stopping, and slamming the bottom of her staff into the pavement in front of her as if you make a point, Adrianne would point out towards the mob.

"Hear me you filthy, ignorant masses!" She called out!
"You are trespassing on Sanctified Imperial Property, a heinous crime against the Emperor of Man! Throw down your arms and yield, or be torn apart by the violent powers of the warp itself!"

Adrianne called out through the mechanical crackling of her voice box, forming her left glove to make an arcane, alien gesture as suddenly the air around the loading area outside of the warehouse grew unnatural still, a strange sense of static energy filling it! It was an unnatural sensation that could be sensed by every living creature around, even all the way back to the door to the warehouse where the rest of the group stood, as a mysterious sense of weightlessness temporarily flowed past them, and even made breathing unusual as occasional breaths didn't seem to inhale any air at all!


[System]
Age:
23
Class:
Thief
Weapons:
Iron Sword, Killing Edge, Vulnerary
Fighting Style:
The whole stealing-crap mindset doesn't transfer to combat. Jeanne will face her opponent as is, without using nasty underhanded tricks. She is, however, acrobatic in her movement style, and embellishes movements with those acrobatic motions. Everything she does has a purpose (some of which is to look cool). In using her sword, she points it downwards and has a backhanded grip on the hilt.
Personality:
An honor-bound, charismatic thief who will never steal from the poor and downtrodden. Jeanne has a mischievous air and a flamboyant personality, which contrasts her actual mode of going about her business: in the shadows, through the treetops. She likes her line of work, always full of danger. She is well-liked by the less-well-off, and quite disliked by the affluent. She's always miffed that they never get her eyes right when they put a price over her head. "Takes away from the thrill of the chase," she says. She is always cheery and somewhat sharp-tongued, and likes to alliterate. She is the person in the army who reads the most adventure novels.
History:
Jeanne Robina is no mere petty thief. Hailing from a small forest town (the name of which she chooses not to disclose), Jeanne had a romanticized view of the life of high crime and misdemeanor. Nay, she did not dream of mob bosses and supervillains (can't imagine that they had those in the world of Fire Emblem); instead, she dreamed of being an advocate of the downtrodden layman. She herself was quite impoverished, but cheeky enough to swipe a thing or two from the odd rich folk's caravan. Never did she touch the peddling wagons of the poor; she had a good sense on what the poor were like and rarely made mistakes. She grew up in the forest, becoming well-known as champion of the poverty-stricken villages and infamous as one of the most-wanted brigands to the affluent. Not that she minded; she liked the risk, the challenge. She often jokes that the Guillotine and the Gallows are her best friends.

She especially became good at theft, taking the easy pickings from the rich, because she felt that she had to; her family often could not support itself, even as her father and mother and sister all worked. She never joined any bands of thieves, since she held a set of morals that most brigands and pirates did not. She never stole from the poor, only from the greedy; she never stole from the kind, only from the cruel. Those two tenets have guided Jeanne's moral compass. That being said, many believe that the law should be laid harshly upon her, and so Jeanne remains trapped in the shadows. Not that she minds. It's cool in there.
Appearance:

Jeanne has short wavy chestnut hair that reaches the top of her neck, flaring out. Her eyes are narrow and have smile lines framing them from her jolly demeanor. She has thin lips and a chipped tooth. Her nose does not protrude much from her face. When she smiles, she has dimples. She has an olive bandana that she wraps around her head, and does not wear any jewelry since it flashes and gives her away.

Jeanne has a slender, acrobatic body type all over, in her limbs, torso, hips, etc., and is somewhat average sized, at 5'6". Her clothing is primarily green and brown, much like Robin Hood. She wears a simple olive tunic, bound to her waist by two leather belts with simple dull steel buckles, and brown tights with tan shorts. On her shorts, she has several pockets, and she has clipped her sword's scabbard onto another leather belt. She has various dangling cords and ropes hanging from her belts. Over her tunic, she has a brown hooded vest with gold fringe and a wide neck opening. Jeanne has an olive scarf and brown elbow-length gloves with tan cuffs secured with steel links. Her boots are the same color, though she had time to paint green floral designs down the side. They may look nice, but they serve the purpose of blending into the trees.
Reason for being a Reclaimer:
As stated before, Jeanne is a moral thief. She is no barbaric brigand; she prefers nonviolent interaction (she WILL CUT if threatened), and would much prefer an atmosphere of peace. Because she is not involved with separate groups of brigands, the thief would likely be given a chance with the Reclaimers. Also, sending an infamous thief on a mission of peace has some great symbolic value of acceptance and reconciliation. Hopefully these folks will know what a literature is.

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Syrena Sinclair - Basilmeron Castle Courtyard

The man seemed to pay no mind to Syrena's demeanor and instead seated himself on the ground quite comfortably, crossing his legs underneath him. He introduced himself as Nickolas. That was a name that wouldn't come easily to Syrena's lips. He proclaimed himself a patron of all magics. Which Syrena took to mean dark mage, it would explain the strangeness of him. Of course that would mean that he could command both shadow magic and anima magic, the darkness and the elements.

Though as Syrena understood it he couldn't master light magic. Since Syrena's sphere of influence was limited solely to fire magic (bad things happened when she tried to use other tombs) she'd not paid all that much attention to the arch mage while he was explaining the complexities of arcane classification. Something about dark and light cancelling each other out. A mage couldn't be capable of welding both at once without undergoing serious and life threatening consequences.

Regardless Syrena didn't trust dark magic users. It was not that there was anything inherently evil in shadow magic itself, it was merely a force like all the rest but it seemed to her from the limited contact she'd had with a few dark mages that had visited the court that there was something strange about those that used that branch of magic.

