[System]
"I'm just following orders. Sorry about this."
Race: Human (hunter)
Age: 24
Elemental Power or Weapons:
Weaknesses: He's only human- he might be able to take a hit better than the average joe, but a fireball spell or something else of sufficient power will put him down as easily as anyone else. Dimitri holds a lot of doubt about his work which can occasionally cause him to hesitate on the field of battle.

Bio: Dimitri comes from a long family line of hunters who's roots can be tracked as far back as the Salem witch trials. What sets the Cromwell family apart from other hunting families however is the fact that they refuse to do their work for the church, God, or any sort of belief in the greater good. The only thing that spurs the Cromwell family on is money. They have ended many family lines all in the name currency, be it coin or cash. Dimitri's father was no exception to this rule, something Dimitri figured out early on when he was pulled into the family business. Throughout his youth Dimitri was armed and trained for the task, even going so far as to go out with his father on hunts for more hands on experience. At first Dimitri's childish innocence and complete trust in his father led him to view the hunts as something that was no different than the hunting of vermin, but as time went on Dimitri began to actually question some of the things he did, though he never could find the will power to actually resist his father's wishes. After moving out, Dimitri took to hunting less and less, only picking up his activity when his father was in town. He would eventually be approached by representatives of the Homeland ruler after being recommended to them by his father.

Personality: A mellow if not somewhat pessimistic fellow, Dimitri tends to be the guy that, if dragged to a party, would much rather stick to a corner and mutter about how he'd rather be at home watching television in his recliner with a cold beer. This isn't to say that Dimitri is timid, rather he's simply not the most sociable of people. This is especially true when it comes to his hunts, as he'll often avoid working with others, especially those that take joy in their actions. Dimitri views witch hunting not as a hobby or duty, but as an unsavory job that he only keeps to make his family happy. Dimitri holds no animosity towards the magically inclined, and while he is still willing to hunt and combat witches and wizards of a violent nature, Dimitri will occasionally turn his head the other way and allow the more lax ones to get away provided that he's met his quota and they agree to stay under the radar.
Appearance:
Other: He keeps a three year old Rhodesian ridgeback named Brutus that he uses to scent track witches and wizards.

[User] Dimitri winced in pain as the mud went to work healing his wound, however given everything else he'd dealt with tonight, it was far from the worse thing he'd experienced. The hunter mulled over what Theodora had said about owing allegiance to neither side of the war. Even though the whole situation wasn't quite as simple as picking or not picking a side he respected that the witch still tried to avoid letting herself fall prey to the us vs them mentality that ran rampant these days. Dimitri would even go so far as to say that he was envious of it considering that he never had the option of not getting involved in the mounting war that was humanity versus the magus. Dimitri found himself being pulled from his thoughts by Aidon's voice just before receiving a light punch,We weren't ready for an attack. I mean, how could we be? There are only a handful of documented cases where a Magus has followed and attacked a hunter out of the blue.". Rather than dwell on the subject further, Dimitri examined the mud encasing his arm and cocked his head to the side, "So by any chance will this leave any scarring?" .

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Theodora shrugged off the second hunter's first question. "You can just call me Healer. As for your second question, I hate death, I hate the idea of people dying. So, I do what I can in this fucked up world to save those that I can. Maybe all you know is death, but the only thing I know is life." With that, she waved her hand over a spot where the cement had melted during the fight and a tiny bud popped out of the ground. The bud grew into a fully bloomed flower in less than thirty seconds. She picked the flower, peeled the petals off of the steam and placed them in her mouth. As she chewed on the petals, she touched the mud on the man's arm and it quickly returned to its liquid form, which she caught in her hand and slid back into the pouch around her neck. She spit the chewed up petals into her hand and pat the salve gently onto was remained of the burn. "Once you no longer feel a cooling sensation emitting from the salve, remove it. It means my magic has done it's job. To answer your question, you will have a tiny scar, as with any magically inflicted wounds."
Theodora stood up, picked up her black cat that he been waiting about a foot away, and headed for the entrance of the sub way. There she found the man and the little girl waiting. "What are you doing here? I distracted them so you could leave! Just because they did no attack me did not mean they will not try to attack you." A slight fire burned in the girl's green eyes, but her voice remained calm.

[User] After watching the girl do her magic on the hunter, Maxi quietly watched with the little girl he was with until she was over. When asking him what they were doing there and that she was trying to give him a chance to leave before he get's attacked, Maxi gave a grin "Hm? I'm not afraid of a fight. I fight hunters all the time to save little ones and others like us from being captured. If I'm attacked, I'll get us out of here but....to answer your question, Originally....I was going to take the subway home but found you guys here. And...those guys you were with looks like they had enough excitement for one day. This little girl here, I just saved her and was taking her back to my place to keep her safe for the night buuuut....since I caught sight of you....you had me curious." he explained to her

[Assistant] Trick sat up abruptly, the taste of failure still ripe in his mouth. He wanted so desperately to hear them scream, to listen to their final laments of pain as they crumple to the ground being reduced to no more than ashes. Anger boiled deep within him and flames curled out from his finger tips, caressing the inside of the tent. Slowly the tent caught fire and fell down around him. Trick stood up with only one goal in mind, kill that piece of shit hunter. He grabbed his mask and put it on, a devilish smile reaching from ear to ear. The first step in ending this gnat's life would be to find him, and those he loves. And burn them.

[User] Logan chuckled on the rooftop, he had genuinely felt that rush. It'd been a while since he had, due to the nature of his situation, hiding inside an abandoned apartment building. I shouldn't go back there, he'll be searching that building for me or where I could be going. Where am I going? He longed for more of this "rush" but decided to hold it back before he could take over this town, and then move on. He had wondered if there were any more witches or wizards, he hadn't seen any up until then. He had heard some strange noises from the apartment complex, but didn't think much of them at the time. Maybe...

[Assistant]
Dimitri made no attempt to stop Theodora from leaving after her assistance despite Aidon being behind him. He did not want to besmirch the family name, true, but he also wasn't the sort of person who went attacking someone whom had just risked their ass to save his. Dimitri stood -being careful to avoid cracking the mud caked on his arm- and gave himself a once over. His pants had a few holes singed into them, his favorite shirt torn and burned to shreds, his scarf was absolutely covered in soot, the pain in his nether regions told him that he'd be walking funny for the rest of the night, and likely part of tomorrow, his throat was burning from inhaling smoke, and he smelled like he'd just spent all night rolling in a fire pit. All in all, now seemed like a pretty good time to go home, change the battery in his weapon, take a hot shower, and drink a cold bottle of cider or two before taking a well deserved rest.

"Well it's been fun Aidon but I think i'm gonna call it a night. You be careful out here man." He grunted before shuffling towards a set of stairs leading deeper into the subway where the actual waiting stations for the trains resided. About halfway down Dimitri turned and cupped his hands over his mouth, "THANKS AGAIN FOR THE HELP MISS. I OWE YOU ONE!" He hollered out loudly. Dimitri wasn't exactly sure if Theodora would actually take him up on that, or even if she was still around for that matter, but he figured it was only proper to give thanks before he disappeared down the stairs.

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Aidon watched the girl leave, he hesitated, wanting her to stay, he had so many questions. He just let her go. Dimitri stood up in pain and yelled off to the girl as he walked away. In hope we meet again.. He thought to himself watching the girl leave.
Aidon returned home dropped his weapons and cloak on the chair and sat at his desk. His sat resting his chin in his fingers softly rubbing the stubble on his face and going over records of past Wizards being spotted. He couldnt find much of anything from the Fire Wizard, nothing at all actually, its as if he just appeared to attack them. Aidon sat in wonder for a good two hours, reading documentation and taking notes. As his clock rang for two in the morning he placed his pen down and sat back in his chair. He looked over at some old dusty boxes that were stored in his closet. They were in plain sight so he pulled them down and opened them up. They had some of his mothers old things, such as a book she would read him before bed and a rosary that she gave to him at a young age. Under it all was old books, his fathers books. Books of dark magic and Shadow magic. He stared at them for a good long while and slowly closed the box, packing it away out of sight. As he was putting the box up a not slipped out from the bottom that fell out of one of the books, it was in his fathers hand writing, he wondered how he had never seen it, although it was in his more advanced shadow witchcraft books that Aidon never dared read. The note said "The darkest things are in the brightest souls of people you hold dearest"

[Assistant] Theodora glanced at the little girl then back at the man standing in front of her. "I see. Well, you should-" She stopped short as she herd the hunter yell his thanks to her. She didn't respond and waited for a minute or two before finally continuing her conversation with the man in a hushed voice. "You need to leave. There could be other hunters around and I'm sure they won't think twice about attacking two witches and a wizard. It's their job. Ours is to stay out of sight. Get home and stay there. You shouldn't be curious about me. I only did what I know how to do, and that is save a life." She pushed past the man and the little witch and exited the subway, hoping they wouldn't follow.

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Dimitri fought off the feeling of exhaustion as the train car rumbled silently along the tracks. He paid little heed to the people that rode alongside him as they casted wayward glances at him, he especially went out of his way to disregard the middle-aged woman who started to complain when he chipped the mud on his arm onto the train car's floor after it had stopped cooling. The ride was uneventful, and after the third stop Dimitri slowly got up and hobbled out of the train alongside several others. No sooner than after Dimitri stepped out of the train did his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. Dimitri pulled the device out, smiling softly at the sound of Oskar Schuster's Fjalæger informing him of his father's desire to speak with him before he swiped his thumb across the screen.
"Evening father, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Dimitri began with a formal tone that he reserved for those that he believed to be of higher status than himself. There was a grunt on the other end before a deep and somewhat posh tone responded "Spare me your greetings. I caught word from the agency that you failed to acquire information from the magus you caught tonight.", "I see. Word certainly does travel fast among the higher ups, doesn't it?" "Do not change the subject.". Dimitri grimaced slightly and stopped a few feet away from the stairs that would take him back onto the streets, "No. I was unfortunately unable to acquire the information. The magus proved to be extremely resilient to interrogation attempts, even with several dozen milliamperes coursing through his flesh." "Unfortunate. I trust that you were at least able to dispatch with the magus efficiently?". Dimitri shifted uncomfortably, but he didn't make his father wait long for an answer, "Yes sir. I filled his flesh with one hundred milliamperes. The magus died of heart failure in three minutes, after which I removed his head to prevent any sort of resuscitation." "You could have killed that magus in less time., "I did not want to leave any more mess for the agency's clean up crew to deal with than necessary." "Very well. I plan to make a visit to your hunting grounds sometime within the next month. I trust that you can avoid muddling the Cromwell name in the meantime, yes?" "Yes sir.".

Dimitri let out a sigh as his father hung up on him. This was how just about every conversation went between the two of them. For a moment Dimitri had considered asking how his mother was doing, however he knew that his only response from his father would have been how he was wasting his time with unimportant details. Dimitri also wondered whether or not he should have told his father about the fire magus he'd fought not too long ago, however he held his tongue for fear of his father deciding to visit earlier rather than later. The hunter shuddered at the thought of the bloodbath that would have ensued were his father to arrive with knowledge that he'd allowed a magus to both seriously injure a Cromwell and escape with his life after doing so. Dimitri knew all too well of what his father was capable of, and frankly, he would not wish that sort of wrath on anyone, even the wizard whom had tried to kill him. Sadly, Dimitri also knew that the wrath that his father would bring would only be due to the fact that the family name had been besmirched, not out of any sort of familial love. Dimitri shook his head and began to ascend the subway stairs, almost tasting the ale waiting for him in his fridge.


[System]
Race: Viern/Vix

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Equipment:

The Redmane Swordpike: When the Redtail and Lionsmane families were combined, they fused their family weapons into one as a symbolic gesture. He is skilled in using this weapon in offensive and defensive combat, but not to an extreme. The sword can be fixed into the pike's shaft and the shaft can collapse. The blades are steel with reinforced wooden shafts.

Samuel's Armor: Regular steel armor, crafted to fit Samuel.

Magic: Anima: Sacrifice: This can heal others, at the lesser expense of his well-being. For example, he could restore someone's arm if it was all sliced and bleeding, but he would lose control of one of his arms. These changes last from 20 minutes to a day depending on the severity. This is administered by touch.

Bio: Samuel is the offspring of a Vix and a Fiern. Because of their traits, he is stronger than the average trained man, but not by much, and he is very kind. He was trained from a young age to make and use weapons. He can make various non-magic weapons if given the materials, and can use them too. He set out to earn money for his family, and figured this town was as good as any. He grew up in a family that made just enough money to stay above water, but remembers what it is like to be hungry.

Personality: Samuel is very kind to those he meets. He is willing to help others often, and is willing to use the Sacrifice power on even those who he doesn't know. He enjoys working with others.

Appearance: Samuel's body is covered with a reddish fur. His face has a bit of a constant red fuzz on it, and his bright blue eyes are brought out by it. He wears a light robe under his armor, which covers his chest, back, abdomen, and upper thighs. He is quite agile, and the armor does not encumber him. He has 2 fox tails, one is slightly smaller. He is rather thin, but not scrawny. He does not wear shoes. The Swordpike is strapped to his back, and is easy to unsheathe.

[User] Sophia looks around at the individuals who dared to take the mission in the ember peaks. She did not know if these people were going to be rivals for the reward or willing companions. As long as she completed this mission, it wouldn't really matter. She tried to observe everything about the people around her from their weapons and armor, to their temperament and hairstyle. They were all interesting in their own unique way. When the noble answered the question about what the reward was, She could not be help but smile. It was a good amount but the way the noble worded it was funny. Whatever she find along the way was hers to keep. So, if she happened to stumble upon a gem in a noble's pocket, it was hers to keep. She knew it did not work like that but it was an amusing thought. She said nothing to anyone and she stepped back to be closer to the edge of the group.

[Assistant] Samuel overheard the reward. Ten thousand gold? That was a great reward! Also, the 'anything you find' rule was interesting. Then he heard the noble. "I am half Fiern, Half Vix."

[User]
Fort Goldface

Berthellemy rushed inside the fort! He thought for sure he was going to be too late, but as god would have it, he made it in time! He put his cross to his chest and prayed silently while looking for those who he would be a companion to. Sure enough, they stood out like sore thumbs, they were pretty easy to spot and find. So, with haste, he went towards them.

"I hope you forgive me, It took a little longer to get here then I had assumed", he spoke to anyone who was willing to listen, or at least acknowledge he was now here and will be assisting them. What he told them was the truth, and he had overestimated his own body. He had no idea such a long journey would have put such a large toll on him! However, now that he was here he was hoping he could rest for at least an hour or so, he wanted to rejuvenate himself beginning the most dangerous expedition he had ever been on. He wanted to be at least somewhat prepared.

[Assistant]
"A mixture of Vix and Fiern. How interesting.", the noble said. It was not very usual to see a mixture of races in Tremshire, since most of the population there come from large clans of races and such.

Then, another guy came into the fort. He carried a cross, which seemed to be metallic. He apologized for arriving late, when he was just in time. The noble looked at him and said, "Do not apologize, priest.", the noble said as he assumed that Berthellemy was some kind of priest. "You are joining this quest, aren't you? If you are then I require your name.", the noble said.

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Caelyn crested the hill and saw the smoke rising from hearths at Fort Goldface. "Remind meself to be askin' about that name." Caelyn said aloud. Followed immediately with "Self, the name, yer needin' to ask them about it." Caelyn let out a booming laugh. Birds flew off in the field to perch somewhere more peaceful. They might have thought a musket had fired with his hearty laugh. Caelyn had been doing this a lot lately. Making conversation with the only person he knew the last 5 months of his journey. Short of an innkeep here and there, and a barmaid, he had no acquaintances. Reflecting on that only made his already short stride a little longer. He hurried with conviction, and saw the line of people forming up to join in on this quest.

"Waaaiit!! Do no' be forgettin' about me. The most important man on this mission." He glanced around and saw one man in heavily cladded armor and thought almost the only man on this misson.