Tentatively Syrena sat down next to Nickolas. Or Nicki, that would be much easier to say. She didn't really trust him but neither did she have a reason to distrust him and he'd gone threw the effort of speaking to her, something many others wouldn't bother with. Then the topic of conversation turned from Nicki to Syrena herself. She didn't exactly have that much of a story but he started with the simple things her class.

Maybe Nicki had some sort of sense about magic or else he'd recognized the symbols on her tome but he snapped his finger naming her class as anima mage of the fire variety. As he snapped his fingers a small glowing red flame leaped up between them. Syrena stared at it transfixed. "F-f-fire." she muttered staring deep into it's depths. It was like it was calling out to her.

Some instinct inside Syrena bid her touch the flame. She reached out her hand, it felt as though she was in a dream. The moment her skin made contact with the flame it shifted. Blue shot threw it, corrupting and converting it into Syrena's wild flames. It burned white hot and grew to the size of a fist. "N-n-n-no, no, n-no." Syrena stuttered staring at it.

Remembering Brother Malachi's advise she slowed her breathing. I control the fire. The fire doesn't control me. Syrena breathed in deeply then slammed her hand onto the cover of Arma Infernum. The ball of blue fire died in a blaze of sparks. "I-I-I'm s-s-s-so s-s-sorry. I j-just. I'm s-sorry."

[Assistant]
Gaius Secundus
 The young woman seemed intimidated by Gaius. She stared at him for a few solid seconds as she seemed to be searching for words. When she did speak, Gaius immediately realized that she was tired, not just sleepy, but bone weary tired. Before He could answer her strange question he was interrupted by a exuberant axman.

 Gaius raised his eyebrows at the loud and large axman that was leaning on the girl.  What was her name again?  He thought. The axman continued with his boisterous tirade, ending in a half sarcastic question. Gaius's smartass reflexes kicked in, and before he knew it, he was shooting off at the mouth. "My grandmother could swing that axe, but you probably can't." Mentally he kicked himself for not thinking. Ugh, I am trying to win their trust, not their anger. Gaius heard in the background the man who had made a speech at the beginning, something about horses?

Lilith Merdox

 Lilith fixed the loud intruder with a hard eyed, caustic, dangerous, shut-up-or-die, glare. "You...are interrupting our conversation." She spat. "Get lost." She turned her gaze back to the Kuur, as if dismissing the pirate as anything of importance. Her expression softened. "What do you mean people out here?" She asked Kuur more gently this time.

 The women was obviously easily intimidated and painfully shy. Lilith immediately wanted to help her. For some reason Kuur reminded Lilith of herself, from many years ago. Lilith shoved that painful memory away, Its no good to dwell on what is passed. "So where are you from?" She asked Kuur.

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Jakobe Russenfalt- Basilmeron Castle Stables

Carefully brushing down his horse after the captain called a meet-and-greet, Jakobe ran over a mental checklist of the others in his head. While they had been, and admittedly still were, a bit heavy on mages, the group turned out to be a relatively well-rounded force. The only thing they were really lacking in was mounted fighters and kindred shapechangers. A few of the recruits were probably a bit young to fight in a war, but he wasn't in charge of this thing, so Jakobe was willing to defer to the captain's judgment.

Normally, he'd have helped when Hugh called for it, but his own steed needed careful tending to. Poor guy was still nervous about the change of scenery, and the ensuing journey. It wasn't often that Jakobe loaded him up with as much equipment as he had.

Sometimes he could swear that his horse was more intelligent than some of the people they'd met, but it was more likely that it could just tell how stressed everybody was feeling, as well. Going off to fight, to possibly kill and possibly die, was not a pleasant feeling for anybody, and he could feel the tension in the air.

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Franky Lonnas – Basilmeron Castle Courtyard

Franky blinked in response to the cold dismissal given by the women with the sword as she turned her attention once again to the woman with the bow, but he in turn chose to ignore the rejection in favour of getting the information he wanted. He was a pirate by trade, one who had abandoned the social norms of the mainland. He hardly had any concern that typical land-folk scoffed at and judged his appearance and way of life.

"Ah, get lost - that be the point lassy. I am lost. I'm not used to finding my way on dry ground or in fancy palaces. I was told of a crew of battle-hardy mercenaries attempting to end the war. Could this be crew of which they speak?" he asked, now being more specific as his cavalier, conversational opener was rebuffed. At this point, Franky could tell that his existence was starting to upset the archer-woman, but seeing as he had not even spoken to her, nevermind done anything to upset her, he chalked it up to natural pirate prejudice and decided to just pretend she wasn't there.

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Jeanne laughed as Nickolas made the crack about cards. "We'll see about that; like myself and certain authorities, probability has always managed to evade me," she called. Her presence seemed an innate contradiction, yet one that made sense. Jeanne had little to no intention of robbing anybody in the army. What quarrel did she have with the likes of a Plegian dark mage or a recluse archer? She adjusted her bandana on her forehead and fluffed her wavy hair.

As the monk Ambrosias approached her and inquired of her swordplay and lock-picking skills, Jeanne put her arms akimbo and said, "Why, yes, indeed. I can tumble any tumblers in the entire nation with the right-sized wire. Though I usually unlock chests and boxes, doors are hardly any different. Why, I could slip in a house from the front door and come right out the other side without touching a single key. What I do touch depends on whose house it is." She laughed heartily. "I assume that as a priest you are well-versed in the practices of healing?" she asked


[System]
Age: 27
Rank: Marquess/ Major in the Indra's Light Rifles

Personality: One could not guess that Julien was a man of status and nobility upon first meeting him. For a noble, he is rather blunt and would rather talk to someone directly as opposed to the drudgery and mind games of court politics. Those who get to know him will find he is a man of fine humor and generosity, but sometimes awkward and irreverent at the exact wrong times. This is especially true when it comes to women.

History: When Julien was fifteen, his father bought him a commission in the Army, and served in a regiment of light infantry. These men are far from dashing and chivalrous, and are rough and tumble fighters and wild revelers. Naturally, this is not exactly the sort of environment for a wide eyed young boy, but Julien adapted and ended up thriving in his new environment. He gained the respect of his men, as well as skill in the use of arms. After twelve years of service, he was allowed to return home to Broceliande and take care of his now ailing father. Due to his father's weakened state, Julien has legally been given the title of Marquis, as he has no brother's or older relatives to take the title. Now, Julien finds himself in the terrifying arena of politics, and he finds himself more than a little unprepared.

Extra: Julien is an expert shot, and he enjoys hunting trips in the countryside. Also, while an average rider, he is not terribly fond of horses (They bite).

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Crown Prince Niall Collins
Location: Palace Ballroom/ Courtyard

"Mother, really we needn't be so decadent with the decorations. We have nothing to prove during the ball tomorrow, absolutely nothing. You mustn't fret so much over things like this, it will grey your hair." Niall was imposing as he stood next to his rather petite mother, he had inherited her dark hair though his was not quite so dark as hers. His face held a sly grin as he spoke the last several words and she turned to scowl at him. "Niall, sometimes you are much too big for your already rather large breeches." Though she scolded him she held a slight hint of a grin on her face, it was only the twitch of the corner of her mouth that belied that she's wasn't particularly serious. What she was serious about was the massive amount of decorations that covered the ballroom. It was a ball for no particular reason than to celebrate their wealth and the wealth of the people on Indra. His mother did love balls a bit too much sometimes for Niall's tastes.

Standing six foot seven made the Crown Prince stick out like a sore thumb, one of the reasons he chose to ride an Orica rather than an Epsuli as many of the courtiers and people directly under the crown did. He father always chided that he wasn't quite sure what they had fed him to make him so tall and broad but they needed to figure it out and give it to their young training soldiers. Though Indra had not been at war for many years now they kept a very elite master military force at all times, as men got past their fighting prime they retired to become teachers for the new recruits. They had master archers, swordsman, and cavalry and they fought to ride the horses Niall trained himself. Niall's Epsuli horses were revered for their bravery and instincts in battle. The cavalry trained on horses that knew the battlefield already. The horses learned rather quickly that it hurt to get hit with a sword and quickly learned to dodge blows if at all possible. Niall trained them with swords with a wooden edge so that they wouldn't get cut but it would still sting something fierce. It was just up to their riders to stay on top of them and not screw up their maneuvers.

Niall shook his head at his mother, "I will leave you to your work my dearest mother. I am going to see the horses and spend a bit of time outdoors." Though he wasn't really required to bow because of his position he did so anyway, sweeping one of his long legs out behind him in a graceful movement towards his mother. "Be safe my son," Was all the Queen of Indra replied. Niall took his leave, returning to his full height and striding out the doors of the ballroom into the courtyard through one of the side doors. The royal stables were within eye sight of the courtyard for him, just over the tops of the tall hedges that gave the illusion of privacy to the people sitting in the nooks and corners of the maze of hedges. He knew all the turns by heart, he had since he was a child. He used to pack his sister Selene out here when they were children. He was the epitome of health and strength and she was entirely too frail. If he could feed her his strength he would do so in a heartbeat.

He found an unoccupied bench in the larger side courtyard that was lightly more private than the one out front of the palace where visitors of his father, ambassadors from other nations and courtiers walked about freely. They were more liable to get lost in this maze that his mother had put in when she first married Niall's father. She was the second Princess of Zeelu, their king at the time's youngest daughter. Now her eldest brother and Niall's uncle was King. Zeelu was not as wealthy as Indra or Escova but not quite so poor as Manora who didn't even have a monarchy. Today Niall wore one of his favorite simple long sleeved shirts. It had come from he Bazaar earlier this year in Escova. It was made from a lovely light fabric that kept him from sweating so fiercely in the heat of the day. Niall leaned back against the back of the stone bench that he was apparently much too large for as his legs stuck across the walking path nearly completely and if he were to lean his head back he would undoubted end up with a head full of leaves from the bush behind him.

[Assistant]
When Adalaide came to reside at Court, she requested a room facing the East. They were unpopular, due to the morning sun, but in her home city there was no escaping the sun. If it did not face you directly, it would reflect off the sand and blind you just as badly. She was use to rising early and she didn't want to break the pattern.

Except for this morning. This morning she would appreciate if she could sleep in just an hour longer. As much as she normally loves people, she would be dreading interacting with as many people as were here today. It's always draining, and she just didn't look forward to it. The one thing she did appreciate about this, was that she could wear clothes from home, instead of the stuffy dresses from Indra. No one could say anything because there were going to be a lot more important people here wearing the same exact clothing.

Speaking of more important people, Adalaide glanced at the letter that was on her bedside table. Her sister sent it about a week ago, but it only arrived last night due to a sandstorm that blocked the mountain pass. It said that both her sister and her sister's husband would be arriving sometime this week. Something to cause her normally good mood to dampen her mood even further.