"State your name for the log." The nobleman added with and exaggerated eye-roll. "Caelyn Dan'Thur at yer service." He bowed with a toothy grin. "I'm 'ere to be slayin' yer beastie ye got up there. Oh! That is remindin' me! Why name this place Goldface? Seems kinda silly."

"Please wait over there while we wait for the others to arrive." The nobleman obviously avoided the question, and it made Caelyn laugh. But only a mild boom, he was in the presence of nobility of course. Caelyn moved to join the others.

[Assistant] Berthellemy was happy someone was already listening to him. The man asked for his name. He guessed the man was taking roll of some kind, just to make sure everyone who was supposed to be here was here, probably. "My name is Berthellemy sir, Berthellemy Rainaldus. Pleasure to make your acquiantance." Berthellemy had no idea if the man taking names was part of their journey or not, but either way he wanted to be police and hopefully became friends with the man. If he so wanted, anyways.

[User] Samuel sat down and stared at the other members of the party. Eh, not bad. Better than the slum-dwellers back home, that's for sure. Home. He needed to take his mind off it. He pulled the Swordpike from his back and started polishing the blades carefully.

[Assistant]
The advisors of the noble wrote down Berthellemy's name as he said it. "Very well. Since there are seven of you, I assume that all of you are complete." He signaled the soldier near the door, who then nodded at him. "Before you leave on this quest, you should feast." Servants then, came in. They quicly assembled tables of food and beverages before the adventurers. "I shall take my leave.", the noble said, "Good luck, brave adventurers." The servants then left the fort, then the noble and his advisors. The gold that was counted by the treasurers were brought with them in bags. The carriage had left. The adventurers were left alone, with tables filled with food ranging from the classic roasted meat to fine, high-tier meals.

Ivan immediately took the nearest ale he could reach, slightly removed his helm to reveal his mouth, and started to the chug down what he held as he grabbed two more bottles and strapped them to his waist. Drinking alcohol was not his habit but he has been used to them due to the so many victory celebrations he has been to. One could see his enjoyment as he slowly drank the ale to fully experience its rich taste.

[User]
The feast laid out for them was bountiful indeed, but Alurat was not particularly hungry nor was he prone to over indulgence. Instead of taking advantage of the food, he surveyed his companions. The relaxed attitude of the one partaking of the ale had made him seem to be the most confident in his abilities, and dulling his senses before their quest agreed with that assessment. Alurat decided that he should probably speak to him now, to take his measure before their group confronted any real danger. Picking up a glass of chilled fruit juice, he approached the warrior.

"You arrived before me, so I did not catch your name, warrior," he said, implying a question. Taking a sip from his glass, he awaited a response.

[Assistant] Samuel put away his weapon and walked over to the feast. He eyed over the various foods. He stayed away from the alcohol, he had never understood why people would want to get intoxicated. He picked up an apple and started munching on it. He would eat something else later.

[User] Sophia was surprised when all the servants came out to set up the feast. She had not planned to eat until later, but after others began to eat she walked up to the table. She calmly started eating the grapes and other fruits that were on the table. She watched everyone around her but she said nothing to any of them. She did not know any of them and as far as she was concerned they did not need to know anything of her. Only their fighting abilities mattered, and she was certain she would find out sooner or later. She took a seat at the corner of the seat and continued to eat and observe.

[Assistant] As Ivan drank the ale he held, the rune magician came to him, asking a question. "Alurat Tihr, wasn't it?", Ivan said to the man as he stopped his chugging. "I am Ivan Rischter." He then, shut back his helm, and closed the bottle he was drinking. "I'm going to keep this for the journey.", he thought to himself. "You sure are dedicated to your magics, even engraving them to your very skin.", he said to Alurat.

[User] "Yes, that I am," Alurat responded, setting his glass down on the edge of the table and looking off into the distance introspectively. "Consequently, the results are particularly potent. That's how life works, isn't it?" He asked, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Your capabilities are directly proportional to your efforts, which brings me to my next question." His gaze focused on where he imagined Ivan's eyes to be. "While I am competent in battle, I am not a warrior by trade, but you, Sir Rischter, are." He tapped the tattoo on his forehead. "This gives me the ability to detect presences, but only when active. So if your instincts warn you of anything untoward nearby during this quest, I would ask you to warn me so that I can ferret out anything that lies in wait for us."

[Assistant]
"A rune for detecting presences, huh.", Ivan said as he stared at the man's runic mark on his forehead. "Though I believe your rune magic would suffice, it would be my pleasure to be of use.", Ivan replied to Alurat.

The skies were turning from bright blue into a radiant yellow, the adventurers have spent much time configuring and feasting. A loud roar coming from the mountain was heard throughout the fort.

"I believe our creature has grown impatient and is asking to be slain.", Ivan said to his allies. "We should be able to leave now, as long as you all are ready.", he said as he left the tables, and started to head through the doors.

[User]
Sophia smiled as she heard the roar of the beast echo down from the mountain. She could feel that fear rise from within her at the same time, the fear evoked a lust for combat and thrill of the fight to awaken in her. She stood up and proclaimed, "About time... This hunt should be fun."

Sophia grabbed the last few grapes out of a bowl as she left the tables. She was happy and eager to get started. If she had stayed much longer, she might have been encouraged to keep eating. She was not really interested in being fattened up for some other creature's lunch.

[Assistant]
At the sound of the roar, Alurat's eyes widened and he turned to look in the direction of the Ember Peaks. Whatever creature they faced certainly sounded ferocious, which was all the better for his purposes. Any doubts were assuaged by the confidence with which Sir Rischter faced the beast's bellow, taking charge of the party and leading the way out the doors of the fort. Grabbing a pitcher of the chilled juice he had been enjoying, Alurat followed after the warrior, pulling the hood of his cloak up once again.

Looking over his shoulder, he called out to those still at the table. "You heard the beast, lets be on our way while there's still good light."

[User]
Caelyn was dining to himself, sizing up all the fellow adventurers. He had not seen a spread this generous in a very long time. So, if anyone was watching, Caelyn gorged himself. "Ah, I like yer philosomofee there Allyourrat. Just like me eatin' the more I'm puttin' in, the better me belly is feelin." Caelyn let out a roaring laugh. Except this time, it seemed to echo extra loudly. "Man, are me laughs really that loud?" Caelyn looked around the room and saw everyone's gazes focusing on the mountain. "Ah, it t'was the beastie then. Good, was about to be insecure about me laugh." Caelyn shook his head and went back to gorging.

The Ivan fellow suggested it was time to leave. Caelyn snatched up some fruit and smoked meats for the journey, and picked up his axes. "Ah me two loves, Slash and Thrash." Each blade finely honed, and upon further inspection would see they were enchanted. Caelyn wasn't ready to reveal just what yet. He kissed each of them as if a child and sheathed them on his sides. "Well ladies, might we be goin?"

[Assistant]
Samuel noticed a variety of things. The roar of the creature from the mountain, which had caught his attention first, the reactions of everyone, the slightly annoying face-stuffing of the dwarf.

He stood up and faced the mountain, and smiled to himself. "I suppose the creature is tired of waiting. I believe we should go before it comes to meet us!" He pulled out Emla (His weapon's name) and fixed it in the pike position. He was a bit puzzled by what exactly they would find that they could keep. That might end up being as good a reward as the reward itself.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 21

Career/Class: Courtesan/Duelist

Physical Description: Camilla is a medium sized woman around 5'5. She possess the slightly bronzed skin, angular features and dark hair common among Tileans. She has the smooth clean lines of a classical statue and the lean musculature of a dancer. Every part of her seems artfully contrived, as though she stepped from the canvas of a master painter. Camilla moves with deliberate grace which is appropriate to her profession.

Mental Description/Personality: Camilla is a fiery impetuous young woman. As a child she was selected from among orphan's for her physical beauty and raised to fill the role of Courtesan in the decadent courts of her native Tilea. Among her studies were poetry, dance, repartee, song, politics, literature, art and sword play.

Camilla is out of place in rough and dangerous situations, and although naturally adventurous and curious about the world she is no heroine. She has a fiery temper and has a tendency to act rather than to wait if given the chance. While technically trained with the sword, Camilla's education is that of the stylized art of the sword rather than the rough and brutal style of real combat, while she is perfectly comfortable fighting a duel to the tough for the entertainment of a crowd, she had little experience with real killing.

Camilla has a passing devotion to Randald and Shyalla, although she tends to focus on the world in front of her rather than the world beyond.

[User]
Emmaline, moved furtively through the streets of Lashiek. It was the first time she had been in the city, save for when she had been auctioned off to the Emir but fortunately most port cities shared a number of similarities. Her stolen clothing didn't make her particularly inconspicuous and her pale skin and golden hair were a problem as well. It was doubtful that the Emir's guards would pursue her, right now the Emir's several sons were no doubt fighting for their father's inheritance, and though they might eventually seek out their father's murderess she intended to be long gone by then.

Like most of the night shrouded city the Goldsmith's quarter was not particularly busy at this late hour. Stoney faced guards holding spears and vicious looking cudgels stood at street corners, each bearing an armband of deep green that identified them as belonging to the Goldsmith's guild. It was easier to dissuade thieves with a community effort it seemed. A few of the shops, either more enterprising or working late to finish particular contract, remained opened, the light streaming from their white washes doorways and curtain shrouded windows giving them away. Picking one at random she stepped inside, pleased and surprised at how much cooler it was. The store was a single large room, filled with tables atop which a variety of jewellery mostly brass and copper but with occasional pieces of gold, were laid out on rather moth eaten fabric trays. A dripping clay urn hung from the ceiling suspended by slime slickend ropes, acting to cool the room. A seedy looking shop keeper in a red fez looked up from behind the counter where he was working on a pendant of some kind, a cracked monocular on one eye.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a voice as dry as the desert wind.

"I'd like to sell a piece of jewelry," she said, they shopkeeper looked surprised at her arabic, but a year as a slave had given her plenty of time to master the language. She withdrew the ruby ring, the smallest of the pieces she had taken from the body of her former owner and held it out for inspection. A crafty look crossed the old man's face and he glanced out towards the guards on the street.

"I wouldn't," Emmaline warned, "I might be a forgiener, but im not stupid." She drew back her cloak to reveal the hilt of the stolen scimitar.

"If you call out to the guards to claim I stole it from you, I might be in trouble, but you WILL be dead," she promised. The shopkeeper looked a little sulky at that.

"No need for threats mistress," he whined.

"Not if you deal fairly with me at any rate, it will be much easier for both of us," she returned. It took about a quarter hour, and she allowed the man to cheat her slightly to salve his pride, but she emerged from the store with a bag of coins and a satisfied expression. Now if only she could find some local clothes that fit her a little better than the stolen guard uniform.

"Stop in the name of the Satrap!" a voice barked from the end of the street. A guard, this one dressed much more grandly than the bored looking mercenaries, stalked towards her with a scimitar in his hand.

"Uhh…" Emmaline temporised.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, edging back away from the man. Surely he wasn't from the Emir.

"The satrap was robbed, we are rounding up suspicious people, such as Godless foregin whores abroad in the middle of the night," he snarled. Emmaline resisted the urge to scream in frustration and forced herself to stand very still.
"I see," she said in Riekspiel, "and may Ranald take your bloody balls."

The guard clearly didn't understand the words but seeing she intended no resistance, stepped towards her and reached for her with a gauntleted hand. With a scream she bought her knee up and drove it into the Arabyian's crotch with all her might. He let out a scream of agony and doubled over. Without a second thought she turned and bolted down the nearest alleyway as fast as her legs could carry her.

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Watching from above, Amal had taken out a sackcloth of dates and had begun to eat gingerly, watching this woman haggle with the goldsmith as his men leered at her from behind. Amal had all the gold he needed for a tenday, and so he thought he get some free entertainment. Fortunately for the woman, she managed to get out of the predicament scot free. Amal would have applauded her if it wouldn't have announced his perch, so he simply continued to watch, wondering why the Goldsmith's men did not simply rob her after.

He got his answer when a royal guard in a familiar garb approached from the east, pointed nose poking out of his proudly, uniformly trimmed beard. He could already tell what was about to transpire before the threats had begun, and he did laugh aloud when she kicked the guard in the groin. If only everyone in Araby had such daring! She ran as if her life depended on it, and it certainly did. Two more royal guards saw her fleeing form escape down the alley, and they drew their swords, running past their downed comrade.

Normally, Amal would have simply let it go there. In fact this was the perfect scenario. Having someone fall for the crime he committed. The thief would have laughed and bragged about such a thing for days after. But something made him second guess himself. An old friend of his had once told him, A tree that affords thee shade, do not allow it to be cut down. For you see, there were only three things Amal truly appreciated. Beautiful women, treasure, and a sense of danger. This woman represented all three in spades, and he knew something else. She had been running from the law even before they had accused her of stealing from the Satrap. Her manner and stolen clothes confessed to it.

He downed the last of the dates, hopping to his feet and scaled down the building to the second floor, strong fingers gripping the sandstone of the walls. Kicking off, he made it to the lower rooftop and raced across the buildings. Having traversed these streets for over ten years, he could adequately guess where the foreigner was going, seeing her golden hair turning a corner not a moment later as he crossed a gap between the seammaster's residence and the shoe maker shop. He readied a rope, tying it to the pillar of the top pavillion of the following building.

"I will take your mane as a trophy, whore!" One of the guards cried out, echoing into the night. Emmaline turned at the sound of the voices behind her just as Amal landed right before her path. Her eyes spotted him as she turned back just in time not to run into him. The thief, breathing heavily from the acrobatics, didn't have time to explain he was not here to gut her before she kicked at his groin on instinct. He had already seen her use the move though, and he blocked it with his hands.

He waded back, holding his arms up to show he meant no harm. "Wait, wait! I am not here to cut your pretty throat, though I am curious on the color of foreigner blood." He said with an open mouthed grin. "I am here to help, or would you like to take your chances with the Satrap's men?" Not a moment later, he was already grabbing the rope he had laid down with one, strong hand as he held the other out for her to take.

If she took his hand, he would pull her on his back and used his considerable strength to haul them both up atop the roof, pulling the rope up just as the Satrap's men would turn the corner. In a small gesture of bravado, Amal would blow them a kiss and wave them farewell as the men on the ground cursed their luck. "Now that they have lost you, you might get your wish," he said in heavily accented Reikspeil, and looked at her with a devilish smirk. "Their balls may well be removed."

[User]
Emmaline smiled down at the guards who were shaking their fists in consternation. One of the men raise his spear as though to cast it, but obviously recognized the effort a futile and settled for shouting a curse.

"One can only hope," she responded in Riekspiel, it felt curious and stilting to speak it again after so long. The Emir had a handful of slaves from Tilea or Estalia, and had routinely had them beaten for speaking in their own tongues. Emmaline had learned the lesson quickly and in any case there had been no other Imperials to talk to.

A dog began to bark and and lights began to appear as the denizens of the building around the jewelers square woke to the racket. Though she had no idea who this strange man was, it was at least certain that he wasn't working with the guards. He was handsome in a rugged looking way and dressed in little better than rags. That did beg the question of who he was and why he had helped her.

During her so called apprenticeship her master, a lecherous and avaricious wizard named Willhelm Grafton, had introduced her to many of Altdorf's thieves. Among the other various scams he ran, he provided enchanted lockpicks, vanishing powders, and other alchemical substances that could be used for less than honest purposes, always with the stern warning that if they were caught they never heard of him. This man had the same lean hungry look as they and she unconsciously checked to make sure her small store of loot was still in place. If he was a thief though, it begged the question of why he had risked his neck. She supposed that would have to wait till the threat of imminent capture had passed. If she was caught she doubted that it would escape anyone's notice that Emir Omar had been murdered by a blonde slave.

"Thank you," she told the stranger, "Is there somewhere safe we can go?"