"M'Lady are you awake?" Adalaide's maid, Dinah, knocked on Adalaide's door and Adalaide sighed. Never two moments to herself.
It could be worse, Addy, you could be part of the Royal family. Adalaide smiled despite herself before calling her maid in.
"Would you grab my blue dress from home? I'll give them the biggest show tonight, and maybe they'll leave me alone for the rest of the nights." Adalaide said as she got out of bed and removed her nightdress. She stepped into her gown, seriously it was that simple, and had Dinah braid her hair while she applied her make up. It was over stated, but it was what people expected. Adalaide sent Dinah off to do whatever Dinah does during the day, and Adalaide went down to breakfast. Luckily being up so early had it's perks and she didn't have to dine with anybody. She made her rounds around the castle, talking to more people then she usually talks to the whole day in the span of a few hours. Finally Adalaide had enough and went to hide in the gardens, more specifically the maze. She didn't enter far, for she was claustrophobic enough as it is, but entered just enough to hide her. She was compact enough to hide her small frame on a bench, across the path but down a ways from where the Crown Prince had decided to sit down. Adalaide could see his legs in the aisle, and stifled a smile.

Adalaide tried not to say anything, to keep up the silence she so desperately wanted but she couldn't say nothing and so finally she broke the silence in the worst way possible.
"That's a good idea, Your Highness, sticking you legs out like that. People might things they're logs in the path and be dissuaded from coming down this corridor." Adalaide let a small smile fall on her face. She would forever tease the Crown Prince about his height, and she couldn't stop now just because it might be considered tactless at this point. They had both come to escape but if there was someone near her, Adalaide couldn't help but say something.

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Princess Selene Collins

Due to her condition, Selene had often been able to escape the more constricting garments of court, as long as her clothing still showed the wealth of the royal family. Today was no different; Indra and her rulers cared more for their daughter's health than her finery. Therefore, her maid, Tallulah, helped her into an opulent creation of silk and lace that was both beautiful and light.

"Purple again?" Selene gave a slight, amused smile. The court dressmakers did seem to like to make her dresses in various shades of purple. This time, the dress started out as a light, silvery lilac on top and gradually changed to royal purple. Delicate white lace accented the neckline and the sleeves. "Well, it does suit you, and your status, milady." Tallulah replied, fastening the gown up the back. "Now, milady, if you'll let me do your hair next?"

"Of course." Seating herself at her vanity, Selene looked through her makeup to decide what she would apply that day. Tallulah hummed gently under her breath, a lullaby from her native Escova that she had often sung to her lady. As she did so, she carefully brushed and styled Selene's hair in the fashion of the times.

It took a while, but Tallulah finally set down the hairbrush, satisfied. "Now, isn't that lovely." She moved to kneel in front of Selene. "Have you decided on your makeup today, milady?" Selene nodded carefully, indicating several makeup containers gathered away from the rest. "I'll just get started, then." Applying the makeup took quite a bit more time, but eventually it was done. Her makeup was quite a bit lighter then was fashionable, but the court physician had warned her away from caking her face with cosmetics. Standing, Tallulah backed away a few steps. "Beautiful, milady."

"Thank you, Tallulah." Selene rose gracefully and, with her maid following, made her way down to the ballroom to possibly assist her mother. She could certainly help with the placement of the decorations, if not with actually placing them.

[Assistant]
A shot rang out throughout the courtyard, followed by the breaking of ceramic. Julien nodded with satisfaction at his shot as he began to load another shot. One of the many perks about being the Marquis (and for having a home so far out of the way any villages) is that you can have your own shooting range. Many of Julien's fellow nobles would look down on both owning a shooting range and using a musket, but that has never stopped Julien, or anyone else in his family. Many military officers frown on firearms, as their considered unsporting and potentially dangerous in the hands of a common soldier. Julien's family, the Guesclins, have been advocates for the use of such weapons for years, and Julien himself was nearly raised on them.

Julien had just begun to ram a bullet home when one of his houses servants spoke from behind him. Like many of the help in Julien's home, the servent was a former soldier in Julien's regiment, so he snapped to attention as though Julien were still in uniform.

"Message for you, sir." the man said, handing Julien an envelope before giving a salute, which Julien returned. "Thank you. Dismissed." After the man left, Julien opened the letter. To Julien's surprise, it was an invitation to a royal ball in a few days. Julien breathed a heavy sigh, he really didn't want to go, but it would seem antisocial if he didn't. "It seems as though I have no choice." he said to himself as he went back into his house in order to get his dress uniform ready.


[System]
Species: kishin. Maybe a bit of death God
Age: around 800

Appearance:

Abilities:

Flight: self explanatory

Regeneration: again, self explanatory

Overall difficulty in dying: asura has survived things that would kill a normal human being. Ranging from wounds that nearly split him in two, to his most notable feat of spending 800 years without food, water, or oxygen, trapped in a bag made from the skin that had been torn off of his own body, prior to having every drop of blood drained from his skinless (and still living) body. Only to emerge alive and practically unscathed.

Black blood: the substance that was injected into his body, and what revived him from his 800 year....nap... is the same thing that now flows through his veins. Not only does it give him a defensive boost somehow, but it is also known for making most people go crazy.

Madness wavelength: as a kishin, he is practically his universe's embodiment of madness. Nothing makes this clearer than his soul wavelength. An extension of his soul, and something not to be messed with. It can make people go insane, and make illusions.

Vajra: before he went insane and got sealed away in the most brutal way possible, he had a partner named vajra. Spoiler alert, vajra got eaten. Now asura can partially regurgitate his old pal and use him to fire lasers.
It's a long story.

Witch's soul: after consuming the soul of the spider witch arachne, asura turned into a giant monster. Despite not being a giant monster anymore, he has still learned how to use arachne's soul to boost his own power by means of soul resonance.