[System]
Age
25
Height
5'11
Gender
Agender
Appearance

Occupation
Tattoo Artist
Personal Interests
He is heavily involved with the local punk scene, being a singer for a melodic hardcore band that takes up his time outside of work.
Fears (Spiders, Falling, Water etc.)
Deathly afraid of Snakes.
Power (Acrobat, Fire Bringer, Seer or Polymath)
Metallurge
Misc. Info
None
Sample

 It was the summer of 1996, and it was his sixth birthday. He was celebrating with his family at a man-made beach, which he refused to call anything but the ocean, for it was too "Huge" to be a lake, and he swore that he could taste salt. But likely, that was a combination of the shit in the water and the sweat on his lips, but an eleven year old didn't take that into account. He was with his friends, playing a game they called detector. They would each get a quarter, and bury it in the sand while Ved wasn't looking, then at the very end of the day would have him find where they were hidden. His parents, as well as the other children's parents, never thought anything special of it, and the kids all thought he was cheating, because he could find every hidden coin, and a few extra's, within a matter of minutes. This specific time, it was nickles and penny's that were being hidden, and as he searched, he came across a form that terrified him.

 He screamed and leaped away from the spot his open palms had been hovering over just seconds before, sobbing violently as he pointed towards the spot. His parents immediately came running, and upon arrival Ved forced them to uncover what he had found, and they stood in awe, gasping, his mother gagged and nearly vomited. After the police arrived, a detective knelt down and asked him, how he found the body. All Ved could do was shake his head and sob, talking about the worms and maggots he saw slithering in the body.

He wasn't allowed to play detector again.

[User]
Danielle smiled at Azzy as she took the maglite and put it on top of her tv stand.
"I'm surprised everyone is already here." Danielle said before she processed that there was a new midnighter in town. The only new person she knew of in town was currently in her shower.
"Well...he's currently in my shower. How do you propose I tell him he needs to get out so and that we need to meet in my cafe?" Danielle asked, with a raised eyebrow as she glanced at the clock.

[Assistant]
@Dark Light

"Let me handle this." Aslynne said, briskly walking over to the bathroom door. Knocking loudly, and all but yelling, "Hey! Badass McGee. Time's up." Tyler's flash of fear tasted bitter on her tongue like vinegar before it ebbed to the sweet cane sugar taste of relief. "The shower is the worst place to be caught in at midnight around here."

Turning back to Danielle she said, "I'm a little surprised too, I don't think we've all be in the same place at the same time since we were kids. I don't even think Lee has met Ved and Abel and he's been here for four years!" Aslynne's strawberry blonde hair was braided down her back to be kept out of the way. A habit after a Darkling had almost killed her with it's grip on her hair when she'd been a child.

Blue eyes brightening at the thought that Midnight was almost here. "Three more minutes." She said to Danielle stepping over to the window that faced the street below. "I was hoping you wouldn't have to make a mad dash down the stairs."

[User]
There was a crashing and a bang followed by a groan as the sound of water rushing through the pipes came to a squeaking halt. Ty could be heard grumbling within the room then suddenly the door creeked open just wide enough for his injury stricken face to pop through along with a billowing cloud of steam.

"Sorry, what's the rush?" He asks as he suspiciously eyes the clothes laid out for him before snatching them up and disappearing back into a cloud of steam closing the door behind him.

[Assistant]
"Uh... yeah I think we met briefly way back during that first summer I was here." Abel responded to Lee, reaching out from his spot on the counter for a handshake. He remembered that night pretty well, despite having had a little to drink. Still, it had been enough to hamper his judgment. Luckily, it had been a relatively safe night and the other Midnighters had found him pretty quickly. Hopefully this Ty guy could handle himself. Lee's doom and gloom attitude was already getting to him. What was the guy so worried about? It was a relatively safe day. Nothing special in the numbers.

Abel sighed impatiently. "We gonna be waiting on this guy all night? He gonna be sticking around? I don't want to make a habit of this. We only have, what, three minutes to midnight?" He eyed the pipe sitting on the counter top next to him. He'd bought it off a confused plumbing crew on his way to work that morning. The proportions had caught his attention and were too beautiful to pass up. He rarely even had to deal with Darklings, but it was always good to have something on hand. Tonight, Hallucination was his something.

[User]
Light@Kaalee

Aslynne was clearly not tempted by the small amount of flesh she saw from the crack in Danielle's bathroom door Tyler was peeking out of. "Midnight." She said simply. "Midnight is a bad place for you to be in the bathroom you'll get water everywhere and that's rude to your most gracious hostess." She raised her voice a bit as he shut the door on her.

She shuddered and her eyes closed her head tilting back as she sniffed at the air. "Two more minutes, Tyler. You best hurry it up." Aslynne threatened as she sensed the oncoming midnight. Turning towards Danielle Aslynne gave a smirk. "So, what's the deal, you like him or something?" Aslynne poked her friend playfully in the ribs doing a peppy little dance. "You gotta crush?"

[Assistant]
"I gotta a crush on half the guys in this town Az, you know me. I just can't keep it in my pants, but he needs help and I can give it. What kind of person would I be if I did otherwise?" Danielle said, shaking her head before checking the time again.
"I need to go downstairs, it's too close. I'll see you in a bit." Danielle said, putting her shoes back on and going outside, downstairs and into her cafe.
"Ready for midnight?" She asked, smiling at the four in her cafe. She passed Lee first, kissing him on the cheek on her way to get her lighter for when midnight comes.
"How are you Lee, I haven't seen you round here in awhile. You know I have a mug with your name on it." She said with a smile.

[User]
"Hey Danni! As ready as I can be!" Echo called out to the Flame Bringer, waving. She couldn't wait for the stroke of the clock that would bring about the glorious Blue Time that they were all waiting for. She reached into her Track duffle and retrieved a few items from it, including Automatically Criminalizing Contamination which was the titanium field hockey stick. On her neck sat Extraordinary Exterminating Feminizations, a steel chain with 78 (It didn't take a Polymath to figure out that 13x6=78) links and 13 charms, one of which was a Tridecagram. On one arm were 13 thin steel bangles each with its own name. She got up and walked over to where the others were.

"Is there anything secret we're trying to keep from me and that's why we're all huddled over here?" Echo teased, giggling a little.

[Assistant]
Ty just figured she was mad about the job interview that he believed he was supposed to be attending. Had he not just nearly stood her up he would have been making some joke or sly remark about there being enough time for 'both' of them but as this could potentially be his new employer he didn't want to push his luck.
The thought was still stuck in his mind however. -lucky they can't read his thoughts-

Tyler comes out with less then a minute to spare, pulling the tight shirt down over his still slightly damp torso. A glimps of his chest tattoo's would have reveal the familiar sight of the number 13 and a thirteen pointed star hidden amongst everything else.

[User]
Lee laughed a little. He was impressed at least one person remembered him. They all had met before but only in brief instances and passing. Or most knew Lee for being the weird professor of martial arts. Well at least some respected it that took his classes and benefited from it.

"Just checking the memory of a polymath. You better have a good one." He said to Abel ( @Prints Avoid )

"We have met on occasion to Ved, though I know you actively avoided me a few times, nothing held against you though. Your senses must be flaring with all the things I have on the counter there." Lee spoke to Ved in an interested tone of his power. ( @Hagroden )

He could see Abel looking at the pipe. The ever watchful Seer noticed more things than most. "You have a fascination with that pipe? I do have some good new for you then if you use that as a weapon and are comfortable with it.

"And yes everyone must be accounted for. Always...from now on." He said so all in the cafe could hear.

[Assistant]
Ved
 He cringed inwardly at the mention of his powers. He spent every second of everyday forcing himself to ignore the metals and minerals under his feet, and in doing so he could often be triggered into acknowledging them all in a surge of knowledge slamming into him with the force of a train. Sitting down, his wraps pulled tightly against his flesh, and due to the darkness of the corner he was in, and how similar his skin tone was to the cloth, he could easily be confused as naked. He moved his hand to his temple, rubbing small circles to ease the headache that the seer, likely aware of what he was doing, had given him in mentioning his abilities. It reminded him of why he wasn't a fan of the guy.
 Looking up, he kept a close eye on the clock, seeing that the time was nearly approaching, then stood up and grabbed a short blade made of Malachite from the counter.
"Motherfucking Monomorphisms."
 He said with a soft chuckle, he loved using the letter 'M' for weapon titles, as 'M' was the 13th letter of the alphabet, and allowed him to use the term 'motherfucking' in a non accusatory sense.

[User]
Light

"I can read your thoughts actually, do you mind not thinking so loud? You're not helping my headache." Aslynne said reaching for his hand to tug him outside if he'd go with her. Her backpack already over her shoulder. "Midnight is almost here and we don't have much time to get you inside and safe." Butterflies hit her stomach more like rocks than fluttering wings as she got hit by everyone's tension about the coming midnight... was she the only person who enjoyed it?

It shuddered across the landscape as fast as a freight train and hit her just as hard. the sweet silence of midnight, only interrupted by the primal thoughts of Darklings and the irritating buzz of the other Midnighters. Lee's arrogant sweet and sour taste floating over tongue five times as bad.

Eyes snapped over to Tyler, knowing his power would have taken effect as soon as midnight hit them. "Too late..." She said.

Midnight was here.

@sk0m@Ryuzaki@Kaalee@Prints Avoid

[Assistant]
Tyler was about to scoff and challenge that ridiculous comment about reading thoughts, even if it was well timed... but surely she couldn't see the saucy things he had in his head. "Oh yea so what.." He had began asking as she pulled on his hand. He wasn't ready, still a little hungover and caught off balance he stumbled into some unknown clutter before tripping over and falling straight towards Aslynne.
'Too late.' He heard her call from the open door as he frantically tried to bring his feet infront of himself and kicked at the floor to gain balance... But something was wrong,
He was no longer falling, but flying, crashing straight into Aslynne the two went tumbling out the open door and rolling down the stairs.
A dumbfound, confused and slightly panicked Tyler squeezed Aslynne's hand as she anchored him down while he frustratingly continued to try push or kick himself upright only to float around and be jerked back down by Aslynne or pull her off balance. The two continued this acrobatic tumble untill they lie at the bottom of the stairs with Aslynne on top, pinning Tyler down. His eyes wide, face painted white with shock, oblivious to any injuries he just incurred.
"I, I'm scared to move.."
He manages to stammer out in a whisper.

[User]
Light

The sound of their bodies crashing down the wooden stairs of Danielle's apartment and onto the pavement below would be enough to break through the unearthly silence of the blue time for everyone in the cafe. The always full Midnight moon rising higher by the second Aslynne's eyes flashing indigo in it's eerie blue light as she blinked them open. Her head turned awkwardly to the side so she didn't touch him skin to skin.

They were hurting enough didn't need to add to it with some unintentional mind sharing.

"I'm sure you are, but you can let go of my hand now. My weight should keep you earthbound." Aslynne said as she struggled sorely to get up and off Tyler, warm blood ran down from her hairline, turned a deep almost black purple as it ran down her pale white skin. "Shit..." She said as she rolled off him onto her back and kept a grip on his sleeve to keep him from accidentally floating away. Dizzy she didn't want to get up yet. "I think I have a concussion..." she moaned out as her head started to pound for a whole new reason. Bruised, but thankfully not broken. "You're okay though right?" Aslynne asked Tyler, "Despite the shock of being able to leap buildings in a single bound... and crashing down the stairs right?"

[Assistant]
Ved
 He watched as Tyler fell down the stairs, with Aslynne on top of him, and forced himself to keep a straight face, despite how damn funny this guy looked when he was scared shitless. Being the metallurge, he made it his job to stay as grounded as possible during the blue hour, and knew that whenever the darklings finally attacked, he would defend everyone he could. Watching them stand up, he stepped forward and asked them, a bit more concerned about one of them than the other.
"Ash, you ok?"
 He asked gently, hoping that she wasn't registering his pain from the intensity of his powers.


[System]
Species: Hera Clan
Age: N/A
Gender: Male

Appearance:
A large well toned male Hera Clan typical of his people he has teal skin tone, and short cut orange hair more in the style of a buzz cut. He has large noticeable scars on his arms, and chest with a one particular one slashed across his right cheek earned from his time training. He is rough in appearances and is by no means handsome. He typically wears loose fitting clothing, and they ideally are simple by design.

Personality:
A soldier by trade Darbin is serious, and rather brutally efficient when it comes down to it. He sees things in rather black, and white nature seeing a job that needs to be done as just that. He has no qualms with acting in ways that some may consider evil if need be but prefers to avoid such circumstances. He is not devoid of 'humanity' as Darbin does have a soft spot for domesticated creatures, and young children. Growing up in the slums of his planet he decided to fight to become as strong as he could preferring that to the helplessness of living a life of struggle. He doesn't particularly enjoy training, nor talking but he is one who doesn't mind doing either if need be. When it comes down to it Darbin could be described simply as someone who lives for the thrill of becoming stronger for the sake of it. His power as a milestone of sorts. His experiences in the slums, and the military enforcing into him the motto 'might makes right' as his people tend to base their worth on one's physical, and mental abilities above a sense of wealth though many do seek that as well.

Bio:
Born into a life of poverty in the back slums of his peoples' home planet Darbin's family was large but poor, and he grew up in a rather impoverished state. Life in the slums was hard, and many people often fought over the food that was given out, or found. His mother, and father weren't particularly notable warriors and as such were on the bottom of society's totem pole. Spending his earliest years of his childhood struggling painted quite a simple picture: you either fight to survive, or you die. His parents weren't much in the way of role models, and neither were many of the others in the neighborhood so he ended up joining a gang in his earliest teenage years. In that gang he learned how to fight, and the proper basics which is where he first started to train in some form.

Through gang wars, and violence Darbin grew to start to gain a reputation for being a solid warrior in his own right winning more battles than he ultimately lost. It was when he started to be come a grown adult that he sought more than just his every day life in the gang. He decided after sometime to join the planet's military which had begun recruiting in the slums as a war that they had been raging had cost the levels of many of the Hera Clan. His people's attempts to take a large chunk of the galaxy had proven difficult with the advent of police forces, and other foreign nations fighting for the same. Recruited quickly due to his physique compared to the others in the slums he was quickly hauled to basic training. When Darbin joined them military he was quickly run through the gauntlet of fighting, and struggling to survive to be prepared to fight on other worlds, and to unlock the 'full power' form of his people. It was fighting on a dead world that his luck finally seemed to be coming to an end after a week of near constant fighting his squad finally managed to escape, and had to hide in a cave not to far from a location they were fighting in to recuperate. It was then, and there where his some of his team including his captain started to succumb to their wounds. He closed his eyes during a quiet evening with the sound of warfare in the background did he not open them and find himself in a temple. He knew for little reason why he was there simply that he had likely been pulled into another conflict.

Techniques:
Flight
Ki Blasts
Full Power Energy Ball
Full Power Energy Wave
Trap Shooter
Energy Shield
Ki Sense

Transformations:
dragonball.fandom.com/wiki/Full_Power…

[User]
@AtomicNut @King Kindred

 "Um, Tabaga. H-how strong are these things? If we were to sneak in, could we fight our way back out if it came down to it?"

Tabaga kept her voice low as she tried to find the words. "I...I never fought the robotic spiders. I don't know how strong they are. But those black armored troopers would most likely be very difficult to defeat with their present numbers. When they attacked Planet Vegeta they were slightly stronger than our warriors but we were still able to fight back to an extent. I say we listen to the Kai's orders and we avoid fighting. If they see us they'll probably just swarm us and overwhelm us with sheer numbers."

A moment later, she turned to look at Yaksha and motioned for him to try and grab Maize and get back to the group. Hopefully whoever was running this show wouldn't be expecting a small group of infiltrators.

[Assistant]
Maize

Maize sighed in annoyance. Admittedly she hadn't completely thought her plan all the way through, but it was certainly a plan. She still believes it would've worked, but that wasn't the important thing right now. Yaksha's magic piqued her curiosity more and more. The man-child was even able to turn himself into an insect. Then a lightbulb went off above her head, figuratively of course. If he could stay in that insect form he should be able to sneak inside the harvesting factory and find a way for them to get inside unnoticed.