Skin scarves: those scarves aren't just for show. Asura is able to utilize them as extra arms. Also, they are made from his own skin....yeah...

Hand-to-hand: he's good at hand to hand combat.

Shield: a simple red energy shield he can materialise at a moment's notice

Weaknesses:

Madness: while he has better control than he did before, it should be noted that he is insane.

Fear: before becoming insane, asura was afraid of practically everything. And honestly, he kinda still is. Maybe not as much as he once did. But he still is.

Relationship: he's pretty protective of his girlfriend. And would go so far as to let someone beat the shit out of him if fighting would lead to her being harmed. Unless he's super pissed. As for how he got a girlfriend, it's a long story. Speaking of which,

Bio: (long story): in an attempt of better himself, the mighty lord death cast away his fear and lo and behold, asura was born. As a being of immense power equal to lord death himself, asura worked under his "father" and hunted witches. However, as he was born from fear, asura was afraid of everything. In an attempt to ease those fears, lord death paired him up with a death weapon named vajra. As a death weapon, vajra could turn into a weapon. His weapon form being a golden spike also called a vajra (the more you know). Original I know.

This didn't exactly work and asura's fear persisted. Until one day he thought of an idea. Achieving ultimate power. He reasoned that in doing so, he would finally have nothing to fear.

That may have been the start of his descent into madness.

After killing a bunch of people and swallowing his weapon partner, who was in weapon form, asura became a serious threat. So lord death hunted him down and sealed him away in the least PG way he could. He drained the mad god before stuffing him in a big old bag made from his own skin. Asura's skin, not lord death's. Afterwards, he anchored his soul to what would one day become death city. Spoiler alert, it was a bad idea.

Fast forward eight hundred years, everything's peachy. Until an attempt is made to free asura. Long story short, he gets free, squares off with lord death, and then flees. Lord death being unable to follow him due to the soul anchor thing.

After some time, asura secluded himself in a temple high up on a mountain, where he was found by the leader of arachnophobia. Yep. It was arachne the spider witch. After nearly killing her with his skin scarves, the witch and the demon formed an alliance. Long story short, there was a big battle. In the midst of it, asura squared off with lord death a second time and almost killed him. After realizing his growing feelings for arachne, he flew away, went to her, removed her soul from her body, ate it, became a giant monster, and died from a punch to the face after a battle in which he survived a laser blast of certain death fired by lord death's son, death the kid.

Again, pretty original.

Some time later, asura experienced undeath (in the sense that he just stopped being dead completely) and found himself in another dimension. One freak out session later, asura embarked on an adventure. Meeting new people, making friends with a ghost girl, and settling down with an alternate universe's version of the girl who killed him with her fist. For some reason.

(Short story): went insane from fear, shit happened, he died, then he undied, now he's a hero

From: HCL (the previous one), and soul eater. Mostly the previous HCL at this point

[User]
asura
 No wavelengths matched that of what he would expect form such a ruler, one full of malice and madness. Simply, a group of people, prideful, their souls unstable with madness encroching. He'd not find Malakai there, but mayhap even still, a worthy challenge, as one soul in particular stood out. Rather than mad, it was prideful.Rather than malice, it was honor. Rather than the want to destroy. It was the want to protect, and to dominate. This man stood out like a sore thumb....

 The guard makes no real attempt to follow him, however, a large man wearing no chest plate walks forwards. This man radiates a aura of power, dispite not wearing the blood armor on his chest, his body laced with thick muscle.
 "You....you've killed one of my men. For what reason have you done this?" He barks out, obviously annoyed, yet he doesn't pull any weapon. He simply stares at the drifter, with his red eyes, seemingly tainted with blood....

[Assistant] the drifter shrugs and looks down at the severed head, shrugging before motioning as if drawing a blade and pointing at the head and then himself, his mouth and throat completely covered so as to hide the scars and bloodstains on his lips that seemed ever present and had long since been given up on removing them

[User]
Asura knew that person would know something. But he didn't want to risk being found out...unless...

"Worth a shot." Asura says as he uses his madness wavelength to hide himself as he makes his way towards them.

[Assistant]
asura @Tyki
 ".....one moment..." The man says, before picking up a rock, and hurling it, the rock scraping the cheek of Asura. This man let him know, he knew where he was. He then turned back to the Drifter, and cracked his knuckles. "...Then come at me. If you see fit to murder my men, you've already accepted death." He says, but he drew no blade. Issac soon appeared, dropping from a portal, an attempt to get the drop on this foe. The man moves in a blur, and with a single kick, sends Issac tumbling though one of the buildings, before it collapses onto him. This man would not be as easy to topple as his subordinate.

[User] The drifter watches him lazily, like one might a fly hovering around a window, the aching welling up to denote another episode as the man talks at him, the drifter seeming to slowly loose focus before doubling over in pain, coughing and vomiting on the bridge as neon pink splatters across the boards and onto the shoes of those nearest him, his scarf having been tugged out of the way at the last second, generating an opportunity as it were. The episode passes swiftly and the drifter stands only for their eyes to dart about randomly before they seem to be stabbed by... something from all angles and falling to the boards, still and lifeless, the hunter's prey seeming to have eluded him via their own means, a jackal in the nearby shores that seems to corrode his vision as he watches it, black tendrils retracting into before it open's it's maw as if to bark, his mind being filled with sheer backlash, like everything going wrong at once in his mind, pain welling up inside him as the rest of the crew would pretty much just be watching him suddenly hold his head while the severed head grows spider-like limbs and crawls away to the water

[Assistant] "So much for the element of surprise." Asura thinks to himself

[User]
@kishin asura
 "D-damn it...DAMN IT!" Shang would yell, holding his head, screaming in pain. "Graaaa!" Slowly he stumbles backwards, before falling to one knee. He would be left vulnerable, at least for the moment. Slowly, the rubble of the building he had launched Issac into shifts, as Issac emerges from the rubble. Hurt, but not dead. His sword still in one piece.
 "...Now's my chance..." He coughs out, as he dashes forwards, and drives his blade into Shang's stomach, blood spurting out onto Issac. Shang would look down to see the blade piercing his stomach. He would grumble, before falling backwards, the blade being pulled out as he fell.
 "....Was that it?" Issac asks, almost in disbeleife that he had defeated this man....but Asura would know. Shang would survive, if left for dead.....