"Every brain is meat." She said matter of factly. "But maybe you could use that form to sneak on inside and open a door for us." She removed herself from the pile and started to head back towards the others. She didn't wait for his response since he'd have to give it anyway once they reached the others since they likely hadn't heard the brilliance she had come up with.

[User]
GM POST

As our heroes continued exploring their options, a sudden flash of movement from high above caught Tabaga's attention. "Guys. I think we've been mad-"

A moment later a massive explosion tore through one of the larger black and red spheres and small explosions began to emerge across the surface of the sphere. "Alert: Prisoner one has escaped. Alert. Prisoner one has escaped. All forces engage and reacquire at all costs."

Nearly all of the remaining black armored troopers in the area turned around and immediately began flying towards the damaged sphere as more and more of them began appearing. A number of them were seemingly scanning the area.

"We need to go. Now." Tabaga said flatly as she motioned to Yaksha and Maize.

A much larger explosion rocked the area a moment later as multiple holes began appearing in the damaged sphere as multiple figures seemingly blasted their way out. A few of them began attacking the black armored troopers while others seemingly were looking for a way out.

Alert: Holding Facility One has been breached. Recapture prisoners with level three power levels and above. Use of lethal force authorized on all others."

Tabaga was trying to make sense of what was going on when two hooded figures seemingly appeared directly next to them. One was taller then the other and both were covered in heavy cloaks. The shorter one stared at the group. "You and your allies are not from here. That portal, where does it lead to?" He asked in a tone that stated that time was a factor in this situation.

[Assistant]
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Velona whipped around at the sudden appearance of the two newcomers. She hadn't detected their approach at all. Her hands shook. They were the enemy of the armored soldiers, right? That would put them on the same side, right?

She couldn't guarantee that, though.

If they turned out to be hostile and they led them right back to the Kai of Time and their last refuge... could they stop them? But then, what other options did they really have here?

"While it seems we share a common enemy, I'm not sure we can answer that when we don't know yet who you are..." she answered cautiously. Technically she'd just refused to answer their question. Their response would tell them at least a little, whether or not they cared to actually introduce themselves.

[User]
"While it seems we share a common enemy, I'm not sure we can answer that when we don't know yet who you are..."

The shorter of the two figures looked at the taller one who motioned at him to remove his hood. The shorter hooded figure threw back his hood to reveal a green skinned face with white hair and pointed ears. "Apologies, I haven't really interacted with anyone for a number of centuries until very recently. I am the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse. And unless we want to end up in a very bad situation that involves our bodies being ripped apart and being put back together, we need to get out of here immediately.

Tabaga couldn't help but notice that the taller of the two figures kept stealing glances at her. She figured it was something that would need to be addressed later, once they were away from these harvesters or whatever it is they were.

[Assistant] "A supreme kai who claims to watch the multiverse hm? Alright I'll buy it if you can prove it somehow, or another. For all we know you're just another one of the destroyers of this universe." Darbin comments calmly as he prepares himself mentally for a fight just in case but he figures this would be short one way or another if it does come down to that. He doesn't buy for a moment that a person this high up on the scale that would casually appear before them would have much trouble dispatching all their targets. "I have little reason to trust your word other than the fact that you haven't tried to attack us yet, and that's hardly anything."

[User]
"I have little reason to trust your word other than the fact that you haven't tried to attack us yet, and that's hardly anything."

The Supreme Kai of the Multiverse stared at Darbin for a moment and then pointed up at the ongoing fight up above them. "Those are captives from various other universes. Right now, they're fighting to try and give us a chance to get away and fight another day. I can't give you proof right now. If I use my abilities they'll lock onto me in a heartbeat and we'll all be dead."

"Allow me." The taller of the two individuals stepped forward and threw back her hood to reveal somewhat spiky hair and Tabaga let out a short gasp. "As Tabaga can probably tell you, my name is Okora. This man saved both mine and Tabaga's lives when those solders came for our universe. He dropped Tabaga in an attack ball and put it in hibernation mode and then he patched me back up after I was nearly killed. We've been running from them ever since. Like you said, you have no reason to trust us, but please, we need to leave now or they'll rip us apart and remake us. Make us like them. I've seen it happen."

Okora turned to look at Tabaga and thought for a moment. "Remember the night before the attack? I talked about our future in the unlikely event we got out of it alive. We were drinking and you said something to the bartender that pissed him off and got us thrown out."

Tabaga looked over at Darbin and nodded as the memory of that night came rushing back. "Only she would know that. I'm 99% sure it's her." She turned to look back at Okora. "By the way, the bartender had it coming. He was a real jerk."

[Assistant]
@vancexentan@KillamriX88@King Kindred@PPQ Purple
Titanius

[M-3]

Unfortunately Mia was still unresponsive but before Titanius could try another method two newcomers appeared. Of course he was prepared to fight if necessary but considering their location a fight would not be in their best interests. Darbin was obviously in a similar situation as he stated the plain facts of the situation, they had no real reason to trust them. While the shorter one identified himself as the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse, other than his appearance and vitals being a fit for one of that species they had no other data to go off of.

Once the taller individual revealed themselves to be Okora, and explained who they were, it appeared that Tabaga was 99 percent convinced of their identity. There was of course the possibility that they were from a different universe than hers, but the fact their stories matched raised the probability high enough for Titanius to take action.

"Needless to say our location will soon be located with all the activity around us. It is in our best interests to retreat for now and take the two leads we have at the moment." Those two leads of course being the Kai and Okora. "If worst comes to worse two opponents should be much more manageable than the legions milling around."

Deciding there was no more time for hesitation, Titanius quickly turned and lifted the dazed Mia up rather unceremoniously over his shoulder. "Please tell me if there is a better method of transport in the future." He stated before hurrying through the portal, back to the Conton City side and promptly deposited Mia onto the ground without much tact.

[User]
Well that was embarrassing. That, more so than anything else is what snapped Mia out of it all. Defeat was one thing but this... this was running away.. only worse. At least if she was running away like a complete coward it should be on her own two feet.

Seriously, how could she ever allow her self to fall this low? What was wrong with her? Enough, she reasoned was enough. She wasn't just representing her self here but her entire world, no her entire universe. Hell judging by the fact none of these aliens knew of them quite possibly literally her entire species in all universes. By her horns she would do better than this.

And if she couldn't win this time than fine. She would just have to do what she always did. The only thing she knew to do.

She would get stronger. And than she would win.

Mia stood up silently. Casting one glance on the portal she said under her breath. "I will be back." Than she turned to the others.
"I am alright now.", she lied.
"I don't know what we saw back there. And I don't need to know."
"What I know is that there is no point in us knowing until we can do something about it."
"We need to get stronger. Much stronger. What ever it takes."
"And I do not know how."

She figured she was saying what everyone thought. And she hoped that somebody had an answer.

[Assistant] "Fine I'll trust you if only because we have no recompense if we don't. We're in the dark, and going into a situation dark just means needless deaths on our part." Darbin comments as he takes a second to try and suppress his own power level just in case. It would be annoying if he was the reason they got sighted, and even if the others didn't know, or try to do that well...he couldn't help that, or explain it quickly enough. "Strength isn't finite but its hard to come by Mia. War is brutal, and those who overcome horrors grow from it. Be patient your abilities will become more than they were the more time you focus on improving yourself. Or perhaps you will be a natural and grow from it. Either way we should get moving as quick as possible." Comments Darbin as he moves to exit through the portal they used to get here.


[System]
Former faction: Decepticons
Role: Engineer/medic

Normal Appearance:

Do not let her streamlined looks fool you - that only means that her weapons are protected in retractable pods. Nightscream stands about 9 meters tall. Her 'helmet' has a retractable visor that covers the entirety of her face when deployed and serves as a HUD.

Alternate form:
Cybertronian jet. As the word 'stealth' is not even in her vocabulary, Nightscream was against hiding on the human world from the get-go, not wanting to 'downgrade' to any human design. Her vehicle mode has the length of about 6 meters and top speed in atmosphere of about Mach 6. As usual with Cybertronian strikecraft, she is fully spaceworthy.