[Assistant]
asura@supertinyking

The drifter lay still against the boards, lifeless while the world moved around him, his flesh seeming to decay to black rather than the putrid green of a human's before coming off in flakes similar to ash only for him to sit up mid way through, the black of death gone and instead replaced with a strange vigor. He simply looks at his surroundings, confused at first before noting something in the distance and just shrugging before standing and booting the knight over onto his stomach, reaching forwards to dig into his flesh with one hand before removing the second spinal cord with a strong tug, leaving his true spine without a cover as he gets out a small pda and goes over to the remaining knight, texting out a small message and showing it to him "what is this?"

[User] Asura silently regurgitates vajra as he silently makes his way towards shang. Keeping himself hidden as well as possible

[Assistant]
@kishin asura
 As the drifter started to yank on the spine, he found that simply, Shang rose with it. and then stood up, leaving the drifter to comically hang from the spine, it still firmly in place, despite the Drifter's best efforts. "...That was a low blow. Attacking my mind, just so your friend could get in a cheap hit....I'll admit though, that hurt like hell." Shang says, rubbing his stomach. He then looks back at the drifter. "...However, you didn't do that did you...no...that strange dog had someth-" He starts, before Issac would lung forth blade at the ready.
 "Hitting you in the stomach was a mistake, my next attack will take off your head!" Issac declares, before Shang casually grabs his blade in one hand. Issac makes a noise of surprise. He tries to pull his blade from Shang's grasp, but fails. Shang sighs, loudly.
 "Don't you know it's rude to interupt someone? Please, wait to try to kill me after I'm done talking to your friend.....and you." He says, pointing with his free hand at Asura. "You cannot hide from my eyes. Come, join us. Sulking in the distance is unfitting of someone of your power. That's right. I can see that intense magical power deep within you....I'd say you're strong enough to kill all three of us with little effort....." He says, smiling. "It's honestly a treat, to meet so many powerful people in one moment. Two, with nearly overwhelming power....one...with not so much..." He says, his eyes shifting over towards Issac. He then punches Issac in the stomach with enough force to cause him to drop to the ground, holding his stomach, coughing up blood. Shang then snaps his blade in two, using simply two fingers to do so. He then looks back at the Drifter. "..Oh, yes. So, I'm guessing you didn't cause that pain....it was that strange dog....Am I correct? Nod if so." He says. He seems to be entirely different, after the Drifter had some vitality put into him. It's as if Shang saw him as a new being.

[User] the drifter kinda nods, still hanging onto his second spine and comedically flopping around like a flag at this point for teh lulz. He then takes out a fine point pen and half writes-half carves "while i have my senses; your guy threatened us, challenged me to a fight, and then used some kids as a shield when i busted his armor. his fault, just saying... also, mute if you couldn't tell" complete with elipses, the carving part being more due to the actual nature of fine point pens

[Assistant] Asura said nothing. But he did fly at shang. Ready to stab him with vajra

[User]
@kishin asura
 "......." Even with the drifter still holding onto him, Shang took a stance, ready for his approaching foe. "Bring it, this will be a fight to remember...." He says, before he seems to remember the drifter hanging onto him, and quickly grabs him, and tosses him out of the way, not in a manner denoting an attack. Rather, to keep him out of it, as Asura would most likely slam into him, stabbing into the side of his chest with Varja, blood leaking down from Shang's mask, a lung punctured. However, the monster of a man doesn't collapse. Not yet. Collecting his strength, he braces against the attack, tightening the muscles around the wound, trapping Varja in the wound.
 "I'll not give you a chance.....to use that weapon again..." He says, coughing blood between some of the words. He'd then begin to swing a fist downwards, intending to smash Asura's head, him ignorant of Varja's abilities.

[Assistant] Asura's mouth curls up into a faint smile as he fires a series of blasts from vajra


[System]
Age: -11110- *binary screech* -29-

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Position within The Imperium of Man:Tech-Priestess : Magos Errant

Armor: Sanctified Customized Mechanicus Power Armor

Weapons: Omnissian Power Axe, Hecate Pattern Chainsword,Hesh Pattern M38 Mark II Boltgun

Equipment:
 -Mechadendrites: Usually the pseudo arm-esque variety, allowing for more workhands or... weaponhands.
 -Servoskull(Customized to appear like real human head very similar to her own visage): Has a modified sonic weapon type that let's out
 a horrifying banshee like wail. Not much on the lethal factor, but really darn disorienting and unsettling.
 -Grenades: Good old Frags
 -Wires(lots of wires): Can never have enough
 -wireless sound emitters: To Listen to music or to create ambushes via sound baits.
 -Music and Sound Data device: A variety of music and ambience noises.

Personality: A Magos Errant by title, Medaira's a wandering tech-priestess usually on vessels of dubious directions and visiting many a great unknowns in search of shiny tech to send back home. That is Medaira's only official task she ever had... Now as for what Medaira really is like, she's an energetic, friendly, sly and mischievious bundle of fun. Rather friendly by nature, especially weird for a Tech-priestess, Medaira likes to hang around other people. She's always one for a good fun time, no matter what form this fun time takes. Be it just a regular party with music and booze, a jolly good fight or the coveted and most sought after pranks. To her greatest regret, pranks are not something she can freely indulge into, but that doesn't stop her from sneaking in one here and there whenever the chance presents itself. Admittedly even the most black hearted imperials would agree that a great prank pulled on heretics or xenos is always a good thing though, so she had long since figured out that weaponizing pranks is a good tactic to use on enemies, so she rediscovered the art of making traps. Not as good as pranking friends, but beggers can't be choosers.

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[User]
Cole Cerus
Cole stood there like a statue as Andromedai spoke to the women. Keeping an eye on the man in the back, just in case he decides to do something. He was confident that his comrades could handle the women if things go that way. Cole slowly unholstered his lasgun and brought it into a relaxed position but held on tightly to it. Ready to keep his weapon to bear if the pair try anything.

Cowards they are, Cole thought as the information came out. So a demoness appeared to them in the open and spoke of endless wonder to them. Not speaking a word of it to anyone for fear of death or worse and carried on their day as nothing happened. Stupid and cowardly, nothing ends well if Chaos is involved. Especially if two of the Chaos gods are involved. Letting the matter go and no letting some kind of authority know of this. They might as well dammed this planet, and death normally comes to those that keep the activities of Chaos a secret.

Cole was surprised by Andromedai's decision to have them arrested rather than execute them. He might have said something about it but, Cole knew his place with Andromedai. Keeping his opinions to himself over this. Guess, Andromedai is feeling merciful today with these two. He mentally shrugged, but the rest of the suspects may not be so lucky since he doubted that all of them were as scared as these two. Might have one of those suspects considered the offer from that demoness. However, they will find out today if the is the case. If they do not flee, that is.

As the group walked to their next target, Cole listened to what his comrades had to say about the whole thing. To the shape the demons may take and how much trouble this is going to be. Meanwhile, Cole started to scan their surroundings as he walked. Just checking if anyone looked suspicious while on the way to their next target.

Then Cole saw the statue of Khorne. That should not be here, and why is it out in the open like this. Why did no one report or allowed this to be built. Cole thought to himself as to why in the Emperor's name was this here. He was focused on the statue that he did not notice the black eye woman before it was too late. It was lucky that Adrianne managed to get a barrier up to shield them from the blast. Though not so lucky for Andromedai, who got lanched into a tree that almost snapped in half. Cole quickly readied his weapon, and without any orders from Stukov. He chose to cover Stukov while he moved up to the statue. While scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble or movement. You do not just leave a bomb like that in the open if you were not expecting someone. If he did not have a bad feeling before, he does now.

[Assistant]
Well it was all actually rather interesting development! Medaira was inwardly beside herself with giddy enthusiasm and anticipation. This was turning out to be an event of even greater amusement potential than she initially expected it to! This was glorious! The info revealed by the first victim… target, was useful! So at least two separate chaos forces factions present, but if there were two, chances were there were more, was it not?" Who can ensure there are only those two though? We should assume the worst and that we are dealing with a full mixed group here." The techpriestess mentioned, having to stop herself from calling the possible situation 'most entertaining' instead of 'worst'.

 The fact that the woman had apparently panicked out of fear for those around her wasn't surprising. It was a common Chaos tactic after all, besides Medaira was rather certain that somebody sometime at some point must have made a comment that to fell target, first strike those by their side.'… well if they hadn't, they should have!'

 Still smiling underneath the breather, she followed as they made a direct line for the next target which turned fun real fast. A statue of a chaos god, not something to see every day. A woman with dead eyes, possibly a cultist going ballistic as in literally by exploding and sending their glorious leader into a tree. Not a thing to see every day either, but it was priceless to witness. Now they needed Adrianne psyker friend to be rocketed into a ceiling and Medaira would be happy with a nice new collection in the making.

 Her grin turned extremely wide at the psyker's order to see to the possibly downed inquisitor. Medaira's eyes had this distinct chesire mischief glint in them as she dashed over to the woman with glee." Helping~!" She chirped happily as she went to their leader and the tree that stopped her flight. Emperor bless the tree, who knows how much further she would have traveled otherwise! That said, Medaira's mechadendrites were already armed and ready to fire and a gun was in her off hand.

 "Leader Lady Adrianne~ are you in functioning operational status~?" Medaira chirped as she began inspecting the woman's state. She asked the token question just to check to see if the woman would make any clear reaction. That said she brought her hand to make sure to keep the woman laying down flat just in case. A power armor might take the most of the blast, but hard impacts had the tendency to go through armor. Dropping armored targets from very high places was a good way to kill armored targets. Same with blunt weapons. Impact easily transferred THROUGH hard armor, so depending on the exact force of the impact she made with the tree, they were looking at anything from simple shock to internal injuries, so better not move her much until they can confirm she's ok. Though this was Andromedai, she was likely fine. Medaira suspected they could hit her with a speeding Valkyrie and she'd likely shrug it off.