Weapons and tools:
2x retractable blades (Forearms) - Only available in robot mode. A last ditch weapons for when somebody manages to get too close to her.
4x energy blaster (Wings/Wrist pods) - The basic cannons. Not really powerful unless the target is hit with several shots, but with high rate of fire and good energy efficiency.
2x null ray (Hull mounts/Shoulder pods) - High-power weapons that can disable target's electronics (or nervous system) in a single shot and permanently fry it in few, depending on the target's size. The downside is the reload which can take from 60 seconds to five minutes, depending on how much power is Nightscream directing to her other systems.
2x Fusion bomb (Bomb bay) - Only available in vehicle mode. Nightscream's cargo bay can either hold 2 guided glider bombs or minicons/capsule transformers.
Disruptor field (Minicon/Cyber key/...) - When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes.

Personality:
Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

History:
Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she is vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:
- She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream most of the time stays out of a fight or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
- Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
- Voice actor: Alix Wilton Regan
- Theme: Jinki Extend OST, 18 - Game Kaishi
Name: Nightscream

Former faction: Decepticons

Role: Engineer / Medic / Mad Scientist

Normal Appearance:

When choosing an Earth form, Nightscream was hard pressed to keep her body's power consumption low enough. Thus she chose to make her actual body rather small for the day-to-day things and capable of powerlinking with additional parts attachable to her vehicle mode in a larger, more armored and armed Brute mode. In this form she is almost universally grey and silver with purple and yellow accents. Unlike her cybertronian form that was designed to work in labs, Nightscream's Earth form is bulkier and more armored and also capable of flight in a proto form. Her face has a deployable visor and faceplate.
(Same shape as Armada Jetfire)

Brute Mode:

Nightscream can combine with the unused parts of her alternate mode that take the shape of the boosters and external tank. Her main body collapses it's limbs to form attachment points of the larger limbs and additional armor made out of the disassembled ET. The boosters split in half, the bottom transforming into shoulder mounted cannons while the top transforms into a new set of arms ended in a heavy-duty three arm grapples for hands. In this form she is mostly purple with yellow accents and grey cannons and arms

Alternate form:

The space shuttle. Still not a proponent of stealth, Nightscream kept her usual color scheme. The main body of the shuttle is mostly grey, connected to a purple tank and grey set of boosters. The alt-mode is capable of functioning without the parts that form Nightscream's Brute Mode, sacrificing thrust power for increased agility.

Weapons and tools:

Plasma blaster (Protoform): A gun firing plasma bolts. Trades in rate of fire for heavier hit.
Shield (Protoform): A simple bit of heavy armor that serves as a shield.
2x Missiles (All modes): Wing mounted missiles. Nightscream can swap the warheads if she has alternatives available, but usually she will keep one armed with high explosive and another with an EMP warhead.
4x Energy blaster (Vehicle mode): The standard ranged weapon of choice mounted in the leading edge of the wings. Low energy consumption and damage, high rate of fire. Nightscream has the habit of cycling the barrels on her weapons, virtually quadrupling her rate of fire.
2x Rocket blaster (Brute mode): Monstrous cannons capable of bringing down buildings. They require several seconds of charge before firing and five minutes to cool down and consume unhealthy amount of energon, but one or two hits is all it takes to bring down even larger transformers or to disable a key system on a spaceship.
Null field (Minicon/Cyber Key/...): When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes. She can expand the field's volume at the cost of its longevity.
Laserbeak: Nightscream took possession of Soundwave's deployer for the time being. He can launch out of her cargo bay in vehicle mode or chest in her protoform. She is unable to deploy laserbeak in Brute mode.

Personality:

Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being, followed by other Seekers, her mentor Soundwave and then maybe some greater causes. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

Her projects came to be used in a different manner than she intended, having to give up her prototype chassis to extend the life of one of her new 'comrades' and in the wake of the threat of Megatronus, she is willing to enter the battle if it means liberating her brother from his grasp and making sure his influence will never extend to Cybertron.

History:

Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she remained vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:

* She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream stays out of a fight most of the time or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
* Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
* Voice actor: Lexa Doig
* Theme

Relations with other characters:

* Prsim: Nightscream is neutral to the autobot, often amused by her at times naive and always straightforward approach to things, usually involving explosives or other causes of heavy damage. Suffice to say the seeker know whom to call upon if there is a building block that offends her. She enjoys schooling the younger autobot with mean and harsh devices, but does it in fact out of the goodness of hešr spark, trying to expand her ways of thinking.
* Turbulence: She approves of him being in the autobot minority to actually use a flight capable alternate mode, as well as being amazed at his internal design. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't look like she would be able to perform experiments on him any time soon.
* Sklog: Having invested lot of her research resources into the former dinobot turned something greater than a predacon, Nightscream is interested in seeing if Sklog's mind would be able to make use of the newfound processing capability and to what potential he can bring her invention. She does harbor some personal bond to the other decepticon, what with seeing him through his reincarnation.
* Cyclonus: Primus! And I thought I was the relic of an old era here!
* Blackarachnia: Ah, my favorite toy. Too bad it got infested and had to be burned.
* Soundwave: Despite bonding to the point of referring to each other as siblings, one look will identify Nightscream as a seeker when the second will identify Soundwave as anything but, disproving the theory of them being related. Their bond goes just as deep though.
* Trine: Nightscream did not share the names of her trine, whether they are still alive or what faction they fight for.

[User]
"As soon as I do the shuffle in front of Sargent Kup." Prism replied dryly to Turbulence's question about having the problem brought up to nightscream. "After what I just did, I can't just follow it up with 'Yeah, the reason most of that happened was because, with the steady and strange return of my old memories, also comes my old, dangerous personality." They had to take care of this on their own, or at least just Prism. She couldn't let Nightscream allocate any more resources to fixing everyone because of her problems. However, going topside did sound like a good idea. Hopefully solving the case of 'what fell out of the sky today?' would be enough to distract her from her problems for now, and with that, she left for the staircase.

She wondered what it could have been that fell from the sky. Obviously, it must have been more than just debris to have survived entry into the atmosphere, but she could say no more than that in terms of what it was. Too small to be a ship of any sort, she wasn't quiet sure. As she walked up the stairs, she looked to her aerial friend. "Hey, any ideas on what could have made impact?" She asked him, hoping to have a lighter conversation on their way there.

[Assistant]
Turbulence gave a audibly disapproving groan, expressing his displeasure with Prism not wanting to make this issue known with Nightscream. It seemed she did not want to bother the 'Con any more than she already has, first with repairing Turbulence and now saving Sklog. Prism didn't bring up the scenario any further just has she hit the stairwell to the surface. Turbulence however simply stared before following behind her; it was perhaps the safest position to be in for the time being, especially Prism having admitted he worries about losing herself again.

"Could be anything really," Turbulence replied upon being queried about the sky-hailing debris from before, "There is plenty of space junk in Cybertron's orbit; spaceships, satellites, hell, even Cybertronians for that matter. I wouldn't be surprised if whatever fell from the sky was from Trypticon Station."

[User]
Finished with the cage, Nightscream found herself in a rare spot of having nothing to do. She would have liked to check on Sklog to see whether he wasn't razing her facility, but in an uncharacteristic moment allowed him his privacy despite being able to watch without being caught through the security cameras.

Blackarachnia shown no signs of waking up yet, not that she would make for much of a conversation once she did. More garbled screaming of a thousand voices in one mind wasn't what the seeker was looking for. To top it all off, the autobots didn't feel like sharing what was on their minds. "Oh well, I suppose now's as good a time as any to start up on Mark 2." she said to herself, disappearing back to the lab and sitting herself comfortably in a chair - one of her quirks that other cybertronians didn't didn't find understanding for. She however shuddered at the image of the bridge on Nemesis with the only chair being Megatron's throne.

Pulling up a tracking feed she kept one eye on the Autobots, following them where the cameras still worked. the impact itself disabled most things in the area of interest unfortunately, so they would have to go in blind. Minimizing the feed to a top right corner, she fired up a design software and started fiddling with the plans for the prototype, adding and improving now that she had some new inspiration, tinkering until somebody had a need for her.