[User]
"Celestian Andromedai, can you hear me? are you injured? Do you need medical assistance? Your armors life support systems seem to be rebooting after the living warp bomb, I can't get a reading on your current condition." Aivza's voice came though Andromedai's coms, at first sounding distant but then clearing, returning to what was considered normal. The HUD within Celestian Andromedai's helmet was informing her that the conversion field emitter from her Rosarius had absorbed most if not all of the energy from the explosion, though still warned that she may have received slight injuries. After a few seconds of gathering additional information about her current condition, she responded to the first person that had reached out to her, Celestian Aviza. "I am thankfully uninjured Aviza, at least from what I can tell. Be it due to Devine intervention or pure luck, I am unsure. What I do know is that my Rosarius absorbed most of the energy from the suicide warp-bomber." Aviza responded quickly, thankful that her fellow Sister of Battle was still in one piece, "Yes well, I am going to thank the Emperor for your protection from the blast. You should check in with the rest of your, I mean our squad and ensure they are still alive."

While slightly dizzy and disoriented, effects from the living warp bomb detonating and her short trip to the tree that stopped her from flying further into the distance, Andromedai found herself still lying upon the ground when Aviza made her suggestion. "I'm in the process of doing just that, once I am able to stand on my own." Celestian Andromedai then attempted to move back onto her feet, though the hand being firmly placed upon her left shoulder stopped her. Standing before her was their Techpriestess, Medaira who was now inquiring if the Sister of Battle was still functioning and operational. "I am Celestian Andromedai, not Psyker Adrianne. Or did I get knocked into a different dimension where Pysker Adrianne is the leader of this Inquisitorial retinue?" The last comment was in made in jest, though she was unsure if anyone would have been able to catch that. Carefully, she grabbed onto the Techpriestess for stabilization and pulled herself up off of the ground and back onto her feet.

"I am fine, thank you for your concern." said Celestian Andromedai, who would then lightly pat Techpreistess Medaira upon her head a few times before stepping forward, towards her retinue. "Is everyone alright? Are there any injuries? I see that Pysker Adrianne..." Andromedai would stop mid-sentence, pointing back at the statue. "No longer Khorne, but of the God Emperor." The statue had indeed changed back to what it should have been, no longer representing the God of blood, war and murder. "What little remains of the woman who abruptly exploded are scattered around the area, and with her the effects of the warp bomb still linger." Celestian Andromedai considered the fact that they were most likely being watched at that moment, and switched to her coms so only her retinue could hear her speak. "It is likely we are being watched, why we have not yet been attacked since the Warp Bomb leaves me to assume they are merely toying with us." Turning to Adrianne, Andromedai continued speaking. "Or maybe they just want us alive? Do you still sense anything out of the ordinary?"

[Assistant]
Stukov kept an ear on the situation, though the statue seemed to revert back to what it should have been, one dedicated to the God Emperor. That was...peculiar, but not completely foreign. The warp was deceitful and tricky when not properly controlled, and he lowered the shotgun from aimed to a low ready, scanning the surroundings carefully, looking for the slightest thing out of place or otherwise wrong. He'd rely on gut instinct as well if it came up, though he much preferred trying to pick out trouble on a ship. Urban wasn't too bad, though this was a far cry from working through a hiveworld or the like as well. Moving back away from the statue, he would turn after satisfying himself that he couldn't spot any impending trouble and nodded to the soldier. "Thanks for the cover, mate. Let's regroup and figure things out, that blast probably spooked anyone too stupid to run from the sound of us touching down."

 Moving back, while continuing to do regular glances around, waiting for the sudden crack of weapons fire to finally open up after the explosion, he moved to the rest of the group, offset enough to hopefully avoid clustering up into a nice, juicy grenade target. Seems that Celeste was alright, her armor soaking most of the blast, though the comms seemed to have indicated her systems fluctuated. Might want to get that checked, he thought, but didn't say it out loud. Though once she was done addressing the psyker, he chimed in, turning to scan while he spoke to the Celestian. "You were closest, but my gut says that was meant for lighter targets. Smiles foiled that one, but given what it did to you, would have wrapped me around a tree. No doubt there's eyes on us, but I have a feeling there was an expectation that would be enough. Now that I said it, watch, they'll open up..."

[User]
Medaira looked at the woman in semi amused semi concerned expression, that was not mirrored by her servo head that was flying about doing rounds and keeping watch for potential hostiles." Ohh, silly me." Medaira chirpped happily, seeing that Andromedai was indeed mostly alright and not hurt, though she would have loved the chance to give her some upgrades should it had been required. Well in any case." Must have been me completely thinking of our great psyker friend and how much better would she have flown through the air, for she's got better aerodinamics and padding, much better suited for uncontrolled kinetic events hurtling one self through relative space." The tech priestess added cheerfully with a digital happy whistle from the breather like device on her mouth that distorted her voice some to begin with.

 "That said, I'm happy to report my great operational status remains~ Same for most of those present indeed!" She chimmed in after Stukov spoke. Medaira's eyes were filled with mirth as she looked at the woman's reamins, clearly indicating her as the one not in good condition for obvious reasons.

 "Glorious Leader Celestian Lady Adromedai, if they've had the chance to setup an event like this one, I would concure that they've likely waited for somebody to come. Us not being atacked right now, I'd put to possible use for us at another date or place with this being just the welcoming greeting from our nefarious targets and their mastermind~! This seems like a show of force and parading arrogance! If they do have a need of us, it'd likely an evil ritual of some variety, or possibly target us at a more convenient for them chance deeper in our investigation. Here in the open and the city it's not a easy spot to set up an ambush for a inquisitorial picnic party after all!" She practically sang over the comms, giving her opinion on the matter as her eyes rested on the statue for a moment. It had reverted back to the Goddiest of Emperors!" Do we know if illusionary layers over holy statues constitute as proper heretical alters of worship?" She suddenly asked." If they do, we will have harder time findign traces of heretical worship as they could just hide their evil ways in plain sight."